InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Secret Club ❯ A New Friendship ( Chapter 2 )
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By: NinjaGamer 
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.17.2011 | Updated On: 03.14.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 2.8K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 02.17.2011 | Updated On: 03.14.2011 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.5K | Visits: 2.8K | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any characters associated with it. This story is rated for a mature audience.
Lemon warning. PWP warning.
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Kagome spent the next couple days reminiscing about her experience at the club. Nothing the three had spent the last hour there had come to fruition – yet. Now that she had been given proper time to contemplate all that was said, she was a little relieved that things seemed to have fallen through. It seemed like a fantastic idea when she was still high from the post-sex bliss. It was the return of her sensible mind that she questioned the notion of becoming Miroku’s sex friend. They had never come out and called it that, but it was essentially what it was. Great sex or not, Kagome was terrified about the implications. If something went sour, she could possibly lose one or both as friends. What if the casual nature of her relationship with Miroku turned into something more? As implausible as it seemed now, would it be in six months; a year?
It wasn’t all negative though, partly why she was so torn over the idea. That night with Miroku had been astonishing. Just thinking about it made her crave a repeat of the experience. It certainly released a lot of stress that had been building over the months. Kagome had slept better the past few nights than she had the entire year. That alone made the whole situation worth serious consideration. She hated to think of it like this, but it was a fast, fun, inexpensive, and effective way to relieve stress. Being the first in her family to ever go to college, her mother and grandfather were expecting a great deal from her. This was in addition to the already stressful environment of the school. Her high grades weren’t easy to come by, and she needed to keep them up. The moment her grade slipped, her scholarships would dry up and her college career would come to a screeching halt. Her most horrendous nightmare was being forced out of school and returning to the small temple her family lived in, defeated. Even with these things aside, the fantastic sex was a heavy enough pull towards acceptance.
Her pencil clattered to the table, her hands running up her cheeks and through her bangs as she sighed. “I just don’t know.” Leaning back in her chair, she stared up towards the ceiling, ignoring the open books sprawled out before her. Closing her eyes, she began arguing both sides again, trying to see if one would finally win out. Her schoolwork was forgotten for the moment. With the state she was in at the moment, forcing herself to do it would only bring negative results. Inside her mind, the two sides were using the same arguments they had been for the past couple days.
What’s the harm?
What if this causes a rift with one of them – or both? Is it really worth risking my friendship?
I need this. The stress is slowly killing me. Sleep has been rough the past couple months.
Remember when you hooked up with guys at parties? How great it seemed at the time? How awful it turned out?
Best. Sex. Ever.
The arguing went back and forth, neither side strong enough to force a definitive answer. Slowly, the mental argument faded, replaced by memories of the club. It was surprising how vivid they still were, meaning they had either shocked her into forever remembering them or she had been so excited she could never forget. She could almost smell the stench of sweat, sex, and alcohol in her room; the women and men making sounds of pleasure as they joined with total strangers; the look of joy on that young woman’s face as she struggled to please five men at once.
Growling, she ruffled her hair as her chair slammed back down onto all four legs. This was not the time to start having fantasies, not when she had so much work to do. She sat hunched forward over her books, pencil waving side to side in her hand. It was tedious work, trying to keep her wandering mind focused. No matter how many times she read the same several lines, her mind refused to comprehend. There wasn’t a lot of motivation to study when you had the overwhelming urge to masturbate. Even the idea of masturbation seemed inadequate. She had been doing that steadily for months now and she had still been wound up. Plus, masturbating now seemed so pitiful compared to the memory of the club. Resistance crumbling, she pushed away from the desk. Standing, she looked over at her bed and sighed. In the end, a pitiful release was better than no release at all. She set about preparing. With her blinds closed, she pulled out her small silver friend and set it on the stand next to her bed. It was slightly over 5 inches long and about an inch wide, hardly a substitute for Miroku. Sure it vibrated, but it was no substitution for the real thing. With a resigned sigh, Kagome pulled her hair back into a ponytail before releasing it as she flopped down on the bed. Popping her legs up onto the bed, she looked up at the ceiling as she collapsed back onto the pillow, thinking up a face she could use. She was in the middle of unbuttoning her jeans when the doorbell rang.
“You have to be shitting me.” Grumbling, she quickly rolled off the bed and exited her room. The door rang again as she hurried down the stairs. Navigating around the kitchen table, she hurried through the living room to the door. Without looking who it was, she pulled the door open.
“Hey Kagome,” Miroku said, hands full with plastic bags. He moved to enter the house, Kagome stepping aside to allow him.
“Miroku? What are you doing here?” She wasn’t used to seeing him here this early. Sango was still in class and would be for another forty minutes. Closing the door, she followed him as he walked towards the kitchen.
“Sango wanted me to pick up some groceries for her.” Kagome remembered that it was Sango’s turn to shop this week. He gave a quick glance over his shoulder as he walked. “I got a few things that weren’t on the list. I’m going to crash here this weekend and I wanted some things.”
“That’s fine.” She didn’t think too much about it. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stay here over the weekend. She had long since gotten used to the sounds he and Sango made at night. It was a trade-off for the cheap house; spacious, but old and with zero soundproofing. She could hear him shuffling things around in the kitchen. “Need any help?” she asked as she moved to the kitchen.
“Na, I only have a few things that need refrigerated. How is that paper going?”
“Terrible,” Kagome said, rubbing the top of her head. “I only have six pages done.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, I only have another six to go.”
Cabinets were opening and closing. “Damn papers seem to consume your entire day.”
“No kidding.” There was no way she was going to tell him that she had just been prepared to blow off the work for a half-hour or so. The noise from the kitchen stopped and Miroku reappeared, stretching his arms above him. Kagome suddenly had a flashback to his naked body standing before her for the first time, cock at attention. Throat tightening, she cleared her throat, looking away as she buried the memory.
He glanced over at the clock. “I’m a bit early, aren’t I?” He seemed obvious to her discomfort.
“You two going out tonight?” she asked, forcing herself to look back at him. Fortunately, she wasn’t getting any weird thoughts.
“Planning too.” His head tilted to the side as he looked at her. “You can come too if you want.”
She smiled, giving her head a small shake. “No thanks. I don’t want to be a third wheel.”
“I don’t know… there are some great perks to being a third wheel,” he said with a grin. It was clear to what he was eluding at.
Her heart was pounding in her chest. What they had talked about at the club may have faded, but it had not been forgotten. She suddenly found herself in the uncomfortable position of making a major decision. She was ill-prepared to make it now. Hell, she doubted she would be ready if she had a year to think about it. Would she go along with it? It didn’t have to all happen at once. They could slowly work up to things, one day at a time. Her other option was to end this before it got and farther. By his expression, he was openly testing things, seeing where Kagome stood.
“Oh really? Perhaps I need to take a look at these perks sometime,” she heard herself say. It took her a few seconds to realize she was smiling.
She could see Miroku loved her answer. Why wouldn’t he? She had just confirmed she was still interested. “You’ll love it. I promise you.”
Her smile widened. She wondered if she was doing a good job hiding her nervousness. “Can’t wait.”
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Sango had been completely forgotten. It started when Kagome asked Miroku to take a look at the paper she was working on. It was something he had done countless times before and a request Kagome hadn’t given a second thought to. In the past, Miroku would have teased her endlessly for catching sight of her vibrator on the bed stand. Things had changed. The line of simple friendship had been crossed at the club. He hadn’t teased her about the vibrator. Instead, he questioned why she was using it at all now that she had him. That was all it had taken for him to spread her legs. As her cries reverberated through her small room, deep within her she questioned whether she should have caved so quickly – hell, whether she should have caved at all.
He had thrown her legs over his shoulders, his cock reaching depths it normally couldn’t. She could feel her legs sway in the open air behind him as he slammed into her. Her entire body shuddered from the force of his thrusts. He leaned forward on her legs, trying to push himself as deep as he could. She clenched her legs together, squeezing his cock inside her.
“God damn,” he muttered, sweat running down his forehead. “You have the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked.” His pace slowed as he struggled to keep himself from ending things prematurely. It was the last time any words were uttered. He lowered her legs back to on either side of him as they adopted a more traditional missionary position. With the excess pressure gone, he picked up his pace once more. Gripping the bedcovers, Kagome gasped and struggled to keep herself from being pushed into the headboard. Both their grunts and moans joined the creaking bed as it thumped rhythmically against the wall. Her eyes met his, silently pleading with him, urging him on. He happily obliged. A few more thrusts and Kagome hit her limit. Her hands clenched the covers painfully, her eyes squeezing shut as she squealed, her body rocking in orgasm. Miroku was only a few seconds behind her. He pulled out just in time to shoot several long streams onto her smooth stomach. He gasped loudly, his hand pumping furiously to ensure he shot every last drop onto her.
Chest heaving, Kagome stared up at the ceiling, the tension leaving her body as she enjoyed the bliss of the fading orgasm. Miroku had collapsed onto the bed beside her, his semi-erect cock pointing proudly out as it slowly shrank. Now that the immediate urge to sate her lust had faded, she began thinking about what had just transpired. This was no longer a fluke. She had just slept with Miroku, here, in her own bed. Her room was her sanctuary and he was the first to breach it. Not only that, they had just shared an intimate moment together. It was nothing romantic, but it was something more than friendship. It had just been the two of them. Sango hadn’t been there watching nor had they been surrounded by dozens of others happily going at it.
“Kagome?”
Her heart raced. “Hmm?” She hoped her nervousness wasn’t obvious.
“You’re okay with this, right?”
She took a few seconds to think about it. “Yeah.”
He sounded relieved. “Good. I really enjoy being with you.”
Kagome smiled. The statement didn’t make her as uncomfortable as she would have thought. “It’s fun.”
That was how Sango discovered them later, having more ‘fun.’ It nearly scared Kagome to death, seeing Sango’s figure suddenly at the door, a surprised look on her face.
“Sango…” Kagome breathed, panting heavily. She didn’t stop, her body repeatedly dropping itself on Miroku’s hard cock. Miroku’s hands gripped her ass tightly, giving him the leverage he needed to buck against her.
“Hey honey,” he said, his eyes transfixed by Kagome’s firm breasts as they did their small bounce motion. “Want to join?”
Sango crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. Kagome was still getting used to how casual Sango acted watching someone else with her boyfriend. “I take it we aren’t going out tonight?”
“Shit! That’s right!” There was a few seconds of silence, the only sound being the loud slapping of their skin meeting. “Let me finish up here and get cleaned up and we can—”
“No, it’s fine. We don’t have to go out tonight if you don’t want to.”
“You sure?”
“We were just going to end up doing this after dinner. We might as well save the money.”
While Miroku’s full attention was on Kagome, she was focused on Sango. Striding confidently into the dim bedroom, Sango started peeling off her clothes, joining Miroku’s and Kagome’s scattered pieces they had ripped off earlier. Kagome realized that she was about to experience her first threesome. A new sensation built up in her stomach, adding to her already racing heartbeat. Even though Sango had convinced her to try it the night of the club, the idea was still a bit frightening.
Completely nude, Sango slowly climbed onto the bed, now overcrowded. Her hands gently ran along Kagome’s skin, causing a tingling sensation to dance over her body. She disappeared from sight, sliding behind her. Neck tilting to the side, Kagome moaned as her friends lips pressed against her neck, tongue sliding playfully against her exposed skin. “I see this isn’t the first time tonight,” she whispered, hand running along Kagome’s stomach where Miroku’s cum had dried. With just the edges of her fingertips, Sango moved her hands up to support Kagome’s breasts, kneading them tenderly. “I just love how these fit so perfectly in my hands.” A yelp escaped her lips as Sango pinched her nipples teasingly. Suddenly, Sango’s warmth was gone, her hands withdrawing. She reappeared before her, a smile on her face as she positioned herself over Miroku’s head. He was expecting her, his mouth open, tongue sliding out to attack her slit. Closing her eyes, Sango’s lips parted slightly as Miroku worked. Still keeping a steady up-down pace, Kagome’s eyes slid down her friend’s nude body. The anxiety was fading, her mind focusing on the ecstasy sex created. Eyes opening, Sango leaned forward to surprise Kagome with a kiss. This was the second time she had shared such a serious kiss with another woman. Head tilted to the side, Kagome’s lips parted and her tongue joined with Sango’s. It was difficult to maintain the kiss while fucking Miroku and they had to break several times. She discovered that slowing her pace allowed them much easier access to one another.
Like Miroku had said earlier, Kagome found herself enjoying the experience. She found being with another woman wasn’t as awkward when there was a man involved. She didn’t hate the night she shared with Sango freshmen year, but there was a reason they never repeated it. Knowing Miroku wasn’t going to have enough energy left for a third time, the two girls went easy on him, always stopping when he got close. Lifting herself from Miroku’s cock, Kagome and Sango let Miroku get off his back. There was a clumsy repositioning as the three fumbled around the bed built for two. After finally settling down, Kagome found herself sitting against the wood headboard. Her legs were spread as widely as she could comfortably get them. Between them was Sango, her breasts smashed against the bedding. Her mouth and tongue attacked Kagome’s sensitive slit. Miroku towered over them both as he rammed himself against Sango’s raised ass. Each thrust he made pushed her against Kagome’s crotch. Kagome ran her hands along her body, teasing her erect nipples as she gasped for breath. She could feel Sango’s tongue probe her, teasing her clit. She couldn’t decide which she liked better, Sango or Miroku. Both were glorious in their own way. Hands sliding down her stomach, she pushed her fingers through Sango’s hair, head tipping back as she enjoyed Sango’s rhythmic licking. She glanced up to find Miroku eyeing her with a grin. His focus wasn’t on her eyes, but on her swaying breasts and where Sango was so diligently working. She felt her throat tighten, her breathing labored. Even though he was with Sango, Miroku was imagining that she was the one he was with. Oddly enough, Kagome wasn’t put off by the realization. In that moment, she decided to do something wild and encourage him. She lightly ran her fingers up her stomach and tickled her breasts. She could see Miroku’s gaze follow. While her left hand remained to softly massage her breast, her right continued to travel up. Lips parting, her tongue ran along her index finger as she slowly closed her lips around it. The corners of her mouth twisted up in a smile as their eyes met. Between her legs, Sango continued ignorant of the silent innuendo between Kagome and Miroku.
Before things could continue, Miroku reached his limit. His eyes were still locked with Kagome’s as he groaned. “I’m going to cum.”
“Go ahead,” Sango said, misinterpreting who his statement was directed at. It was clear to Kagome that he had been speaking to her. “It’s safe today.”
Still smiling, Kagome puckered her lips in a kiss. Grunting, Miroku froze inside Sango as he erupted. By now, Sango had stopped paying attention to Kagome, gasping nosily as his seed spilled inside her. Kagome didn’t mind being forgotten by her. While it had felt amazing, it wasn’t having the same effect on her Miroku had. Besides, Miroku had exhausted her before Sango had joined.
All three satisfied, they all moved to secure a position on the bed. Limbs entangling, the three squeezed together on the bed. Kagome ended smashed between the two. Miroku was pressed against her back, his arm draped over her chest, pulling her against him. Sango was in front, her legs locked with hers as she cuddled close. Kagome didn’t think on what had happened. Satisfied, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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Another chapter finished for your enjoyment. Next chapter is a return to the club and an introduction of a major character! Hope to see you then too!
As always, thanks for the reviews. I hope you will all continue to write them!
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Lemon warning. PWP warning.
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Kagome spent the next couple days reminiscing about her experience at the club. Nothing the three had spent the last hour there had come to fruition – yet. Now that she had been given proper time to contemplate all that was said, she was a little relieved that things seemed to have fallen through. It seemed like a fantastic idea when she was still high from the post-sex bliss. It was the return of her sensible mind that she questioned the notion of becoming Miroku’s sex friend. They had never come out and called it that, but it was essentially what it was. Great sex or not, Kagome was terrified about the implications. If something went sour, she could possibly lose one or both as friends. What if the casual nature of her relationship with Miroku turned into something more? As implausible as it seemed now, would it be in six months; a year?
It wasn’t all negative though, partly why she was so torn over the idea. That night with Miroku had been astonishing. Just thinking about it made her crave a repeat of the experience. It certainly released a lot of stress that had been building over the months. Kagome had slept better the past few nights than she had the entire year. That alone made the whole situation worth serious consideration. She hated to think of it like this, but it was a fast, fun, inexpensive, and effective way to relieve stress. Being the first in her family to ever go to college, her mother and grandfather were expecting a great deal from her. This was in addition to the already stressful environment of the school. Her high grades weren’t easy to come by, and she needed to keep them up. The moment her grade slipped, her scholarships would dry up and her college career would come to a screeching halt. Her most horrendous nightmare was being forced out of school and returning to the small temple her family lived in, defeated. Even with these things aside, the fantastic sex was a heavy enough pull towards acceptance.
Her pencil clattered to the table, her hands running up her cheeks and through her bangs as she sighed. “I just don’t know.” Leaning back in her chair, she stared up towards the ceiling, ignoring the open books sprawled out before her. Closing her eyes, she began arguing both sides again, trying to see if one would finally win out. Her schoolwork was forgotten for the moment. With the state she was in at the moment, forcing herself to do it would only bring negative results. Inside her mind, the two sides were using the same arguments they had been for the past couple days.
What’s the harm?
What if this causes a rift with one of them – or both? Is it really worth risking my friendship?
I need this. The stress is slowly killing me. Sleep has been rough the past couple months.
Remember when you hooked up with guys at parties? How great it seemed at the time? How awful it turned out?
Best. Sex. Ever.
The arguing went back and forth, neither side strong enough to force a definitive answer. Slowly, the mental argument faded, replaced by memories of the club. It was surprising how vivid they still were, meaning they had either shocked her into forever remembering them or she had been so excited she could never forget. She could almost smell the stench of sweat, sex, and alcohol in her room; the women and men making sounds of pleasure as they joined with total strangers; the look of joy on that young woman’s face as she struggled to please five men at once.
Growling, she ruffled her hair as her chair slammed back down onto all four legs. This was not the time to start having fantasies, not when she had so much work to do. She sat hunched forward over her books, pencil waving side to side in her hand. It was tedious work, trying to keep her wandering mind focused. No matter how many times she read the same several lines, her mind refused to comprehend. There wasn’t a lot of motivation to study when you had the overwhelming urge to masturbate. Even the idea of masturbation seemed inadequate. She had been doing that steadily for months now and she had still been wound up. Plus, masturbating now seemed so pitiful compared to the memory of the club. Resistance crumbling, she pushed away from the desk. Standing, she looked over at her bed and sighed. In the end, a pitiful release was better than no release at all. She set about preparing. With her blinds closed, she pulled out her small silver friend and set it on the stand next to her bed. It was slightly over 5 inches long and about an inch wide, hardly a substitute for Miroku. Sure it vibrated, but it was no substitution for the real thing. With a resigned sigh, Kagome pulled her hair back into a ponytail before releasing it as she flopped down on the bed. Popping her legs up onto the bed, she looked up at the ceiling as she collapsed back onto the pillow, thinking up a face she could use. She was in the middle of unbuttoning her jeans when the doorbell rang.
“You have to be shitting me.” Grumbling, she quickly rolled off the bed and exited her room. The door rang again as she hurried down the stairs. Navigating around the kitchen table, she hurried through the living room to the door. Without looking who it was, she pulled the door open.
“Hey Kagome,” Miroku said, hands full with plastic bags. He moved to enter the house, Kagome stepping aside to allow him.
“Miroku? What are you doing here?” She wasn’t used to seeing him here this early. Sango was still in class and would be for another forty minutes. Closing the door, she followed him as he walked towards the kitchen.
“Sango wanted me to pick up some groceries for her.” Kagome remembered that it was Sango’s turn to shop this week. He gave a quick glance over his shoulder as he walked. “I got a few things that weren’t on the list. I’m going to crash here this weekend and I wanted some things.”
“That’s fine.” She didn’t think too much about it. It wasn’t uncommon for him to stay here over the weekend. She had long since gotten used to the sounds he and Sango made at night. It was a trade-off for the cheap house; spacious, but old and with zero soundproofing. She could hear him shuffling things around in the kitchen. “Need any help?” she asked as she moved to the kitchen.
“Na, I only have a few things that need refrigerated. How is that paper going?”
“Terrible,” Kagome said, rubbing the top of her head. “I only have six pages done.”
“Ouch.”
“Yeah, I only have another six to go.”
Cabinets were opening and closing. “Damn papers seem to consume your entire day.”
“No kidding.” There was no way she was going to tell him that she had just been prepared to blow off the work for a half-hour or so. The noise from the kitchen stopped and Miroku reappeared, stretching his arms above him. Kagome suddenly had a flashback to his naked body standing before her for the first time, cock at attention. Throat tightening, she cleared her throat, looking away as she buried the memory.
He glanced over at the clock. “I’m a bit early, aren’t I?” He seemed obvious to her discomfort.
“You two going out tonight?” she asked, forcing herself to look back at him. Fortunately, she wasn’t getting any weird thoughts.
“Planning too.” His head tilted to the side as he looked at her. “You can come too if you want.”
She smiled, giving her head a small shake. “No thanks. I don’t want to be a third wheel.”
“I don’t know… there are some great perks to being a third wheel,” he said with a grin. It was clear to what he was eluding at.
Her heart was pounding in her chest. What they had talked about at the club may have faded, but it had not been forgotten. She suddenly found herself in the uncomfortable position of making a major decision. She was ill-prepared to make it now. Hell, she doubted she would be ready if she had a year to think about it. Would she go along with it? It didn’t have to all happen at once. They could slowly work up to things, one day at a time. Her other option was to end this before it got and farther. By his expression, he was openly testing things, seeing where Kagome stood.
“Oh really? Perhaps I need to take a look at these perks sometime,” she heard herself say. It took her a few seconds to realize she was smiling.
She could see Miroku loved her answer. Why wouldn’t he? She had just confirmed she was still interested. “You’ll love it. I promise you.”
Her smile widened. She wondered if she was doing a good job hiding her nervousness. “Can’t wait.”
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Sango had been completely forgotten. It started when Kagome asked Miroku to take a look at the paper she was working on. It was something he had done countless times before and a request Kagome hadn’t given a second thought to. In the past, Miroku would have teased her endlessly for catching sight of her vibrator on the bed stand. Things had changed. The line of simple friendship had been crossed at the club. He hadn’t teased her about the vibrator. Instead, he questioned why she was using it at all now that she had him. That was all it had taken for him to spread her legs. As her cries reverberated through her small room, deep within her she questioned whether she should have caved so quickly – hell, whether she should have caved at all.
He had thrown her legs over his shoulders, his cock reaching depths it normally couldn’t. She could feel her legs sway in the open air behind him as he slammed into her. Her entire body shuddered from the force of his thrusts. He leaned forward on her legs, trying to push himself as deep as he could. She clenched her legs together, squeezing his cock inside her.
“God damn,” he muttered, sweat running down his forehead. “You have the tightest pussy I’ve ever fucked.” His pace slowed as he struggled to keep himself from ending things prematurely. It was the last time any words were uttered. He lowered her legs back to on either side of him as they adopted a more traditional missionary position. With the excess pressure gone, he picked up his pace once more. Gripping the bedcovers, Kagome gasped and struggled to keep herself from being pushed into the headboard. Both their grunts and moans joined the creaking bed as it thumped rhythmically against the wall. Her eyes met his, silently pleading with him, urging him on. He happily obliged. A few more thrusts and Kagome hit her limit. Her hands clenched the covers painfully, her eyes squeezing shut as she squealed, her body rocking in orgasm. Miroku was only a few seconds behind her. He pulled out just in time to shoot several long streams onto her smooth stomach. He gasped loudly, his hand pumping furiously to ensure he shot every last drop onto her.
Chest heaving, Kagome stared up at the ceiling, the tension leaving her body as she enjoyed the bliss of the fading orgasm. Miroku had collapsed onto the bed beside her, his semi-erect cock pointing proudly out as it slowly shrank. Now that the immediate urge to sate her lust had faded, she began thinking about what had just transpired. This was no longer a fluke. She had just slept with Miroku, here, in her own bed. Her room was her sanctuary and he was the first to breach it. Not only that, they had just shared an intimate moment together. It was nothing romantic, but it was something more than friendship. It had just been the two of them. Sango hadn’t been there watching nor had they been surrounded by dozens of others happily going at it.
“Kagome?”
Her heart raced. “Hmm?” She hoped her nervousness wasn’t obvious.
“You’re okay with this, right?”
She took a few seconds to think about it. “Yeah.”
He sounded relieved. “Good. I really enjoy being with you.”
Kagome smiled. The statement didn’t make her as uncomfortable as she would have thought. “It’s fun.”
That was how Sango discovered them later, having more ‘fun.’ It nearly scared Kagome to death, seeing Sango’s figure suddenly at the door, a surprised look on her face.
“Sango…” Kagome breathed, panting heavily. She didn’t stop, her body repeatedly dropping itself on Miroku’s hard cock. Miroku’s hands gripped her ass tightly, giving him the leverage he needed to buck against her.
“Hey honey,” he said, his eyes transfixed by Kagome’s firm breasts as they did their small bounce motion. “Want to join?”
Sango crossed her arms, leaning against the doorframe. Kagome was still getting used to how casual Sango acted watching someone else with her boyfriend. “I take it we aren’t going out tonight?”
“Shit! That’s right!” There was a few seconds of silence, the only sound being the loud slapping of their skin meeting. “Let me finish up here and get cleaned up and we can—”
“No, it’s fine. We don’t have to go out tonight if you don’t want to.”
“You sure?”
“We were just going to end up doing this after dinner. We might as well save the money.”
While Miroku’s full attention was on Kagome, she was focused on Sango. Striding confidently into the dim bedroom, Sango started peeling off her clothes, joining Miroku’s and Kagome’s scattered pieces they had ripped off earlier. Kagome realized that she was about to experience her first threesome. A new sensation built up in her stomach, adding to her already racing heartbeat. Even though Sango had convinced her to try it the night of the club, the idea was still a bit frightening.
Completely nude, Sango slowly climbed onto the bed, now overcrowded. Her hands gently ran along Kagome’s skin, causing a tingling sensation to dance over her body. She disappeared from sight, sliding behind her. Neck tilting to the side, Kagome moaned as her friends lips pressed against her neck, tongue sliding playfully against her exposed skin. “I see this isn’t the first time tonight,” she whispered, hand running along Kagome’s stomach where Miroku’s cum had dried. With just the edges of her fingertips, Sango moved her hands up to support Kagome’s breasts, kneading them tenderly. “I just love how these fit so perfectly in my hands.” A yelp escaped her lips as Sango pinched her nipples teasingly. Suddenly, Sango’s warmth was gone, her hands withdrawing. She reappeared before her, a smile on her face as she positioned herself over Miroku’s head. He was expecting her, his mouth open, tongue sliding out to attack her slit. Closing her eyes, Sango’s lips parted slightly as Miroku worked. Still keeping a steady up-down pace, Kagome’s eyes slid down her friend’s nude body. The anxiety was fading, her mind focusing on the ecstasy sex created. Eyes opening, Sango leaned forward to surprise Kagome with a kiss. This was the second time she had shared such a serious kiss with another woman. Head tilted to the side, Kagome’s lips parted and her tongue joined with Sango’s. It was difficult to maintain the kiss while fucking Miroku and they had to break several times. She discovered that slowing her pace allowed them much easier access to one another.
Like Miroku had said earlier, Kagome found herself enjoying the experience. She found being with another woman wasn’t as awkward when there was a man involved. She didn’t hate the night she shared with Sango freshmen year, but there was a reason they never repeated it. Knowing Miroku wasn’t going to have enough energy left for a third time, the two girls went easy on him, always stopping when he got close. Lifting herself from Miroku’s cock, Kagome and Sango let Miroku get off his back. There was a clumsy repositioning as the three fumbled around the bed built for two. After finally settling down, Kagome found herself sitting against the wood headboard. Her legs were spread as widely as she could comfortably get them. Between them was Sango, her breasts smashed against the bedding. Her mouth and tongue attacked Kagome’s sensitive slit. Miroku towered over them both as he rammed himself against Sango’s raised ass. Each thrust he made pushed her against Kagome’s crotch. Kagome ran her hands along her body, teasing her erect nipples as she gasped for breath. She could feel Sango’s tongue probe her, teasing her clit. She couldn’t decide which she liked better, Sango or Miroku. Both were glorious in their own way. Hands sliding down her stomach, she pushed her fingers through Sango’s hair, head tipping back as she enjoyed Sango’s rhythmic licking. She glanced up to find Miroku eyeing her with a grin. His focus wasn’t on her eyes, but on her swaying breasts and where Sango was so diligently working. She felt her throat tighten, her breathing labored. Even though he was with Sango, Miroku was imagining that she was the one he was with. Oddly enough, Kagome wasn’t put off by the realization. In that moment, she decided to do something wild and encourage him. She lightly ran her fingers up her stomach and tickled her breasts. She could see Miroku’s gaze follow. While her left hand remained to softly massage her breast, her right continued to travel up. Lips parting, her tongue ran along her index finger as she slowly closed her lips around it. The corners of her mouth twisted up in a smile as their eyes met. Between her legs, Sango continued ignorant of the silent innuendo between Kagome and Miroku.
Before things could continue, Miroku reached his limit. His eyes were still locked with Kagome’s as he groaned. “I’m going to cum.”
“Go ahead,” Sango said, misinterpreting who his statement was directed at. It was clear to Kagome that he had been speaking to her. “It’s safe today.”
Still smiling, Kagome puckered her lips in a kiss. Grunting, Miroku froze inside Sango as he erupted. By now, Sango had stopped paying attention to Kagome, gasping nosily as his seed spilled inside her. Kagome didn’t mind being forgotten by her. While it had felt amazing, it wasn’t having the same effect on her Miroku had. Besides, Miroku had exhausted her before Sango had joined.
All three satisfied, they all moved to secure a position on the bed. Limbs entangling, the three squeezed together on the bed. Kagome ended smashed between the two. Miroku was pressed against her back, his arm draped over her chest, pulling her against him. Sango was in front, her legs locked with hers as she cuddled close. Kagome didn’t think on what had happened. Satisfied, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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Another chapter finished for your enjoyment. Next chapter is a return to the club and an introduction of a major character! Hope to see you then too!
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