Azumanga Daioh Fan Fiction ❯ Azumanga H-Daioh Part One: The Experiment ❯ Teacher's Pet ( Chapter 9 )

Azumanga Daioh: H-Series

 

By Ashura

 

The Experiment Part 09: Teacher's Pet

 

“Geez, Yukari! Are you sure this is the way to the convenient store you saw a while back?” Nyamo complained to her companion, who sat next to her looking left and right.

 

“I'm sure…” she said, but muttered under her breath, “that this shortcut would…”

 

“SHORTCUT?!” shouted Nyamo, slamming on the breaks immediately, snapping her head towards Yukari, “You mean this entire time you were directing me on a SHORTCUT that you didn't even know would work?!”

 

“Well, I know how much you crave your…”

 

“The Nyamo Ultimate can wait five more minutes in comparison to you getting us LOST!” she shouted, and slumped back in her seat. As she did so, a loud gurgling sound echoed throughout the car, “Uggg…”

 

“Ah c'mon Nyamo, don't worry. I'm sure we'll find it if we just…”

 

“Please don't pull any clichéd crap on me right now,” Nyamo stated, placing her hands back on the wheel, “Let's just find the store quickly so I can my strength back.”

 

“Right! That's the spirit, Nya—”

 

“And you are NOT getting any of my sandwich,” she glared, and proceeded down the road, “All you're going to get is a lecture.”

 

“Jeez,” Yukari moaned as she slumped back in her seat, staring at the window, “I'm starting to think this was a bad idea,” she thought to herself. “Oh well, I just hope the girls are having fun.”

 

“Well, at least Chiyo-chan, Sakaki, and Yomi will be able to take care of things,” Nyamo said to no one in particular, “Where was she, anyways? I didn't see her when I came in earlier.”

 

“Um, err, she was…” Yukari stammered, struggling for the right words, “t-taking a nap, yeah. Apparently Tomi tired her out at the beach. You know how those two can get.”

 

“Yeah, that's true. I swear, that girl is too much like you for my liking,” Nyamo said, and turned an evil eye to Yukari, “Please don't tell me you're training her to be your successor.”

 

“Please, I have a bad enough time teaching English to that bonkura,” she laughed, “And where were you all that time, huh?” she poked, snickering.

 

“I-I…I'd rather not talk about it…”

 

“Don't tell me…” Yukari gasped, “You got hit on by some guy and—”

 

“That wasn't it!” she shouted, slamming the breaks out of reflex, “And it's none of your business!”

 

“Oh, I know! It was `that time,' wasn't it?” Yukari laughed, “I remember back in high school you had these really bad cramps and…”

 

“Even if no one's around, please don't talk about me like that! And NO, that wasn't it, now stop guessing!”

 

“Did you get your bikini caught on someone's fishing hook, giving everyone on the beach some nice fanservice when it ripped off?”

 

“W-what kind of pervy imagination do you have?!” she shouted, almost missing a turn in the road.

 

“Did you romantically walk down on the beach looking for sea shells?”

 

“No,” she stated, making sharper turns in the road.

 

“Pinched by a crab?”

 

“No,” another very sharp turn.

 

“Stung by a jellyfish?”

 

“No.” the car sped up.

 

“TWO hot guys?”

 

“NO!” she cried, veering the car just in time to avoid the red one shooing past them.

 

“Um, Nyamo, you—” Yukari trembled, reaching a hand to Nyamo's arm, “Maybe you should…”

 

“IF you must know,” she said, turning her head sharply to gaze right into Yukari's face, “It was a girl!”

 

“Nyamo, look out!” Yukari shouted, and Nyamo barely had time to look up just as their car flew right over the hillside.

 

The car seemed to fly forever along the air, giving the two women a view of the moonlit ocean before crashing down into the grassy hillside. The car skidded down onto the sandy beach, leaving an unconscious Nyamo draped over the wheel.

 

* * *

 

“Nhgnn…” Nyamo groaned as she slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she saw and felt was the warmth of fire. She could hear the sound of crashing waves ahead and could smell…

 

“F-Fish?”

 

“Well, it's not your “ultimate” sandwich, but at least it's food,” chuckled Yukari, “Glad to see you're awake,” she smiled.

 

“W-what happened?”

 

“You took your eyes off the road and we crashed. You suffered a slight concussion when we landed. Speaking of which,” she said, and turned to look Nyamo dead in the eye, “What is your name?”

 

“M-Minamo Kurosawa,” she stated, a bit confused as to the question, “Wh-”

 

“What are the contents of your “Nyamo Ultimate?”

 

“Four slices of bread, filled with baloney, salami, and bacon, each section containing cheese, lettuce, and tomato, topped off with a hint of mustard and pepper.”

 

“Can you sit up?”

 

“Y-yeah, I think so,” she said, and sat up next to Yukari, who sighed and smiled.

 

“You're fine, then.”

 

“Huh?” she asked, puzzled, then after thinking for a bit, mentally slapped herself, “Oh, I get it. Since when are you a doctor, Yukari?”

 

“Dad wanted me to become a doctor at first. Took a couple classes in the summer, but I found English to be much more fun,” she chuckled at the thought. She sat back against the cliff wall they were on, and stared at the moon in thought. Sighing, she turned to Nyamo, “I'm sorry I teased you back there.”

 

“I-It's okay,” she said, “You were always curious.”

 

“So…a girl, huh?”

 

Nyamo sighed, and she too stared off at the darkened sky, “Remember how during our senior year I got dumped by that college guy and didn't even try to date anyone after that?”

 

“Yeah….” Then with a gasp, “you mean—”

 

“Yeah, I met her while I got drunk at a bar,” she laughed, “Me of all people! Well, we talked, she listened to me and…” she smiled dreamily as she gazed into the stars, “showed me a very good time.”

 

“But I never saw you with anyone!”

 

“Well, it didn't last long, did it?” she said a bit angrily, “I was so busy with my schoolwork, I wasn't able to meet her all the time and…”

 

“That's true. I was always dragging you about all the time so you barely had enough time to study. Man, the things we did…” she started to say, but then suddenly burst out, “Hey! D-Don't tell me I was the reason you guys broke up?!”

 

“W-Well…”

 

“Nyamo…”

 

“Okay, so you kinda were, but…”

 

“Please forgive me! If I had known that I was getting in the way of your love life, I'd have never…!” she stammered on, bowing low on the sand, “I mean, well…”

 

“G-get up Yukari, this isn't like you. Besides,” she said, looking shyly away, “I never really tried to stop you, did I?”

 

“N-Nyamo…” she gaped, noticing a tiny blush on Nyamo's cheeks.

 

“Well, she finally heard that I always ended up hanging with you instead,” she explained, “Couldn't say no, that was me. Well, she was fine as long as we saw each other now and then, but…”

 

“But?”

 

“Then she heard you calling me, `Nyamo.'”

 

“Oh…OH!”

 

“Yeah…she was angry that you had a pet name for me and…” she said, looking up at Yukari, smiling slightly; her cheeks flushed light pink.

 

“And…?” questioned the curious Yukari, staring straight back.

 

“She said, said that I…I might…” she couldn't' say the rest and turned her head away, only to be brought back by Yukari's hand.

 

“Might what?”

 

“L-like someone…”

 

“Yeah?” Yukari teased, lips inches away from hers.

 

“Someone…else…”

 

“Like who?” she continued to tease, going as far as to lightly lick the area below Nyamo's lips.

 

“Y-you.” She whispered softly, and no sooner had those words come out of her mouth did she feel Yukari's lips slide over her own. Nyamo gasped as Yukari's lips press onto hers. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, Yukari slipped her tongue into her best friend's mouth, seeking Nyamo's. Keeping her lips clamped onto Nyamo's, Yukari slowed the kiss down a bit, coaxing Nyamo to kiss her back.

 

And soon Yukari did feel Nyamo's lips moving against hers, and gentle fingers caressing her cheeks. Their tongues danced in their mouths, tasting each other, whispering wordlessly their desires for one another. Nyamo didn't even protest when Yukari reached her hand up her shirt, pushing her bra aside and…

 

“Y-Yukari!” she began to protest, but let out a series of soft moans when Yukari's hand began lightly squeezing her breast.

 

“C'mon Nyamo,” she teased, kissing her friend's neck, “We both know you like it,” she told her and with her free hand lifted Nyamo's shirt and bra over her breasts. “and I've been waiting for too long to stop now,” she whispered in her ear, and was pleased to feel Nyamo shudder at her words.

 

“Ohhhh!” Nyamo moaned when Yukari's lips encircled one of her nipples. Both of Yukari's hands were clamped onto Nyamo's breasts, squeezing and caressing them to both women's delight. “Y-Yukari…” Nyamo couldn't help moan out, running a hand into Yukari's hair, unknowingly encouraging Yukari to suck harder on her breasts, and pinch the other nipple quite tight. Nyamo screamed at the sudden pleasure, squirming beneath Yukari.

 

“M-more…” she heard herself beg. She instantly covered her mouth in surprise. Did she actually say that? Looking down at Yukari's smug face confirmed that she did. But as Yukari licked below her breasts and trailed her way down her smooth stomach, she wasn't sure that was a bad thing…

 

“Mmmmm…” Yukari sighed as she licked and caressed Nyamo's athletic body, “You know, I've always admired this body of yours.”

 

Nyamo blushed, “Y-you what? B-but I…”

 

“Hehe,” she giggled, lightly caressing Nyamo's stomach and sides, “The little bit of muscle's turning me on, you know,” she said, crawling down Nyamo's legs, shoving down her pants, kissing up Nyamo's legs once they were off, “these yummy thighs too,” she added, and licked and sucked on one of Nyamo's thighs.

 

“Ohhh Yukari…” she moaned softly, and found her legs spreading open for Yukari, who happily licked further up her thigh, until she was stopped by Nyamo's panties. She gave it a long lick, pressing her tongue into the material and making Nyamo cry out in pleasure.

 

“My, my Nyamo,” Yukari teased, “so wet already. My, my you're a horny girl, aren't you?”

 

“B-Baka!” she shouted back, “That's just because it's you…” she blushed as soon as the words were out of her mouth. Yukari smiled, and leaned forward to kiss Nyamo briefly, whispering, “Here,” before taking Nyamo's hand and slipping it up her own skirt. Nyamo felt Yukari guide her between her legs. Her heart thumped wildly realizing what she was about to touch, what she had secretly wanted to touch for so long. And soon enough, as her fingers brushed against the material of Yukari's panties, she found a wetness there in the shape of Yukari's pussy.

 

“That's all cuz of you too, you know,” Yukari whispered, kissing Nyamo's face, reaching to caress Nyamo's panties in turn, “See what you do to me. Can't get—ahhhh Nyamo!” she moaned.

 

Nyamo couldn't help herself. Her fingers moved on their own pressing and fondling Yukari's panty-covered sex. Her other hand tugged on Yukari's skirt and with her friend's help, it was off.

 

“Y-Yukari…” Nyamo whispered and moaned, staring longingly into her friend's eyes.

 

“Nyamo…” she whispered back, silently asking what their mouths dared not say. Nyamo smiled in reply, and both girls leaned forward to kiss each other once again as their hands slipped past the other's underwear and finally were able to touch each other as they wanted.

 

Both of their fingers easily slipped inside due to the lubrication of their juices. Yukari loved how Nyamo's pussy clamped down hard on her fingers, sucking them into her. Her hips moved slowly back and forth against her fingers, practically begging her to fuck her pussy.

 

And with each thrust of their fingers, the two women increased their pace, both with their fingers and with their hungry lips. The kiss they shared expressed their passion and, if Nyamo wasn't mistaken, love that had been waiting patiently for years. Yes, it was there. She could feel it as Yukari's tongue slowly explored her mouth, savoring every inch of it. Nyamo's own tongue caressed and encouraged her friend to do more, so much more to her.

 

“Ohhhh Yukari!” she cried in pleasure, “P-Please, I…I…!”

 

“Yes cum for me. Cum for me Nyamo,” she told her, sucking on her friend's neck as her fingers dug deep into Nyamo's soaking wet pussy. She writhed and squirmed against Yukari's touch, begging her for more and more. As her body began to its journey to that sexual peak, her fingers slipped out of Yukari. Soon she found herself on the ground, Yukari's lips devouring her breasts as her two fingers fucked her needy pussy.

 

“Yu-Yu-kaaariii!” she screamed. Her hips bucked violently against Yukari's skilled fingers. Yukari only squeezed and sucked harder on her breasts, and rubbed Nyamo's clit with her thumb.

 

“YUKARI!!!!” she screamed, arching her back as Yukari thrust her fingers deep as far as they could go one last time. She watched as her new lover's body spasmed under her. She wiggled her fingers inside Nyamo's pussy to prolong Nyamo's orgasm, which was hard to do since her pussy walls were clamping down hard around the invading digits.

 

Nyamo finally collapsed on the ground, panting happily, smiling warmly up at a beaming Yukari. Yukari brought her hand up, showing Nyamo the pussy juice she had coated her finger with. She brought it to her lips and sucked and licked her fingers dry.

 

“Mmmm delicious,” she exclaimed, smacking her lips on her fingers, “Much better than snow crabs, I bet.”

 

Nyamo giggled. Only Yukari would say something like that. “Maybe I'll treat you to some next time.”

 

“You would?!” Yukari exclaimed, instantly pulling Nyamo into a tight hug, “Oh Nyamo, you're the best!” she cried, kissing Nyamo on the cheek.

 

“Yeah, yeah,” she laughed, and then stared behind her at the car totaled behind her, “What should we do about this, though? The car's totaled, and I don't suppose you have a cell phone on you, do you?”

 

“Nope, never needed one, really,” Yukari said, standing up and shaking off the sand, “the best thing we can do is to hitch a ride, but as you can see,” she sighed, pointing behind them, “It's a long way back up.”

 

“Wah! I drove us off that?!” Nyamo exclaimed, gaping up at the cliff behind them.

 

“Sure did, so pick a direction and let's start walking,” Yukari said, taking Yukari's hand, “It all depends whether you want to go back quickly or have your `Nyamo Ultimate.”

 

Nyamo smiled up at her best friend, taking her hand and walking back down the beach, “Let's go back…I don't feel so `ultimate' at the moment.”

 

“Ah, cheer up!” she exclaimed, giving Nyamo's shoulder a playful nudge, “You can't have that kind of sad face if you're MY girlfriend, you know!”

 

“G-girlfriend?” Nyamo gasped, blushing red at the thought.

 

“Well of course!” she said happily, “I'm not giving you up to any man, or woman for that matter!”

 

“Yukari-chan…”

 

“At least…not completely,” she grinned, thinking of the possibility of a threesome with certain young girls she happened to teach.

 

“God, you're hopeless,” Nyamo laughed, and the two continued their half arguing, half laughing all the way back. They talked about many things, the past, their families, their new love lives together, and the students they taught.

 

“Honestly, I don't know how you put up with Tomo!” Nyamo exclaimed as they walked down the beach, “She's always going off doing her own thing, not listening to me at all!”

 

“`Ya got to put her in her place sometimes, that's all,” she chuckled, “I mean, I don't think of her as my student, but more like a little bratty sister.”

 

“You serious? We're teachers, we're supposed to—”

 

“Hey look, we've reached the road!” she exclaimed, skipping up the final hill, “Finally! Now maybe we can get back before Tomo trashes the place!”

 

“Please stop,” Nyamo groaned, throwing her hand on Yukari's shoulder, “I'd like to not think of that at the moment.”

 

“Relax, all we have to do it get a car to pick us up and then…” Yukari said confidently, extending her hand into the typical hitchhiking sign. After a while, one car did show up…and left.

 

“okay, maybe the next one,” she sighed, holding out her hand again. However, this one, too, avoided her. Nyamo rested along the guardrail, somehow knowing they wouldn't be going back anytime soon.

 

“I hope the girls are doing alright,” she wondered aloud. Yukari let out a most peculiar laugh at the though.

 

“Oh, I'm sure they're doing fine…” she said, an image of Tomo in a dominatrix outfit whipping a tied up Yomi flashing into her head.

 

“No way!” she thought, shaking the image from her brain. Another identical one soon followed, this time having Osaka and Kagura holding Yomi down instead.

 

“Yeah…that's more realistic,” she laughed.

 

“You say something?”

 

“N-No!” she gasped, waving her arms like a maniac, as if to clear away the imaginary thought bubble, “Nothing at all, I--!”

 

Suddenly a car pulled up right next to them. “Looks like my arm-waving did the trick!” Yukari said excitedly, pulling Nyamo over to thank the driver.

 

“Thank you so much mister,” Nyamo began as the window rolled them. As soon as she got a good look at the driver, her excited face fell to a frown.

 

“Oh, uh, hi, um…”

 

“Why Mr. Kimura, funny to see you here!” Yukari interrupted for her, “Would you mind giving us a lift?”

 

“Of course, we are fellow educators, after all,” he replied, motioning them inside the car, and started the car when both of them had settled in, “safety belts, now. Safety first, after all.”

 

“Say, what are you doing out here?” asked Yukari, “Don't you live all the way in—?”

 

“I have a villa just down the road,” Mr. Kimura informed them, pointing back in the same direction as Chiyo-chan's house, “I go there every summer after [insert famous Japanese charity here].”

 

“with a bottle of Champagne?” Nyamo questioned, holding up a plastic bag containing a bottle of wine wrapped in a brown bag.

 

“Ohhhh, I get it!” Yukari exclaimed, “it's your own little romantic getaway, huh?”

 

“Yukari!” Nyamo gasped, ready to protest her blunt behavior, but Kimura smiled back and replied,

 

“You can say that.”

 

Both women creeped out by his smile, the ride that followed became long and silent.

 

“Well here you are,” he said after he dropped them off, “If you excuse me, I have to hurry.”

 

“Y-yeah, you shouldn't keep her waiting,” Yukari joked. Kimura nodded a reply, “yes, you're absolutely right,” he agreed before driving off in a hurry.

 

“Phew, finally made it back. Let's hope the girls haven't destroyed the interior yet,” Yukari said as they approached the house.

 

“Hey, wait a minute,” Nyamo suddenly said, stopping where she was.

 

“Hm?”

 

“Didn't he say before summer break started his wife and daughter were going on a trip to Hawaii?”

 

“Yeah, wasn't that in the beginning of the summer, though?”

 

“No, it was at the end. They planned it that way to give him time and enough space to prepare for the next semester.”

 

“Wait, then…” Yukari gasped, both women looking worriedly at each other, “w-who's the wine for?”

 

Meanwhile, the car carrying the teacher pervert quickly sped though the streets, just under the speed limit. At last he reached his destination, a small house in the middle of a thick forest, the only entrance being a small dirt road that was rarely used or known by anyone. He turned the key into the lock and locked it once inside. He carried his groceries up with him and entered one of the rooms upstairs.

 

“Sorry I'm late…I…” he said as he locked the door behind him.

 

“That's okay, it's good to build up tension,” said a voice, and has Kimura looked up at her, he noticed the voice dressed in nothing but pink ribbon, “Besides, I needed to prepare your birthday present.” Chihiro blushed as she said this, turning around to show Kimura-sensei the full view, the pink satin neatly wrapping her silky smooth cheeks. “I hope you like it.”

 

“Ah, it's…it's perfect, Chihiro,” he gasped, his hands raised as if he wished to grab her, but restrained himself.

 

“Oh I'm so glad!” she exclaimed, smiling to cheeks. She looked at Kimura, still trying to stop his lusting arms, and giggled. “Don't worry about me, Kimura-sensei,” she enticed him, backing up toward the bed, “I intend to let you ravish me all you want.”

 

In a flash, Chihiro felt herself flung backwards onto the bed, Kimura's full weight pressing on top of her. She let out a gasp feeling the wind knocked out of her for a moment, which Kimura gladly took. He quickly latched his lips onto hers and slid his tongue into her tiny mouth.

 

“MMmmph!!” Chihiro gasped in surprise, but this quickly subsided. Her arm slipped around him to rub his back, the other stroking his cheek. Both motions encouraging him to keep doing what he wanted. Her eager tongue and lips didn't hurt much, either.

 

His kisses were rough and passionate, but that's just what she wanted. She had dreamt of this for so long. Her shy act at school was just a façade for what she really wanted. No foreplay was necessary. Words like “I love you” or “You're so pretty” or feeble pickup lines were just empty words to here. Actions were what she wanted most…and she knew where she wanted.

 

“You're pretty—mmmm—eager, Chihiro,” Kimura mumbled between kisses, “I mean, for a—mmm, god, that tongue mmm…”

 

“Hehe, I meant what I told you, Kimura-sensei,” she giggled, and gave him another passionate lip-lock, “Older men is my passion,” she whispered in his ear, and let out a small moan feeling his cock suddenly press against her thigh. “And I know yours,” she winked, pulling him back down to her.

 

Her lips once again sought his, and felt his tongue dive into her sweet mouth. He had a large tongue, easily exploring her small mouth. Her lips widely parted, and moaned happily during the entire French kissing. The wet kiss set her body on fire, her tongue dancing and twirling with his as the saliva ran down her chin.

 

Then Kimura's hand grabbed her breast, massaging and squeezing it much to the young girl's pleasure. She moaned and squealed as he roughly played with her breasts.

 

“D-does your wife like it this—ohhhh—rough, Kimura-sensei?” she teased.

 

“No,” he replied, “Her breasts…are sensitive.”

 

“Do you like her big ones?” she asked again, pulling the ribbon string and letting the strands fall to her sides, “Be honest now,” she said with an innocent smile.

 

“No, he said, smiling back at her, “They don't-ahhh,” he sighed as he squeezed Chihiro's breasts a bit softer, “—they don't fit nicely into my hands like this.”

 

“Play with mine as much as you like, Kimura-sensei,” she told him, taking his other hand and placing it hard on her other tit, “I don't mind.”

 

“No, of course you don't,” he chuckled, leaning forward to run his tongue along her pink nipple. Chihiro let out a excited cry at the feeling, her body jumping under Kimura. “You love it, don't you?”

 

“God yes,” she moaned, letting out a series of moans and cries as Kimura licked and sucked the life out of her so-proclaimed perfect breasts. His touch was rough, but he kneaded them and rolled them in his hands in a way that made her heart race. His lips latched themselves onto her neck…kissing back up her cheek and returning to her feathery soft lips.

 

“Love kissing, don't you?” she teased, letting out another moan when he squeezed her breast in just the right spot.

 

“Your lips feel so good,” he answered, letting his lips rest against hers lightly as he spoke, “You don't mind, I assume?”

 

Her hands pulled him down on her and she was kissing him back with a all the energy in her 17 year old body, “I—never—could get tired of this,” she insisted, beginning another long, hot make out session this time additionally fueled by the rough hands giving her breasts pleasure.

 

Of course, her hands needed to play as well, and she felt he was wearing much more than her at the moment. His tie could go, for one thing, she thought as she pulled it off. But then there was this shirt blocking his chest…it took a while for all the buttons come undone, especially with lips and hands that felt sooo good distracting her. Eventually she got it off, and was surprised when she felt his hairy chest.

 

“And here I thought your wife would make you shave it smooth,” she giggled, running her small fingers through the hair.

 

“S-She does,” he told her, “but I decided to not do it anymore. It's quite…”

 

“well, I don't mind at all," she whispered, giggling when Kimura nestled his head between her breasts, “Hehe, I wonder if the rest of you is hairy, too,” she said with a wink.

 

He chuckled and in a flash he was sitting next to her, his large bulge staring her straight in the face. She reached out and gently stroked it through his briefs, running a finger gently along the underside. He shuddered at the touch, and gasped when she kissed the covered tip. That part was wet already.

 

“Wow, this much precum all because of me?” she gasped in her mind, licking the wet spot gently as he hands tug at the fabric. She didn't stop her licking as she slipped the underwear over his cock. Her tongue immediately licked off precum from the tip.

 

“Oh my!” she gasped at her first taste.

 

“S-sorry if it's bad. My wife has always hated—” he began, but words failed him when Chihiro's soft tongue licked his cock head in earnest.

 

“I love it!” she exclaimed, licking the length of his cock after she swallowed the precum, “little salty, but sweet. It's nice! Oooh, and so is this cock!”

 

Kimura's cock was an appealing sight to her. It was long, about a foot, but it wasn't that thick. Which would probably fit nicely into her tight pussy and he could fuck her easily without hurting her. It was just what she wanted.

 

“Ooooh, big balls, too!” she giggled, licking and giving them a nice long suck to show her appreciation, “bet your wife must love them.”

 

“Actually,” he could barely make out between moans, “She hates it because she gets exhausted quickly.”

 

“Does that mean what I think it means?” she asked excitedly, looking up to him with hopeful eyes, still stoking his cock.

 

“I—I…ohhh, that feels so good Chihiro…!”

 

“How many times can you cum?” she asked bluntly, looking him in the eyes.

 

“I…I'm not sure…she only lets me orgasm once when I'm with her, so—”

 

“Well, we've got all weekend to find out,” she promised before her lips slide down on his cock and suddenly took him as deep as her tiny mouth would allow. He let out a loud moan at her actions before she came back up.

 

“This may be my first time with a guy, Mr. Kimura,” she said as she playfully licked his cockhead, “but I have a feeling just one or two orgasms won't satisfy me, either,” she winked, and with the encouragement of his powerful hands, her small mouth once again filled with cock.

 

A/N: I am SO SORRY! I know, I know, I am so friggen late, but I just haven't been in a writing mood lately…personally, I blame it on the person who asked me not to make you guys wait another month again. But I shouldn't be blaming things on other people, should I? Nope it's all my fault, so I gave you a double feature to make up for it…I hope. I'd give you a sneak preview of the orgy to apologize, but Yukari pretty much gave you one. ;-) Anyways…

 

Yes, even fanfics have fillers! Or it would have been, if I didn't realize that I could make the story have actual plot with this! How, you ask? Well, you'll just have to keep reading/reviewing/mailing me to find out. XD

 

This filler was mainly created because I just don't do torture scenes real well, even if it just needs to happen so badly I can taste it! I pretty much know how it will turn out now, so thank you for all your suggestions! Everyone really helped me out! Except there really is one question that is bugging me, and is one big reason for my writer's block. Well, two, actually, and you the reader get to decide once again! Actually, two questions…and here they are!

 

1) Who should Kaorin loose her virginity to?

a) Tomo

b) Sakaki

c) Kagura

Each has the potential to possibly change Kaorin's future!

 

2) Should the next update finish up Chihiro's hot session with Kimura, or should I get cracking on the long-awaited orgy? I'll wait 5 reviews/emails before deciding.

 

Again, I'm really sorry. I think I do better writing when I'm in a situation where I shouldn't be writing hot lemons…