Lost on the Fake Beach
(Note: This story is part of an ongoing series of My Hero Academia stories)
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Next Story (Chapter 67): To Be Continued….
The late-afternoon sun hung low over the endless stretch of white sand, turning the crystal-clear water at the shoreline into a sheet of liquid sapphire. Gentle waves lapped at the beach in soft, rhythmic sighs, while farther out, jagged black rock formations rose from the shallows like the spines of sleeping dragons. The air smelled of salt, warm stone, and the faint sweetness of tropical flowers that grew wild along the dunes.
Izuku walked barefoot between Ochaco and Mina, green flip-flops dangling from one hand, black speedo clinging to his hips and thighs from an earlier swim. Ochaco had wrapped a pastel-yellow sarong around her waist—pink hibiscus flowers printed across the sheer fabric—but nothing else; her bare breasts bounced gently with each step, nipples dark against her sun-kissed skin. Mina strode completely naked except for a pair of simple black flip-flops, her pink skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat and seawater.
Mina tilted her head back, inhaling deeply, then let out a happy sigh.
“This place is nice,” she said, stretching her arms above her head so her breasts lifted and jiggled. “Like, stupidly nice. Where are we again, Ochaco?”
Ochaco glanced out at the horizon, one hand shading her eyes even though the sun was behind them. “Some Pacific island not far from that one we used for hero-agency training our first year.”
Izuku chuckled, kicking at a small wave that curled around his ankles.
“That was a fun test. Aside from that mess with the villains who showed up the last few days.”
Mina cringed, “Oh right. Whatever did happen to their leader? We never really heard from him again.”
Izuku’s expression sobered for a moment, gaze drifting to the distant rocks.
“If he was working with All for One like All Might and I guessed… he’s probably dead.”
Mina winced, “Ugh, sorry. Didn’t mean to kill the vibe.”
She shook herself like a wet dog, pink hair bouncing, then spun in a quick circle with arms wide, deliberately shaking off the mood.
“Anyway! This simulator still amazes me. You’d never guess we’re actually in the middle of the Busteez Hero Agency building. Like… look at this water! It’s so clear I can see fish swimming twenty meters out. And the sand feels real. Even smells real. Mei and Melissa are scary good at this stuff.”
Ochaco giggled, reaching out to link her fingers with Izuku’s, “Right? I keep expecting a ‘program complete’ message to pop up in the sky any second.”
Izuku squeezed her hand, then reached over to bump Mina’s shoulder with his.
“Still beats patrol duty. No villains, no paperwork, just… this.”
Mina grinned, bumping him back hard enough to make him stagger a step into the surf.
“Exactly. No emergencies, no screaming civilians, and no reporters trying to shove mics in your face. Just sun, sand, and two very naked friends.” She waggled her eyebrows. “Best. Day. Ever.”
Ochaco laughed, sarong fluttering around her thighs as another wave rolled in.
“Agreed. Though if we stay out here much longer, I’m gonna get the weirdest tan lines.”
Mina snorted. “Tan lines are a badge of honor. Means you earned the sun.”
Izuku just smiled, content to walk between them, the warm water swirling around his ankles, the sound of their laughter mingling with the soft crash of waves. For once, there was no clock ticking, nor a crisis looming—just the three of them, the endless beach, and the quiet certainty that, simulator or not, this moment was real.
The sun dipped lower, turning the crystal-clear water into molten gold as the three of them wandered farther along the empty beach. Waves lapped lazily at their feet, the simulator so perfect that even the salt spray felt real against their skin.
Mina suddenly stopped, hands on her hips, completely unashamed in her nudity. She turned to Izuku with a blunt, mischievous grin.
“So, Deku,” she said casually, like she was asking about the weather, “wanna fuck?”
Izuku tripped over his own foot.
“W-what?!” His voice cracked an octave higher, face instantly scarlet. He stumbled a step, nearly face-planting into the surf.
Ochaco burst into giggles beside him, the sound bright and delighted. Before Izuku could recover, she pressed herself against his side possessively—arms wrapping around his waist, one hand sliding down to cup the growing bulge in his black speedo through the fabric. She squeezed gently, possessively, while shooting Mina a playful glare.
“You’re not in the harem, Mina,” Ochaco reminded her sweetly, fingers giving the outline of his cock a teasing stroke. “Hands off my boyfriend.”
Mina threw her head back and laughed—loud, and unapologetic.
“Yeah… I know, I know.” She raised both hands in mock surrender, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. “But we did agree to fully test this new environment for Mei and Melissa. Gotta be thorough, riiiiight?”
Ochaco’s giggle turned into a soft, wicked hum. She released Izuku’s bulge only to wrap both arms around his neck, pressing her bare breasts firmly against his chest. The soft, warm weight of them squished against him, nipples already stiff from the sea breeze and the sudden heat of the moment.
“Fine,” she purred, looking sideways at Mina with a teasing smile. “You can watch.”
Then she pulled Izuku down into a deep, hungry kiss.
Her lips were soft and insistent, tongue sliding against his immediately—slow at first, then deeper, wetter, tasting of salt air and the faint sweetness of cotton candy from earlier. Izuku groaned into her mouth, hands instinctively finding her waist, fingers digging into the soft skin above her sarong. Ochaco moaned happily against his lips, pressing her hips forward so her bare pussy rubbed against the hard line of his cock through the thin fabric of his speedo.
Mina watched with unabashed hunger, one hand idly trailing down her own stomach toward her bare slit.
“Fuck… that’s hot,” she muttered, voice low and thick. “Keep going. Don’t stop on my account.”
Ochaco broke the kiss just long enough to shoot Mina a grin over Izuku’s shoulder—lips swollen, eyes dark with lust.
“We weren’t planning to.”
She kissed Izuku again, deeper this time, one leg hooking around his hip to pull him tighter against her. Her sarong rode up completely, exposing her completely as she ground against the thick bulge in his speedo, leaving a slick trail of arousal on the fabric.
Izuku’s hands slid down to cup her ass, squeezing hard enough to make her whimper into his mouth. The beach, the simulator, the distant crash of waves—it all faded. There was only the heat of her body against his, the taste of her on his tongue, and the hungry knowledge that this was just the beginning.
Keeping his hands firmly on her ass, Izuku’s fingers dug into the soft, warm flesh as they kissed deeper. Her tongue greedily sucked on his, pulling it into her mouth with wet, needy pulls that made his cock twitch hard against the tight fabric of his speedo. He groaned into her lips, one palm sliding up to cup the curve of her cheek before bringing it down in a sharp crack—spanking her bare ass hard enough to make the flesh jiggle and bloom pink under the sarong.
Mina whooped from a few steps away, clapping her hands together, “Yeah boi! Slap dat ass!”
Ochaco giggled against Izuku’s mouth, the sound vibrating into their kiss. She pressed her naked breasts tighter against his chest, nipples dragging across his skin, hips rolling forward so her slick pussy rubbed shamelessly along the thick bulge straining his speedo. The thin black fabric stretched taut, the outline of his cock clearly visible—long, thick, and already leaking a dark spot of precum at the tip.
She felt it throb against her mound and broke the kiss with a soft, breathless moan.
Without a word, Ochaco dropped to her knees in the sand, the pastel-yellow sarong fluttering around her hips but staying firmly in place. Her hands hooked into the waistband of his speedo and yanked it down just enough to free him—his huge dick sprang out, over a meter long and thick as his thigh, veins pulsing, head flushed dark and glistening with precum.
Ochaco’s eyes widened in hungry adoration. She opened her mouth wide and took him in one eager motion—lips stretching taut around the fat crown, then sliding down, down, down until the head punched into the back of her throat.
A deep, lewd moan vibrated around his shaft as she gagged softly—glrk—throat bulging visibly with his girth. Saliva poured from the corners of her mouth instantly, dripping in thick strings down his length and onto her chin. She didn’t hesitate; her head began moving back and forth immediately—fast, sloppy, desperate—taking him deeper with every bob. Her throat worked around him in rhythmic swallows, gagging wetly each time the head forced past her tonsils, eyes watering but never breaking contact with his.
Gluck-gluck-gluck—the obscene, wet sounds echoed over the gentle crash of waves. Ochaco’s hands gripped his thighs for leverage, nails digging in as she fucked her own face on his cock, moaning like it was the best thing she’d ever tasted. Drool ran in rivulets down her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts and the sarong bunched around her waist.
Izuku groaned low and ragged, one hand threading into her hair—not guiding, just holding on—as his hips gave small, helpless jerks into her eager mouth.
Mina watched from a few feet away, eyes dark and gleaming, one hand idly circling her own clit as she bit her lower lip.
“Fuck… that’s hot,” she muttered, voice thick. “Keep going, Ochaco. Choke on that monster.”
Ochaco moaned louder around him in response—throat fluttering, gagging wetly, tears streaking her cheeks as she took him to the root again and again, completely lost in the filthy pleasure of having him fill her mouth and throat. The sarong stayed bunched around her hips, fluttering slightly in the sea breeze, a teasing reminder that she was still half-dressed while worshipping him completely naked from the waist up.
The beach simulator stretched on endlessly around them—clear water, warm sand, distant rock formations—but right now, the only world that existed was the wet heat of Ochaco’s mouth and the raw, perfect need pulling them all deeper.
Ochaco’s head bobbed with hungry rhythm, her lips stretched taut around Izuku’s massive girth as she forced herself deeper with every downward plunge. Wet, choking glrk-glrk-glrk sounds spilled from her throat each time the swollen head punched past her tonsils, her neck visibly bulging outward in a thick, obscene outline that pulsed with his heartbeat. Drool poured from the corners of her stretched mouth in thick, glistening ropes—running down her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts, and trailing in shiny strings that connected her lips to his shaft whenever she pulled back for air.
One of her hands was buried between her own thighs, fingers plunging into her soaked pussy in frantic circles, the lewd schlick-schlick of her self-fucking mixing with the wet slurps of her mouth. Her other hand gripped the base of his cock where her lips couldn’t reach, stroking in tight, twisting pumps to match her sucking. Her eyes watered, mascara streaking down her cheeks, but the look in them was pure, blissful worship—every gag, every choke only making her moan louder around him, the vibrations humming straight down to his balls.
Mina stepped closer, dropping to her knees in the sand beside Ochaco. Her eyes were dark with lust as she watched the sight up close: Ochaco’s throat distended around Izuku’s length, the bulge sliding up and down like a living piston, saliva and precum bubbling at the corners of her mouth.
“Fuck… look at that throat work,” Mina breathed, voice thick. “You’re taking him like a pro, girl.”
Ochaco pulled off with a wet, gasping pop, spit trailing in long strands from her swollen lips to the glistening head. She grinned teasingly at Mina—cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling—then slowly dragged her tongue up the entire underside of Izuku’s cock in one long, deliberate lick. The flat of her tongue pressed against every vein, tracing from balls to tip, leaving a slick, shining trail behind.
Mina shuddered hard, thighs clenching together, a soft whimper escaping her. “Shit… you’re evil.”
Ochaco giggled, the sound breathy and wicked, then shifted sideways to give Mina room. “Your turn.”
Mina didn’t need to be told twice.
She leaned in, lips parting wide as she took the head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the crown once—teasing, tasting—before she pushed forward. Unlike Ochaco’s eager deep-throating, Mina went slow at first, savoring the stretch. Her lips stretched thin around his thickness, cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard. Then she sank deeper—inch by inch—until the head hit the back of her throat. She gagged softly—glrk—eyes fluttering, but she didn’t stop. She forced herself further, throat opening, until her nose brushed his pelvis and the bulge appeared in her neck—thick, obscene, pulsing visibly with his heartbeat.
“MMMMPH!! PHUG… SHO BHIG…!” she moaned around him, voice muffled and garbled. Saliva poured from her mouth in thick rivulets, dripping onto Ochaco’s hand as she reached beneath to cup Izuku’s heavy balls. Ochaco gently rolled them in her palm, massaging the taut skin while her tongue flicked out to lick along the underside of his shaft wherever Mina’s lips weren’t covering.
Mina began to move—head bobbing in long, sloppy strokes—taking him from tip to root each time. Every downward plunge produced a wet, choking gluck-gluck-gluck, her throat working visibly around the intrusion. Drool bubbled from her stretched lips, running down his balls and Ochaco’s fingers. Mina’s free hand slid between her own thighs, fingers plunging into her dripping pussy as she moaned around his cock, the vibrations making Izuku’s hips jerk forward involuntarily.
Ochaco leaned in closer, tongue lapping at the base of his shaft and the seam of his balls, occasionally sucking one gently into her mouth while Mina deep-throated him. The two girls worked in perfect, filthy tandem—one throat-fucking, the other worshipping what the other’s mouth couldn’t reach—their moans mingling, wet slurps and gags filling the air like a lewd symphony.
Izuku’s hands fisted in the sand on either side of him, head tipped back, groans turning ragged as the dual assault overwhelmed him. The sun beat down on their sweat-slicked bodies, the waves crashed in the distance, and the simulator beach stretched on forever—empty, perfect, and utterly theirs.
Mina pulled off with a gasp, spit stringing from her lips to his tip. She grinned up at him, voice hoarse and wrecked.
“Fuck… I could do this all day.”
Ochaco giggled, licking a trail up his length to join Mina at the head.
“We’ve got time,” she purred, before both mouths descended again—tongues swirling together around his cockhead, sharing the taste of him as they worshipped without pause. Eventually, Ochaco moved aside, surrendering Izuku’s cock back to Mina fully.
Mina’s throat worked around Izuku’s cock with wet, rhythmic gags, “GUG… GUH… GUCK… GLURGH… GWEH…” Each choked sound vibrating straight through his shaft as she forced herself deeper. Her lips stretched thin and white around his girth, saliva bubbling at the corners of her mouth and running in thick rivulets down his balls. She moaned shamelessly around him, the muffled pleasure humming against his length, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard enough to make his knees buckle slightly.
Izuku groaned low and ragged, head tipped back for a moment before his gaze dropped again. He stared down at the sight—Ochaco on one side, gently sucking one of his heavy balls into her warm mouth, tongue swirling lazily around the taut skin while her hand cupped the other, rolling it tenderly. Mina on the opposite side, throat bulging visibly with every deep plunge, eyes watering but locked on his face in pure, worshipful hunger. The dual assault—wet slurps, soft gags, gentle sucking—sent sparks racing up his spine.
Then a loud, boisterous voice cut through the haze like a thunderclap.
“Wow! I walked in on quite the party!”
Ochaco and Izuku both startled, heads snapping toward the sound. Mina didn’t even pause—her head kept bobbing, throat working around his cock with a wet gluck-gluck-gluck, completely unbothered.
A doorway shimmered into existence in the middle of the empty beach air—the simulator’s exit portal rippling open like a heat haze. Through it stepped Mirko, striding forward with her usual swagger. She wore only a teal-colored bikini thong bottom that barely covered anything (the thin straps digging into her hips, framing her firm ass perfectly) and her signature white gloves from her hero costume. Her white hair was loose and wind-tossed, bunny ears perked high, tail flicking lazily behind her.
She grinned wide, fangs flashing in the simulated sunlight.
“Hey there, brat,” she said to Izuku, eyes raking over the scene with shameless appreciation.
Ochaco pulled off his balls with a soft ‘pop’, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she smiled up at Mirko. “Mirko-san! What are you doing here?”
Mirko shrugged one shoulder, sauntering closer without a hint of modesty. “Saw the simulator was running, but no one had it booked. Figured I’d check in and make sure nothing was broken.” Her gaze dropped pointedly to Izuku’s cock (still buried in Mina’s throat) and the way Ochaco’s sarong had ridden up completely, exposing her bare pussy. “Looks like everything’s working juuust fine.”
She stopped a few steps away, hands on her hips, tail swishing.
“Nice spot, by the way. Crystal water, soft sand, no one around for miles…” She smirked wider. “Perfect place to fuck like bunnies. And since the sand’s all fake, it won’t get anywhere it shouldn’t.”
Mina finally pulled off Izuku’s cock with a wet gasp, spit stringing from her swollen lips to his tip. She grinned up at Mirko, wiping her chin with the back of her hand.
“Here to join us?” she asked breathlessly.
Mirko’s eyes gleamed. “Thought you’d never ask.”
She stepped forward, already reaching for the ties of her bikini thong. The beach simulator stretched endlessly around them—waves lapping, sun shining, rocks jutting from the water in the distance—but the four of them were suddenly the only thing that mattered.
Izuku swallowed hard, cock throbbing in the open air as Mina gave it one last slow lick.
Mirko’s thong hit the sand.
“Move over, girls,” she growled playfully. “Bunny’s joining the party.”
Mirko, Mina, and Ochaco knelt in a tight semicircle around Izuku on the warm simulator sand, the crystal-clear waves lapping gently in the background like they were politely pretending not to notice. Izuku stood with his legs slightly spread, black speedo long since yanked down around his thighs, his gigantic cock jutting out proudly—over a meter long, thick as a forearm, veins pulsing, the swollen head already glistening with precum.
Mirko went first.
She leaned in with predatory confidence, her teal thong still snug against her hips (the thin straps digging into her powerful thighs), white gloves the only other thing she wore. Her red eyes locked on Izuku’s as she opened wide and took the head past her lips. She didn’t tease—she claimed. Her tongue flattened against the underside, pressing hard against the thick vein there, then she pushed forward in one smooth, aggressive motion. Half his length disappeared into her mouth in seconds; her throat bulged visibly, the outline of his cock pressing outward against the taut skin of her neck. She gagged once—glrk—but didn’t stop, forcing herself deeper until her nose brushed his pelvis and her lips kissed the base.
“Mmmph! Phuck yeessh…!” she moaned around him, voice muffled and vibrating straight down his shaft. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, tongue swirling relentlessly along the underside while her throat worked in rhythmic swallows, milking him like a second pussy. Drool poured from the corners of her stretched mouth, running down his balls in thick, glossy trails. She pulled back slowly—letting every ridge drag across her tongue—then slammed forward again, gagging wetly with a gluck-gluck-gluck as she deep-throated him with brutal enthusiasm. Her bunny ears twitched with every choke, tail flicking behind her, but she never slowed—head bobbing fast and sloppy, spit bubbling, eyes watering but never breaking contact with his.
Ochaco and Mina moved in on either side, each claiming one of his heavy balls.
Ochaco—sarong still bunched around her waist, breasts bare and bouncing—cupped his left ball gently in both hands. She leaned in and sucked it into her warm mouth, tongue swirling slow, lazy circles around the taut skin while her fingers massaged the sensitive seam beneath. She moaned softly against him, the vibration traveling up his shaft to meet Mirko’s throat work. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked harder, rolling the ball gently on her tongue, then releasing it with a wet pop only to lick a long stripe up the underside of his cock wherever Mirko’s lips weren’t covering.
As for Mina, she took the right ball, her pink skin flushed with arousal. She kissed it first—soft, open-mouthed kisses that turned into slow, sucking pulls. Her tongue traced every wrinkle, lapping at the sensitive skin while one hand stroked the base of his shaft in time with Mirko’s bobs. She moaned louder than Ochaco—throaty, needy sounds that made Izuku’s hips jerk forward involuntarily. “Mmm… so full… taste so good…” she purred against his skin before sucking the ball deep, cheeks hollowing as she rolled it on her tongue, then let it slip free with a wet smack to lick along the thick vein running up his length.
The three women worked in filthy harmony:
Mirko deep-throating relentlessly—head bobbing fast, throat bulging and receding, gagging wetly (glrk-glrk-glrk) as she forced herself to take every inch, spit pouring down his balls in rivers.
Ochaco worshipping his left ball—gentle sucking, slow tongue swirls, soft moans vibrating against the sensitive skin, occasionally licking up to meet Mina’s tongue at the base.
Mina on the right—harder, hungrier sucks, tongue lapping every crease, moaning like she was starving, her free hand occasionally joining Ochaco’s to stroke the parts of his shaft not buried in Mirko’s throat.
Izuku’s hands fisted in the sand on either side of him, head tipped back, groans turning into low, desperate growls. His cock throbbed violently between them—veins standing out, precum bubbling from the slit every time Mirko pulled back far enough for it to leak. The wet symphony of slurps, gags, moans, and sucking filled the air—lewd and overwhelming—while the simulated ocean waves continued their calm, indifferent rhythm in the background.
Mirko pulled off with a gasping pop, spit stringing from her lips to his tip. She grinned up at him, voice hoarse and wrecked.
“Fuck… your cock tastes like heaven, brat.”
Ochaco and Mina immediately moved in together—tongues swirling around the head in tandem, sharing the taste of him, moaning into each other’s mouths as they kissed around his tip.
Izuku’s knees nearly buckled.
The beach, the simulator, the distant rock formations—it all faded. There was only the heat of their mouths, the wet sounds of their worship, and the three women who had him completely and utterly at their mercy.
Ochaco’s head bobbed with hungry determination, her throat stretched tight around Izuku’s massive length as she took him to the hilt again and again. Wet, choking glrk-glrk-glrk sounds spilled from her lips with every deep plunge, saliva pouring in thick rivulets down his shaft and over his balls. Her neck bulged visibly with each swallow, the outline of his cock pressing outward against the delicate skin like a living piston. She moaned around him—deep, needy vibrations that traveled straight to his core—eyes watering but never breaking contact with his face, pupils blown wide with adoration and lust.
Suddenly she pulled off with a gasping pop, spit stringing from her swollen lips to the glistening head in long, glistening webs. She sucked in a ragged breath, chest heaving, then looked up at him with a wicked, breathless grin.
“I can’t wait any longer,” she rasped, voice thick with need.
Before Izuku could respond, Ochaco shoved him back with both hands—firm but playful. He fell onto his back in the warm sand with a soft thump, grains shifting beneath him. She crawled up his body immediately, knees bracketing his hips, breasts dragging along his chest as she moved. When she reached his face she crashed her mouth against his in a kiss of pure, intense passion—lips bruising, tongues tangling in a wet, desperate slide that sent electric tingles racing from his mouth straight to his groin and back again. Her fingers threaded into his curls, holding him in place as she devoured him, moaning softly into the kiss like she couldn’t get enough.
When she finally pulled back—just enough to breathe—her lips were swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with want. She stared down at him, voice low and throaty, dripping with raw desire.
“I need you inside me.”
Ochaco raised her hips high, the pastel-yellow sarong fluttering around her waist but staying in place, framing her bare pussy like a teasing curtain. She reached down between them, small hand wrapping around the base of his enormous cock—fingers barely able to close around the thick shaft. She guided the swollen, precum-slick head to her entrance, rubbing it slowly along her soaked folds once, twice, coating him in her arousal.
Then she lowered herself.
The fat crown parted her lips with a wet shlick. Ochaco’s eyes fluttered shut as she sank down inch by inch, her pussy stretching wide around his impossible girth. A long, low moan spilled from her throat—deep and trembling—as she took him fully, her ass finally meeting his hips with a soft slap.
“Mmmmmm… so thick… so hard…” she breathed, voice shaking with pleasure. “Filling me… all the way inside… stretching my pussy so wide… feels so good…”
Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around him, gripping every veined inch like she never wanted to let go. The bulge appeared instantly—a thick, prominent ridge rising in her lower belly, the outline of his cockhead pressing clearly against her skin just above her pubic bone. She rocked her hips once—slow, testing—then again, harder, making the bulge shift and pulse with every movement.
Ochaco leaned forward, hands braced on his chest, sarong pooling around her waist like a discarded veil. Her breasts hung heavy above him, nipples stiff and begging. She began to ride—slow rolls at first, savoring the stretch, then faster, hips lifting and dropping in a steady rhythm that made her moan louder with every plunge.
“HMMMMMMN! YESSSS! SO DHEEEP! YOUR COCK IS HITTING EVERYTHIIIING… FILLING MY HOLE! AHHN, I LOVE THIS FEELING, I LOVE IT SO MUCH! AHHN, DEKUUUU! FUCK ME, FUCK MY PUSSY HAAAARD!”
Her pussy gushed around him, slick juices running down his shaft and soaking his balls with every rise and fall. The wet schlick-schlick-schlick of her riding him mixed with her breathy moans and the distant crash of waves. Izuku’s hands found her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he helped guide her movements, thrusting upward to meet every downward drop. Momo watched from the side, legs still spread, hand lazily circling her clit as she drank in the sight—Ochaco riding him with desperate, loving abandon, her sarong fluttering around her waist like a flag of surrender.
The beach, the rocks, the endless horizon—it all faded. There was only the heat of their bodies, the slick slide of cock in pussy, and the shared, breathless certainty that this moment belonged to them completely.
Ochaco rode Izuku with desperate, rolling hips, her body rising and falling in a steady, hungry rhythm that made her bare breasts bounce wildly—full, soft, and flushed pink under the simulated sun. Each downward plunge drove his gigantic cock deep into her core, her pussy lips stretched taut and pink around his impossible thickness, clinging greedily to every veined inch as she lifted almost off him, only to slam back down with a wet, lewd schlick sound. The bulge in her lower belly was obscene and unmistakable: a thick, moving ridge that surged upward with every thrust, starting just above her pubic bone and climbing high toward her navel, the outline of his swollen head pressing clearly against her skin before receding, only to surge again on the next drop. He could feel it as her inner walls fluttered and spasmed around him, milking his length like she was trying to pull him deeper, slick arousal gushing out around the base of his cock and running down his balls in glistening trails.
Mina stood a few feet away, legs spread, one hand idly circling her clit as she watched with a wide, hungry grin. “Yeah girl, ride that big dick!” she cheered, voice thick with arousal.
Ochaco’s head fell back, mouth open in a continuous moan as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. “AHHHHN! SO THIIICK… MY PUSSY IS BEING STRETCHED SO WIDE AS YOUR COCK FUCKS MY WOMB! I LOVE IT! YES YES YES YES! AHHH FUUUUUCK!”
Her voice cracked into high, broken screams, hips grinding down harder, chasing that perfect angle where the head of his cock battered her cervix. The bulge in her belly jumped with every bounce—higher, more prominent.
Mirko squatted off to Izuku’s right, thighs spread wide, teal thong riding up the cleft of her ass as her tail twitched in excitement. She grinned, grabbing and lifting her ass, bunny ears perked forward as she watched Ochaco ride. “Heh, so you’re the type who gets vocal when you get worked up,” she teased, voice rough with amusement. “Cute.”
Mina laughed, fingers plunging deeper into herself. “Nah, I got her beat in that area! Especially when someone’s fucking my asshole really good!” She shot Izuku a wicked look. “Yo, Izuku! My asshole’s next, ’kay!?”
Izuku groaned in acknowledgement—low, ragged, hips already moving to meet Ochaco’s downward strokes. He thrust upward sharply, driving his cock even deeper into her spasming heat. The bulge in her belly surged higher, pressing outward until it brushed the underside of her ribs.
Ochaco screamed louder, body trembling, pussy gushing in hot spurts that soaked his pelvis and dripped onto the sand. “YES… DEKU! JUST LIKE THAT… FUCK MY WOMB! MAKE ME CUM AGAIN! I’M YOURS, ALL YOURS!”
His hands slid up her sides, cupping her bouncing breasts. He squeezed them roughly—fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh, thumbs flicking over her stiff nipples before pinching hard. Ochaco’s back arched, a high, keening moan tearing from her throat as fresh pleasure spiked through her.
She leaned down immediately, crashing her mouth against his in a desperate, sloppy kiss—tongues tangling, teeth nipping, saliva slicking their lips as she ground herself down harder onto his cock. The bulge in her belly pressed against his abs with every roll of her hips, the obscene stretch visible between them.
Izuku’s arms wrapped around her waist. With a low growl he rolled them over—sand shifting beneath them as he came up on top, pinning her beneath him in missionary. Her legs immediately hooked around his hips, heels digging into his ass to pull him deeper. He thrust hard—deep, punishing strokes that made her belly bulge even more prominently, the ridge of his cock surging upward beneath her skin with every slam.
Ochaco’s hands clawed at his back, nails leaving red trails as she screamed into his mouth, “FUCK YES! LIKE THIS… POUND ME! YOUR COCK IS SO BIG… STRETCHING MY PUSSY SO WIDE… I CAN FEEL YOU IN MY FUCKING RIBS!! MAKE ME CUM! MAKE ME YOUR SLUT! FILL ME… PLEASE!”
Her pussy spasmed around him again—clamping down in violent contractions, squirting hard with every deep plunge, soaking his balls and the sand beneath them. Her sarong stayed bunched around her waist, fluttering with every thrust, a teasing reminder of how exposed and claimed she was.
Mina and Mirko watched from inches away—Mina’s fingers buried in her own pussy, Mirko openly stroking her clit—both women moaning softly at the sight of Ochaco being utterly wrecked beneath Izuku’s relentless pounding.
Izuku’s hips pistoned with relentless force, each brutal thrust slamming his gigantic cock balls-deep into Ochaco’s clenching pussy. The wet schlop-schlop-schlop of her soaked folds swallowing him echoed across the empty beach, her juices squirting in hot, messy arcs that splashed against his abs and dripped down their joined thighs. The thick bulge in her belly surged obscenely with every plunge—rising high toward her sternum, the outline of his swollen head pressing clearly against her skin before receding, only to surge again on the next slam.
Ochaco’s screams rose in pitch, raw and unfiltered, voice cracking into desperate pleas as pleasure overwhelmed her. “YES!!! KEEP GOING, HARDER… WRECK MY CUNT! FUCK ME LIKE YOU MEAN IT! YOUR COCK IS SO BIG… STRETCHING ME SO WIDE… I LOVE IT!! DON’T STOP! POUND ME! RUIN MEEEE!!!”
Her hands flew to her own breasts, fingers digging into the soft flesh as she squeezed hard, nipples pinched between thumb and forefinger. Then her fingertips flashed bright pink—her Quirk activating in a surge of zero gravity. Her body suddenly became weightless, floating slightly above the sand, only Izuku’s grip on her hips keeping her anchored.
Izuku groaned at the shift, sitting up fully on his knees. With her weight gone, lifting her was effortless—he held her suspended by the hips, moving her up and down his length like a living doll. His cock plunged in and out with perfect control, the bulge in her belly leaping wildly—higher now, more prominent—pressing outward until it nearly brushed the underside of her ribs on every deep thrust.
Mirko whistled low from the side, squatting with her thighs spread, teal thong pulled aside as she openly stroked her clit.
“Fuck yeah,” she growled, eyes locked on the sight. “I wanna try that next. Float me around like a fucktoy, brat.”
Ochaco’s head fell back, mouth open in a continuous scream as Izuku used her weightless body to fuck her harder, faster—lifting and dropping her onto his cock in rapid, punishing strokes. Her pussy gushed around him, squirting in rhythmic jets that splashed against his abs and rained down onto the sand below.
“AHHHH…! I’M CUMMING, CUMMING SO HARD…!YOUR COCK IS IN MY WOMB, STRETCHING ME, FILLING ME… PLEASE… CUM INSIDE ME! FLOOD MY WOMB WITH YOUR SPUNK! BREED ME, BREED MEEE!! I NEED IT… I NEED YOUR CUM! NOW!”
Her pussy clamped down in violent spasms, walls fluttering and milking him as another shattering orgasm tore through her. She screamed his name—voice hoarse, broken—body convulsing in his grip, weightless and helpless as he fucked her through wave after wave of pleasure.
Izuku’s groans turned primal, hips blurring as he slammed her down onto his cock one final time—burying himself to the hilt.
“Ochaco…” he growled, voice rough and wrecked.
His cock pulsed violently, erupting in thick, scalding ropes that flooded her womb in endless waves. Ochaco’s body shuddered with pleasure as she came over and over again, her pussy gushing almost endlessly.
“YESSS!!! SO MUCH… FILLING ME…! MY WOMB’S BURSTING!! CUMMING… CUMMING FROM YOUR LOAD! I LOVE IT!! BREED ME… BREED YOUR GIRL! MAKE ME YOUR CUM BALLOON!!!”
Her final orgasm shattered her completely—pussy clamping down in violent spasms, squirting hard around his shaft in hot jets that splashed against his abs and ran down their bodies. She threw her head back, screaming in pure ecstasy, hands clutching her stomach as pleasure drowned her senses.
Izuku held her through it—arms wrapped around her weightless form, hips twitching with the last heavy pulses—groaning her name as he emptied everything he had inside her.
When the final spurt faded, they stayed locked together—panting, trembling, sweat-slick skin pressed tight. She looked up at him with glassy, blissed-out eyes, a soft, sated smile curving her swollen lips.
“I love you,” she whispered, voice wrecked and tender.
Izuku kissed her forehead, then her lips—gentle now, reverent.
“I love you too, Ochaco.”
Mirko and Mina watched from inches away—Mina’s fingers buried in her own pussy, Mirko openly stroking her clit—both women moaning softly at the sight of Ochaco being utterly wrecked and filled beneath Izuku’s relentless pounding.
“I call next!” both girls shouted together.
(Story by User: SailorIo)