InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ After School Special ❯ After School Special ( Chapter 1 )

Miroku Hoshima morosely scanned his surroundings, an impatient scowl marring his handsome features. Bored, violet eyes impatiently perused the empty seats surrounding him. He exhaled an irritated breath, running his hands through his raven bangs as he waited for the teacher to arrive. He had better things to do with his afternoons than serve fucking detention!

"Come on Old Lady Cyclops. Let's get this party started. The sooner you waddle your ancient ass in here, the sooner I can blow this cesspool," he grumbled, tugging at the short tail of silky hair gathered at the nape of his neck.

Shifting in his seat, he let his mind wander to more pleasant matters; the new babe at Sengoku High School. His brow furrowed under his low bangs as he wracked his brain for an inkling of her name. Kaname...Kameko. Ah well. He’d remember it eventually. Names really weren't a priority to the young stud anyway. After all, the legendary Miroku Hoshima was a connoisseur of the flesh. It was a hell of a lot more fun getting his hands into their panties than getting a name out of their mouths. For that matter, he could find better uses for their mouths as well. However, he found himself wanting to remember this particular girl's name, if for nothing more than something to do to pass the time.

"Kagome!" The exclamation was punctuated with a fist thump to the desktop. "That's it!"

Sitting back, he contemplated the latest addition to the sophomore attendance log. His best friend, InuYasha, had pointed her out just this morning. 'Now there's one fine, Grade A, juicy piece of ass I'd like to get both my hands on,' he thought, a lecherous grin lifting the corner of his full lips. His grin slipped minutely as he also remembered his best bud's admonition. "Don’t even think about it, pervert! That one's mine," the golden-eyed boy had warned.

The sound of the classroom door lock sliding into place brought the eighteen year old senior out of his salacious reverie. "Ah, my dear Lady Kae..." The exaggerated greeting died on the boy's lips as his gaze landed on a perfectly rounded, baby blue, terry clad ass that definitely didn’t belong to the elderly school nurse. The phrase, 'Scratch that last thought,' floated through his befuddled brain.

Miroku's heated gaze devoured the luscious curves concealed by light blue jogging pants and matching hooded jacket, both of which hugged her tight body like an ardent lover. His visual perusal began at the chestnut ponytail sitting high atop her perfectly shaped head and lingered on the exposed skin of her neck. As the young woman turned from the door, Miroku’s breath caught in his throat, and his eyes widened as they settled on the tantalizing display of creamy cleavage pushing through the half-zipped top.

Her bountiful breasts accentuated her flat abdomen -- he’d bet his balls that her jacket was concealing a set of six-pack abs -- that flared slightly at the hip and connected to long, strong, well-toned legs. His mouth watered as an image of those same strong legs, naked and tan, locked around his waist in the throes of passion crept unbidden into his mind. ‘I bet she’s flexible too. I would love to find out just HOW flexible she is,’ he thought. His stiffening cock gave a thump of agreement.

Lifting his appreciative gaze from the lower half of the stunning beauty before him, he studied her heart-shaped visage. Her full, pink lips slowly curved upwards, the sultry smile extending to her wide, expressive cinnamon eyes. What he saw at that moment burning in the depth of those brown orbs made his mouth go dry.

~@~

Sango Tanaka had been recently hired for the position of Girl’s PE Instructor at SHS. In her position, ignoring high school gossip was next to impossible. It was from the incessant twittering in the girl’s locker room that she had first heard about the legendary prowess of one eighteen year old upper classman, Miroku Hoshima.

Only a few years older than her students and more than a little curious, she decided it was time to see for herself what all the locker room fuss was about. That day, as she stood concealed by the metal bleachers, she watched the splendid young man move up and down the field with fluid athletic grace. A slow heat spread throughout her body as her hot gaze traveled time and again over the length of his sinewy, muscled physique.

It wasn’t long after that, through discreet inquiries, she had found out that her soon to be senior boy toy was a member in the SHS Detention Club. Finagling her way on to the detention duty roster had been a snap.

~@~

Sango slowly sidled her way to stand before the object of her desire, stopping within arm's reach of the clearly aroused young man. Offering her hand to the senior student, she introduced herself.

“Hello, Miroku. May I call you Miroku? Hoshima seems so, well, formal.” The question was asked as a mere courtesy for the new girl’s PE instructor of SHS had absolutely no intention of standing on formalities with this tasty morsel.

Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Miroku took the proffered appendage, turned it and placed a warm, wet kiss on the inside of her wrist. Lacing their fingers together, he replied with a sensual smile curving his lips, “Baby, you can call me anything you like. And who might you be lovely vixen?”

Stepping closer to her soon-to-be young lover, Sango reached up with her free hand and gently pulled Miroku’s hair from its confines. Running her long digits through his silky mane, she fixed her hungry gaze upon his lush lips as she responded. “My name is Sango Tanaka. I am the new girl’s PE teacher here at SHS.”

Miroku’s smile slightly faded, his violet orbs widening at her announcement. Taking a small step back, he raked her with his gaze. “You’re a teacher? You’re too hot to be a teacher!” he exclaimed.

Sango chuckled at the incredulity in his statement. “Well, be that as it may, I am. Is that a problem for you? I’m only twenty two and you are of legal age of majority. Besides, you’ll be graduating soon,” she finished, moving closer.

A slow, sexy grin spread across his face as he breathed, “Not a problem at all,” a moment before he brought his lips to hers. The contact produced an explosion of passion between the young couple, sending a jolt of white hot fire straight to the juncture of their respective thighs.

Releasing her hand, he wound his strong arms around her slender waist and crushed her lithe body against his own. The kiss took on a life of its own as their slick tongues dueled and danced, each roughly plundering the other’s moist orifice. Their mouths came together over and over again, so hard that teeth scraped against teeth.

Needing skin on skin contact, Sango dragged her lips from his and grasped the hem of his tee shirt, whipping it up and over his head. Returning the favor, Miroku roughly yanked at the zipper of her jacket, hastily pushing the folds of cloth back to feast upon the glorious mammories held captive behind flesh-colored lace. Their hardened peaks strained against the material, begging him for freedom from their confines.

With the snap of his wrist, he released them from their mesh prison, the tip of his tongue snaking out to toy with a naked, rosy nub. Paying homage to each fleshy mound, he tongued, nipped and suckled, spurred on by Sango’s erotic vocals.

Crying out, Sango arched against him, fisting handfuls of his hair as he continued to torment her sensitive flesh. “I need you inside me now!” she demanded, dragging his mouth back to hers. She thrust her hot, wet appendage into his mouth, silently urging him to do the same with his body.

Miroku’s wandering hands found purchase on the tight globes of her exquisite ass. His cock grew harder -- if that was even possible at this point -- as he palmed a handful of cheek in each mitt.

“Your wish is my command, lover,” he whispered against her lips as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of her jogging pants. With one quick tug, he relieved her of the offending garments. His cock strained angrily behind his zipper, demanding immediate release at the site of the neatly trimmed mound before it. His own clothing quickly followed suit.

Hooking his hands under her thighs, Miroku raised Sango up and wrapped her long legs around his waist – just as he had fantasized not more than mere minutes ago. The head of his rigid member nestled at the entrance to her dripping heat. Sango’s back hit the blackboard at the same time his heavy balls hit the base of her ass as he snapped his hips forward and buried himself deep within her throbbing core.

Miroku’s hot staff plundered her sopping pussy as his tongue pillaged her sweet mouth. Her rock hard nipples abraded the hot flesh of his chest as he rode her relentlessly, bouncing her against the black slate with each forward thrust. Sango tore her lips from his and buried her hands in his sweat-dampened hair to ride out the wave of desire that washed over her.

Miroku buried his face in her neck and continued to pound her willing flesh, hitting that special spot deep within her body that made her cry out her ecstasy over and over. The grip on his hair tightened, almost to the point of pain, as Sango’s lust reached a fevered pitch. She was about to blow, he could feel it in the tightening of her channel as well. Reaching between them, his middle finger toyed with the sensitive bundle of nerves that would send her senses reeling.

“Oh God … yeah … right there ... I’m gonna cum,” she panted, burying her face in his neck to muffle her screams of passion as the wave of impending orgasm crested and carried her into oblivion.

Sango’s release sent Miroku speeding towards his own. Feeling his balls tighten, he pulled out of her welcoming warmth with a groan and fisted his cock. Pumping the engorged flesh, he painted her stomach and pubes with streams of hot gizzum.

The lazy grin on the PE teacher’s face mirrored her new young lover’s. They shared small kisses as each slowly descended from the heights of euphoria.

“Umm … sorry about that.” Miroku smiled sheepishly as he nodded at the evidence of their recent activity currently pooling where their bodies were still joined.

“No worries, babe. Better safe than sorry, eh?” Sango replied, rubbing her hands over the smooth flesh of his shoulders. “We’d better get cleaned up. Detention’s almost over.”

Reluctantly disentangling themselves from one another, the couple proceeded to clean themselves up, Sango’s detention intention made clear by the towel she produced with a light pink staining her cheeks. After dressing, Sango leaned up and pressed a chaste kiss on Miroku’s mouth before unlocking the door and stepping out into the hallway.

Miroku Hoshima, senior classman and Sengoku High School varsity football team’s brightest shining star, sauntered down the empty halls of the quiet school. A huge, devilish grin split his beautiful face as he contemplated what atrocity he could commit in order to receive detention the rest of the school year.

~Fin