Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Contract Labor - Lemons! ❯ Ch 26 Lemon ( Chapter 1 )

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Ch 26 Lemon

V 2.0

Coming to a halt at the edge of the first futon laying on the floor, Keitaro watched as Natsumi kicked the two sleeping pads next to each other. Seeing that Miyuki was standing off to the side with her arms crossed in front of herself and trembling slightly, he stepped up close to her. Given that she was only 10 cm shorter than he was, she did not have to look up very far to see his face looking down at hers. “Having second thoughts?” Keitaro asked.

Miyuki shook her head. “No… I want this. It scares me how much I want this.” Her eyes dropped from his eyes to his lips and back again. “It feels so good when you hold me close.” She leaned forward, her eyes drifting shut as her lips pressed against his again, her arms snaking around his waist to pull him against her.

“You're getting greedy again, Yuki-chan.” Keitaro's eyes flicked over to where Natsumi was standing before he did a double-take. She had not been idle while he and Miyuki had been talking, and was now standing off to the side, her fist on her cocked hip. The pose was made more enticing since she had taken off her t-shirt and cargo shorts, leaving her in a grey athletic bra and briefs. Her undergarments, while functional, still emphasized her trim defined body, highlighting her medium sized breasts and her faint six-pack abs.

Seeing that the couple was now looking at her, Natsumi smirked as she started toward them, her walk a sensual rolling hipped gait totally at odds with her normal confident stride. Stopping behind Miyuki, she put her hands on top of his on her waist. “Taro-kun, you don't mind me helping you undress Yuki-chan, do you?” Natsumi asked in a playful purr, feeling her partner shiver at the tone of her voice. Keitaro shook his head and Natsumi moved her hands to the hem of Miyuki's t-shirt, carefully pulling it upwards.

With Natsumi's hands on the front hem of the shirt and Keitaro's hands on the back hem, they were able easily pull the shirt up and over Miyuki's head. Her dark hair, worn loose once they got home that evening, cascaded free from the shirt and down her back, a sharp contrast against her pale skin and white lacy bra.

Seeing her partner blush at the sensation of having two sets of eyes on her in her state of undress, Natsumi's smirk got wider. With Miyuki trapped between the two of them, she reached around her and took hold of Keitaro's hands, guiding them to the front closure of Miyuki's shorts, undoing the button and drawing down the zipper. Moving Keitaro's hands to Miyuki's hips, she slid them downwards, causing the shorts to fall to the ground, revealing matching white lacy panties.

Stepping closer to her partner, Natsumi pressed herself against Miyuki's back, her hands on the other girl's stomach, feeling the trembling beneath the soft skin of her belly. “This is really turning you on, isn't it Yuki-chan? Having me and Taro-kun touch you, undress you, seeing you in your sexy underwear?” Leaning forward, she bit down softly on her earlobe, Miyuki moaning at the sensation.

“Yes… Na-chan…” Miyuki gasped as Natsumi started kissing and sucking on the side of her neck. “I want more… I want you to touch me more…”

Natsumi chuckled. “You really are a greedy little thing. All this fooling around tonight, and we're leaving Taro-kun over there all hot and bothered.” Keitaro was now standing a step away by the futon, watching the two girls clenched up tight against each other, his eyes tracing over their bodies.

Miyuki looked up and focused on the young man watching them. Feeling the heat in her lower belly increase at the look of want and desire on the young ronin's face, she carefully pulled free of her partner's arms and surged forward, running into Keitaro. His heel caught the edge of the futon and he fell backwards, landing on his back with a loud `umph' sound but with no injury, his eyes wide and fixed on the two girls standing over him.

Miyuki smiled shyly and slowly dropped to her knees, then her hands. Moving on all fours, presenting a lovely view of her breasts down the top of her bra, she came up besides Keitaro and slowly, carefully, leaned down and kissed him, sensuously exploring his mouth with her own. After a few moments, she broke the kiss and looked him right in the eye as she said in all seriousness, “Keitaro-kun… you're overdressed.” One of her hands drifted over to the front of his unbuttoned overshirt and started tugging it off, his own hands joining hers a moment later.

Once the shirt was off and tossed off to the side, Miyuki started tugging Keitaro's t-shirt free from his jeans. Pulling the shirt up to chest level, Miyuki paused and asked, “Do you need your glasses to see, Keitaro-kun?”

The Urashima shook his head. “I need them to read, but otherwise I can see well enough.”

Reaching over and slowly pulling the square-framed glasses from his face, Miyuki carefully tossed them on top of his discarded overshirt. Looking down at his now even younger looking face, she could not help herself and stole a brief kiss from his lips before she continued tugging his t-shirt upwards, finally pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side as well, leaving him bare-chested but with his jeans still on.

“Oh, Keitaro-kun…” Running her hands down Keitaro's chest, Miyuki was impressed. The young man had nowhere near a weightlifter's body, in fact he was rather slender. But the loose and layered clothing concealed a leanly muscular body, with little visible body fat. Leaning down to kiss him again, she paused when he spoke, a half smile on his face. “I think you're the one that's overdressed now, Yuki-chan.”

Miyuki looked down at herself then back up, a faux serious look on her face. “You're right! Perhaps you can help me with that?”

Keitaro did not verbally respond, but instead let his hands answer for him. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he gently pulled her over and down so that her face was just above his own before rising up slightly to kiss her. One hand stayed on her shoulder while the other slid down her back to where her bra's chest band was. Carefully tracing it, he was able to find the closure holding it together. Remembering an article he had read in a men's magazine, he thought to himself, `Now how did that trick go? Index and middle fingers holding the band on one side, thumb and ring finger on the other side of the hooks, bring the fingers together in a pinching motion…' With a tug the hooks disengaged and the closure opened, loosening the lacy garment.

Miyuki's eyes opened in surprise when she felt her bra slacken. She could feel one of Keitaro's hands on her shoulder and the other behind her back. Sometimes she had trouble unhooking her own bras and she had two hands to work with yet he was able to undo her bra with one hand? “What trick is this?” she asked.

Keitaro grinned at her. “An ancient martial arts technique… the One-Handed Bra Opening Jitsu. It's a beginner's technique, on the road to the ultimate skill… the No-Hands Fully Dressed Silky Darlings Liberation Jitsu!”

Goggling for a moment, Miyuki finally giggled at the outrageous statement. “A fan of Happosai, I'm guessing?”

“Not really. Just read the Ranma 1/2 mangas when I was younger.” The grin slipped off his face, heat now appearing in his eyes. “What I'm interested in now is the present I just unwrapped.” Both of Keitaro's hands were now on her shoulders, and they eased the straps down her arms, causing her bra to slip off, revealing medium sized breasts tipped with pink nipples. One of his hands moved over to cup one , and Miyuki gasped at the sensation of her hard nub rubbing against the slightly rough skin of his hand.

Enjoying the soft feel of her skin against his hand, he could see the nubs getting darker and harder. Overwhelmed by a sudden desire, Keitaro ducked his head and took one nipple into his mouth, softly nibbling and sucking on it.

“Ah! Ah! AH!” Miyuki cried out as the hot and wet sensation of his mouth caused electrical sensations to start ricocheting through her body. The sensation increased as Keitaro moved from one breast to the other, the now neglected nubbin rubbing against his cheek as he tilted his head and took the other into his mouth.

With all this happening, it was somewhat understandable that Keitaro and Miyuki forgot that there was someone else in the room with them. Also, the sensations that the darker haired girl was experiencing and the taste and feel of soft silky skin the young ronin was enjoying narrowed their attention as well. That explained why Keitaro did not really notice that someone had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and reached into his boxers until a strong yet decidedly feminine hand took his hardened shaft out and suddenly engulfed it with a hot, wet, sucking mouth.

“Oh FUCK!!!” Keitaro almost bellowed as his hips bucked involuntarily. Miyuki pulled away slightly when he shouted, which saved her from Keitaro's unconscious clenching of his teeth when he felt a hot tongue swirling around the head of his cock.

Moving away from the shuddering male, Miyuki looked down Keitaro's body to see Natsumi kneeling next to his hips, bobbing her head and sucking on his now raging hard-on. Her eyes were closed and there was a look of intense enjoyment on her face.

“Natsumi-chan! Give some warning next time, Keitaro-kun almost bit me by accident!” Miyuki scolded her partner.

The brown-haired girl raised her head, and let Keitaro's cock slide out of her mouth. Licking her lips, Natsumi pouted at the other girl. “Well, you and Taro-kun were so wrapped up in each other, and I was getting bored… I had to find something to do all by myself.” Looking down at the throbbing piece of hardened flesh still in her hand, she licked her lips again.”And he tastes *really* good too.” Quickly lowering her head again, she took him into her mouth again, only this time she experimented with different angles as she bobbed up and down, until finally she took a deep breath and pushed her head down on his prick, not stopping until her nose was against his wiry pubic hair and Keitaro did bellow, eyes wide open, at feeling the sensation of his cock halfway down her throat.

Sucking intensely for a handful of seconds, Natsumi finally pulled away and sat up, gasping for breath. “Damn, he hasn't come yet, even though I deep-throated him! Most guys would have popped off a couple seconds in! I think we picked a winner here!” she grinned at her compatriot. “And it really is like riding a bike, once you learn you never forget!”

Looking at Miyuki and seeing the blush on her face start to extend down to her chest, Natsumi decided to give her partner something to really blush about. Reaching over, she pulled her over so they were pressed front-to-front and kissed her hard on the mouth, immediately plunging her tongue in her mouth. Hearing Miyuki moan at the invasion, she sinuously rubbed her tongue against the other girl's, transferring the last bit of essence of male musk in her mouth so that she could taste it as well.

Breaking the kiss, Natsumi looked at her best friend with a smile on her face. “Tastes good, doesn't he?” Miyuki nodded silently, blush still on her face. “I know where we can get more,” Natsumi said in a sing-song voice, looking down at the male beside them, Miyuki followed her gaze and saw that Keitaro was looking up at them, still wide-eyed, his hard-on hard and hot for them after seeing them engage in such a steamy kiss.

“Oh…Okay. But finish getting undressed first.” Miyuki glanced at Natsumi and saw that she was still wearing her sports bra and briefs.

“No problem!” Grinning like a maniac… or a sex fiend, which may actually be more accurate, Natsumi stood and yanked her sports bra up and over her head, cause her breasts to bounce free, drawing Keitaro's appreciative eyes. No longer confined by the elastic fabric, her breasts now looked larger, slightly bigger than her partner, capped with light brown areola and tipped with hardened nipples. Her hands then dropped to her hips and pushed her briefs down her legs to pool at her feet, revealing that the brown haired girl preferred to be clean shaven down below.

Stepping up to Miyuki, the more aggressive girl pulled her up into a tight hug. Dropping her hands to her compact ass, Natsumi fondled the firm muscle, hearing the other girl moan at her touch. Moving her hands to her sides, she pushed the white lace panties down until they slid down to puddle on the floor, exposing a carefully trimmed patch of black hair.

Turning so that the two girls were pressed against each other yet theirs sides were toward Keitaro, Natsumi ran her hand down her side before she slapped her own rear, the loud smack almost echoing in the room even as the flesh barely jiggled. “I have a really tight, solid ass, Taro-kun, but I still love playing with Yuki-chan's butt. It's so soft and silky and firm. It's feels like a really good pillow when I rest my head on it when she lays on her stomach. It would be sooo comfortable to sleep on… if she didn't make me so horny.”

Slowly pulling away from Miyuki, Natsumi dropped to her knees and pulled the other girl down with her. Quickly swiveling around so that they were on either side of his hips, they made rapid work of removing Keitaro's jeans and boxers, leaving him wearing only white athletic socks.

“I hope you don't mind,” Natsumi's voice had dropped into a sultry purr, “but I promised Yuki-chan earlier I would show her how to do something. It won't take very long, and then you can take care of us good and proper.” Seeing Keitaro nod, she turned toward her dark haired friend and smirked. “This class is now in session, the course title is `Basic and Intermediate Cocksucking for Beginners'. The Urashima's eyes widened.

The next ten minutes were the most torturous yet exquisite in Keitaro Urashima's life. Natsumi had not been kidding; she was teaching Miyuki almost everything she knew about how to suck a man's cock and give him as much pleasure as possible, without letting him finish until the girl wanted to. Licking, nibbling, tonguing, sucking, and bobbing were all covered, along with how to use them and how to combine them. Each technique was shown by the instructor, and then copied by the student, done under her demanding eye until the sensei was satisfied. By some miracle, and the mental recitation of some complicated trigonometry formulas, Keitaro did not blow his load all over them, but it was a close thing. By the end of the instruction period he was a sweaty groaning mess, propped up on his elbows so that he could see them work, because as intense as it was to have all that done to him, not seeing it happen or seeing it coming would have made him lose control. About the only thing that Natsumi did not cover was deep-throating, because they required some specific training they did not have time to do.

Finally the two girls were kissing each other, only the head of his cock was between them. Their lips and tongues were sliding around the purplish head, licking and sucking on each other and on Keitaro, who by this time was sweating bullets and lightly panting from the strain. But at last, the two girls broke away and then really looked at him.

“Oh gods, I'm sorry Taro-kun, I didn't mean for you to suffer like that.” Natsumi looked genuinely upset. She then looked over at the darker haired girl and said, “Yuki-chan, I think I need to be the first one up, in this state Taro-kun might be too rough for you.”

Miyuki nodded in agreement. “I'm afraid you may be right, Natsumi-chan. We will have to make it up to him,” She looked over at Keitaro, who was looking at them but did not say anything. Leaning forward, she kissed him before she rubbed her face against his cheek. “We've been terribly selfish, Keitaro-kun, please satisfy yourself now.”

Swinging her leg over his hip, Natsumi positioned herself over Keitaro, her now dripping lower lips lightly rubbing against the head of his raging cock, causing him to moan from the sensation. Moving slowly, the brown-haired girl started to slide down, the tip of his hard-on pressing into her opening before popping in, causing them both to gasp. After a few moments, she continued to move downwards, moaning loudly as the rigid shaft of flesh spread her open, filling her in a way that no toy or fingers ever could. Keitaro clenched his hands on the futon as tried to keep from losing control as his prick was surrounded by hot, wet, tight girl.

After finally hitting bottom, Natsumi threw her head back and shuddered, the sensation of being filled like that almost driving her out of her mind. Staying motionless on top of the groaning man beneath her, she looked over to the side to see Miyuki kneeling beside her, one hand touching her lips with her eyes wide… while the other was at her breast, unconsciously rubbing at the hardened nipple.

Looking down at Keitaro, she could see that his eyes had an almost crazed look to them, as though he was barely holding himself back. Instinctively knowing what he wanted and needed, she raised herself up a few inches before slamming back down, a cry being torn from her throat as the tip of his cock hit bottom inside of her, pleasure sparking throughout her body. Instantly wanting more of that, she started to bounce up and down on him, each thrust making her cry out as pleasure started to whirl through her body.

Keitaro was doing his best to hold it together, but this she-devil was threatening to drive him insane. Each bounce caused her to tighten up, the muscles of her belly and hips squeezing and massaging his hard-on. And then as she slid up, it felt as though she was clenching, trying to milk him for whatever he had to give. His hands unconsciously moved to her hips, pulling her down instinctively as the most pleasure he felt was when he was buried deep inside her clenching depths.

Natsumi was now moaning as she moved, the heat in her belly grown to where it felt like it was burning behind her breastbone. She started slamming down harder and harder, causing the floor beneath the futon to start to creak.

Suddenly, the hands on her hips locked her in place, bringing her to a halt. Her eyes locked onto Keitaro's face, silently asking why he stopped her.

“You're pounding me… through the floor… literally. Have to… do something… different.” Keitaro gasped out.

Natsumi stared at him for a moment before giving a jerky nod. Rising up from his hips with a groan at the now empty feeling inside of her, she rolled to the side, winding up on her back. After a few moment's rest, she rolled again, now winding up on her hands and knees.

Looking over at Keitaro, who was staring at her sweat-gleaming body, she looked him in the eye and growled out, “Fuck me like this, as hard as you want, I can take it.”

Not needing to be told twice, Keitaro scrambled up onto his knees and moved behind the panting girl. She had now dropped from her hands to her elbows, leaving her butt up in the air.

Looking down at her rear, Keitaro could not help but agree with her earlier statement; Natsumi had a really tight, solid ass. Running his hand up her hips as he moved up next to her, the muscles under the shining skin were almost as hard as rocks.

Shuffling up on his knees behind her, he carefully lined up his cock with her pink dripping opening and slowly pushed in, the two of them groaning in unison at the sensation. Keitaro held still for a long moment, feeling the interior muscles clenching and twisting around him, until Natsumi pushed back with her hips and growled, “I said fuck me, hard!”

Taking her at her word, Keitaro started to pound into Natsumi, each thrust producing a slapping sound as his hips hit her butt. The head of his cock was still hitting bottom with each push, but now it was rubbing against the front of her vaginal wall, producing sensations that Natsumi was enjoying, if the gasps and groans she was producing were any indication.

Natsumi was now the one in trouble. She had a hard time finding men who could keep up with her, both physically and sexually, but now Keitaro Urashima was hitting all the right buttons, figuratively and literally. It had felt fantastic when she had been bouncing up and down on his rigid cock, but now that he was doing her from behind, his prick was stimulating her G-spot as well as hitting her cervix. It was all she could do to clench her teeth to keep from screaming out loud. And she did not know how long she could hold out.

Pounding away in a slow hard rhythm, Keitaro was gasping from the sensations. Every thrust produced a counter-thrust of Natsumi's hips; every bottoming out resulted in a clenching spasm. He was starting to get a little tired, but if he had any choice, he would do this all night.

Looking down at Natsumi's back, he could see the sides of her breasts swinging with each thrust. Realizing that he had not explored that part of her yet, he decided to do something about it.

Her head bowed down, her fists turning white, Natsumi was groaning, trying not to lose her mind. All she could think about was his cock; all she wanted was to come, to come so hard that she would forget her name. So she was more than a little surprised when two hands reached under her arms and pulled her back to where she was straddling Keitaro in reverse, both of them facing the same direction, his hands now squeezing and fondling her breasts, his fingers twisting and pulling her hard nipples…

Keitaro almost got his nose broken as Natsumi threw her head back, a stifled scream escaping from her clenched teeth. She grasped his hands with hers, and slammed herself down on his thighs, causing him to groan from the strain on his leg muscles. He held still and saw her turn her face to him, and snarl, “I just want you to fuck me, nothing more, just fuck me as hard and as fast as you can, I can't take much more of this!” Keitaro nodded and carefully lowered her to her previous position on her knees and elbows, and then did as she ordered.

This time Natsumi could not help it; she screamed as Keitaro started to really pound into her, at about two thrusts a seconds, each thrust almost pushing her along the floor. The sensations increased, but she wanted more, so she cried out, “Harder!!! Faster!!!” And to her shock it happened, Keitaro actually doubled his speed, it was now four thrusts a second.

Deep inside her mind, Natsumi knew that the only way Keitaro could do this was with chi enhancement, that he would not be able to sustain this speed for long. But now she was so close, it would not take much more, the edge of the waterfall was rushing toward her, and the only thing she wanted in that moment was to go over it.

“Gonna come, Natsu-chan! Can't hold it!!!” Keitaro groaned, his arms dropping on either side of her, his mouth now next to her ear.

“Do it!!! Come inside me!!! Fill me up!!!” Natsumi would have said more, but three things happened, one right after the other;

With a loud groan Keitaro shot off inside of Natsumi, hot streamers of come filling her belly;

Natsumi screaming out long and hard, feeling nothing but hot fluid filling her and the massive convulsions racking her body. She did not even feel a pillow slamming up against her face in the middle of her sustained scream, it was that intense;

Both Keitaro and Natsumi falling to the floor, still connected, still convulsing, until they both blacked out.

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Keitaro slowly opened his eyes and blinked a couple times. He could feel that he was on his back and he was looking at the ceiling, but it did not look familiar. He could feel a cool draft across his entire body, and after a moment he tensed in realization; he was naked, he was in a strange room, and he was feeling sore and sticky. “Please Kami-sama, don't let it be that Kanako-chan drugged me, dragged me to her room, and finally had her way with me,” he prayed to himself. He would have thought she would have tied him to a bed before she would have drugged him, since she had recently taken a disturbing interest in shibari and presumably wanted him to be awake when she `consummated their relationship', but his limbs were free, and under his sore muscles, he could feel a totally relaxing lassitude, where he did *not* want to move, even though he was free to do so.

Thinking this, and blinking his eyes repeatedly while staring at the ceiling Keitaro started hearing strange sounds, soft whimpers and moans, come off to the side. After a few moment, he finally turned his head toward the direction the sounds were coming from and got another shock: there were two nude women laying a short distance away from him, with one on her back with her knees up and her legs spread, and another laying on her stomach between the first one's legs, her face at the apex of her thighs. One arm was wrapped around a leg, while the other arm and hand was close to the second woman's face, presumably manually as well as orally stimulating the first woman.

As Keitaro watched in disbelief, he could hear light slurping and sucking sounds come from between the thighs of the first girl. She slowly started to writhe and shiver as the sounds got louder and more rapid, and when Keitaro looked up at the first girl's face, he was surprised to see that her eyes were closed and her face relaxed even as the rest of her body was reacting, looking as though she was asleep. With a jolt, he recognized her as Natsumi, and looking down at the second girl, he could see long black hair that matched Miyuki's.

Suddenly, Natsumi jerked once, twice, three times and gave a long shiver before totally relaxing, her head lolling toward Keitaro, still appearing to be asleep. The other girl scooted back and came up on her knees, showing that it was indeed Miyuki. She licked her lips before bringing her hand up and licking her fingers clean as she glanced to the side and saw that Keitaro was looking at her. “Oh, Keitaro-kun! I didn't know you were awake,” she said in a low voice, a blush appearing on her face and reaching down to her chest.

Having an even half dozen questions pop up in his mind, Keitaro decided to go with the most innocuous one, since his memories were returning of what had happened earlier that evening. “What time is it, Miyuki-chan?” he asked as he sat up and propped himself on one arm.

Looking over to an alarm clock nearby, Miyuki replied, “A little past ten pm. Are you feeling alright, Keitaro-kun? You were asleep for half an hour.”

“I'm fine. I'm feeling great, even.” Even though his tone was on the edge of sarcastic, Keitaro was telling the truth. His moving about had taken the edge off his mellow feeling, but he was feeling better than he had in months, from before his fight at the train station and the results of his Todai exam. “The question is, how are you feeling? If I remember correctly, you're the only one tonight that hasn't finished.” Inside his mind, he was surprised he was speaking so freely with a woman about sex, but considering all the things they had done that night, there was not much to be embarrassed about.

“It's alright, I understand what happened with you and Natsumi-chan. We really did take you too far when Natsumi-chan gave me her…lessons.” Miyuki looked off to the side, her blush returning. “I am willing to take care of things on my own if I have to.”

“No, that's not ok, Miyuki-chan.” Keitaro rolled up to his knees and moved toward the dark haired girl. “A gentleman always makes sure a lady comes first,” he half smiled at the double entendre. Reaching under her chin with his hand, he lifted her face so she was eye to eye with him. “Do you want more to take place tonight, Yuki-chan? Do you want me to be with you, with you alone?”

“Yes…” Moving forward, Miyuki pressed herself against Keitaro, her face tucked against his neck. “You make me feel so good when you touch me, and when we're like this, I can feel something deep inside me… I want to feel you fill me up,” she whispered as she kissed the side of his throat.

Just as Keitaro was about to duck his head down to kiss the lovely dark haired angel in his arms, a sudden thought brought him to a halt. Actually, two thoughts linked together. “Um, Miyuki-chan, do you have a phone I can borrow? Hopefully one that you can block the number from showing on the receiving phone?”

“Yes, of course. I can reset my mobile phone to not show its number. Why do you ask?” Miyuki asked curiously as she pulled back slightly to look up at him.

“Well, first off, I don't want to be presumptuous, but I am spending the night here, yes?” Keitaro saw her nod, curiosity still on her face. “I need to call my family to let them I'm not coming home tonight, but I don't want my little sister to know your number. She's a little overprotective about me,” he mentally rolled his eyes over that understatement, “and she might start calling repeatedly or crack and trace the number and wind up pounding on your door.”

“You're joking.” Miyuki was looking wide-eyed at him. She saw him shake his head, and then she rocked back and up onto her feet. “Do you want something to drink, Keitaro-kun?”

“Some water please.” Keitaro saw her smile and walk away from him, her lovely rear swinging back and forth, so he turned and looked around the room. The sleeping area was maybe a third of the size of the living area, with two futon mats, a nightstand, and two separate dressers and armoires taking up most of the space. Moving over to where his clothes were laying, he quickly gathered them up and folded them into a neat pile, his glasses on top, and placed them off to the side.

Glancing over at Natsumi, he saw that she was still sleeping, now making little whistling sounds as she breathed in and out. Smiling softly to himself, he picked up a light blanket and covered her with it. She was completely on one of the two futons, so he pulled the empty one away to its previous position and was getting ready to sit down when Miyuki returned, a mobile phone in one hand and a liter bottle of water in the other. Smiling, she offered the bottle to Keitaro, who gratefully took it, uncapped it, and downed two thirds of it in less than a minute.

Setting the bottle off to the side, he took the mobile phone and keyed his home number into it. Before he hit `send' he looked at Miyuki and asked, “The number is blocked, right?” Once she nodded, he hit the button and brought the phone up, but held it a few centimeters away from his ear, the ringing audible from the earpiece. Miyuki looked at him strangely, but his actions were explained as after the second ring, a shouted `Onii-chan!' was heard from the phone.

Carefully putting the phone to his ear, Keitaro spoke into it. “Kana-chan, can I speak to Tou-san, please?” After some inaudible buzzing, Keitaro spoke again, “I need to talk to him first, Kana-chan.” Some more buzzing. “I'm at a friend's apartment. I'm going to spend the night here.” Some louder buzzing. “Kanako, if you don't pass Tou-san to me right now, when I do get home I'm going to tell him exactly why I wasn't able to talk to him, and he *won't* be happy.” Some lower buzzing now. “I'll be fine, they just can't drive right now, and they offered me a place to crash.” Loud buzzing again. “No, I'm not drunk. Now let me talk to Tou-san, right now,” Keitaro almost growled.

After a few moments, he spoke again. “Hi Tou-san, sorry to be calling so late. I'm at some friends' apartment, we were celebrating and they're not good to drive right now, so they offered to let me stay over.” A few moments passed. “No, I'm not drunk.” A few more moments. “I had just a sip of sake and a sip of wine and that's it,” Keitaro grinned at Miyuki, who smiled back. “Actually, they're the instructors that Seta-sensei arranged for me, I completed my training and they invited me to dinner.” A few moments more. “I don't think I should tell you that right now, there are other ears listening right now, I'm sure you know who I'm talking about. You don't need me there tonight, do you?” A short pause. “I should be home by noon tomorrow at the latest. If you need to talk to me before that, have Aunt Haruka call Seta-sensei, she has his number.” Keitaro didn't want his parents to have the two girls or Seta's number, as Kanako would get her hands on it a short time later. And as… intense… as Kanako got sometimes, without a vehicle of her own she was not about to travel across Metro Tokyo to the Hinata-sou where Haruka lived to get Seta's number… he hoped.

“Sorry to be all this bother to you Tou-san.” Another pause. “Tell Kaa-san and Kana-chan good night for me.” One last pause. “Thank you and good night, Tou-san.” Keitaro pulled the mobile phone away from his ear, a squawk cutting off as he hit the `end' button.

Looking over at Miyuki and passing the phone back to her, Keitaro smiled sheepishly. “You have any siblings, Miyuki-chan?” She shook her head. “They can be a blessing and a curse, sometimes at the same time.” She smiled back at him but didn't say anything as she put the mobile on the dresser before she stepped back to him. Wordlessly putting one hand behind his head and pulling down, she kissed him hard on the mouth.

“One more question, Miyuki-chan.” The dark haired girl let him pull away, but she did not look happy about it. “Why were you doing that with Natsumi-chan?” Keitaro jerked his head toward the slumbering brown haired girl. “She's asleep, so she's not really enjoying it the way she would if she was awake.”

In addition to the blush that reappeared on Miyuki's face, there was now some embarrassment as well. “Well, I really liked your taste when Natsumi-chan was teaching me how to…” Her voice trailed off and she saw that he nodded to show that he understood what she was referring to. “After you two finished, I saw that your come was starting to leak out of her when I was going to cover her. I wiped some of it up with my finger and tasted it, and it was better than just sucking you tasted. But most of it was inside of her, and after I used my fingers to get the rest that had come out, I wanted more, so I started licking and sucking on her to get the rest of it. I've done it before to her, so it was no bother, but I am a little miffed that I was not able to wake her up doing it. It's almost as bad as when I lost that orgasm race with her.”

“Orgasm race?” Keitaro had certainly not heard of something like that.

“Natsumi-chan is really hard to wake up in the mornings sometimes, so I have to come up with new ways to get her up. Last week she was really out of it, and I was really… horny… so I started doing that to her to wake her up. Even half asleep, she grabbed me and started to do the same to me at the same time, and she made me finish first. So she claimed a prize because she had `won the race' and made me let her drive my car.” The blush was fading on her face, but the slight embarrassment stayed.

“That was earlier this week, wasn't it? When you picked me up late from the train station?” Keitaro asked in surprise.

“Yes. We also had to go pick up the carbine from the SAT armory, so that contributed,” Miyuki said seriously. “If it was just us fooling around, we would have been on time; I factor `together time' into when I wake up Natsumi-chan.” Stepping up to Keitaro, she looked up at him. “But now talking about this has gotten me all… horny… again. You were going to help me with that, right?”

Wrapping his arms around the nude girl, Keitaro could feel the heat radiating from her body as she pressed herself against him and kissed him. Her tongue lanced into his mouth, and he could taste some kind of mint, she must have drank something and ate a breath mint before coming back to the bedroom. He mentally gave a sigh of relief; he was not going to refuse to kiss Miyuki because she had his taste in her mouth, but it was not something he was looking forward to doing either.

Sliding his hands down from her waist to her butt, he squeezed the soft yet firm muscle and felt her moan into his mouth. Natsumi had the more solid ass, but Miyuki's rear was nothing to be ashamed of either. Moving down to where her butt met her thighs, he gripped her firmly and pulled her against him, his now hard cock rubbing against her soft belly and causing her to moan again.

“Keitaro-kun… please, I want you now… I'm been waiting all night, don't make me wait anymore.” Miyuki's large brown eyes were growing cloudy with lust.

Carefully lowering her to the futon, Keitaro knelt between her spread legs. This night had been his first time having sex with a girl, and most of his knowledge had come from various hentai stories he had read. It had worked so far, if Natsumi's reactions had anything to say about it, but he wanted to make sure that Miyuki had a good time as well, and he knew that he could not be as rough with the darker haired girl as he had been with the more physically built brown haired girl.

Deciding to be cautious for now, at least until he was reasonably sure he was not about to hurt her, Keitaro leaned down and kissed her, a light non-tongue kiss that none the less left her panting. Tracing the edge of her jaw, he kissed his way down her neck down to where it joined with her shoulder and bit down gently, causing her to gasp and shudder slightly.

Moving down from her shoulder, Keitaro was now even with her very lovely breasts. Natsumi's were larger to be sure, but Miyuki's were perfectly formed and tipped with very eye-catching pink areola and nipples, one of which he took into his mouth to lightly suck and nibble on. Miyuki cried out at that sensation, moaning and whimpering as he moved from one to the other, never leaving one neglected for long, his hand caressing the one his mouth was not on. Finally, he pushed her breasts together, and he was able to suck on both nipples at once, causing the dark haired girl to moan loudly.

Glancing over toward Natsumi and seeing that she was still asleep, Keitaro started moving downwards, licking his way down Miyuki's stomach, until he reached the edge of her neatly trimmed very fine pubic hair. Lifting his face and pulling back slightly, his eyes were level with her folds, and given his somewhat limited experience, all systems looked to be `Go!' The labia itself was hairless, and the lips were slightly parted, revealing a dark pink and moist interior with a hardened nub peaking out at the top of the folds.

Deciding to start slowly, Keitaro took a slow lick from the bottom to the top, giving a slight flick to the nub at the top. The taste was not something he was familiar with, but it was something that he knew he could grow to enjoy, especially given Miyuki's reaction of a barely muffled shout and a full body shudder. Looking up at her face, he could see that she was biting her hand at the base of her thumb, trying to stifle her cries, so he decided to leave off with directly touching her nub, since he didn't want her to almost scream the building down like her partner did earlier.

Moving his hand up and using his fingers to part her lips, Keitaro began to carefully lick with the tip of his tongue, first the edges of her lips, then the inner folds, then the actual opening itself. Miyuki was twitching and moaning during his exploration, but it was not until he had extended his tongue as far as he could into her canal and swirled it around that she gave another muffled shriek. She then reached down with her hands and pushed his head back, tilting it so he could see the look on her face, which could only be described one way: desperate.

“Now, Taro-kun, right now, I need you in me…” Miyuki was panting slightly as she spoke. “If you don't put that hard cock inside me, I'll knock you over and do it myself!”

Keitaro smiled gently before sliding his way up her body. “No need for that, Yuki-chan,” he said as he moved into position. Adjusting his hard-on so it was against her parted moist folds, he looked up and asked, “Ready?” and at seeing her determined nod, started to push into her. It took him a moment to get the head in because she was tight, more so than he expected.

“This isn't your first time with a guy, is it?” Keitaro asked with some concern. Given that it appeared that Miyuki and Natsumi were involved in at least a girl/girl relationship with each other, and that they appeared to like guys to some extent, he would have thought that meant that Miyuki had been with a man sometime in her life.

“No… It's just been a long time since I've been with a man, and I'm not used to having someone as big as you in me.” Miyuki was laying back, gasping as Keitaro was poised above her. “Please, put it in, put it all in…”

Pushing slowly but firmly, it took almost a minute for Keitaro to get his cock all the way into the moaning girl beneath him. And as soon as he hit bottom, the tip of his shaft rubbing up against her cervix, Miyuki wrapped her legs around Keitaro's thighs, holding him pressed inside of her, slowly tossing her head and her long black hair back and forth from the sensation of being completely, utterly filled.

“Keitaro…” whimpered Miyuki, her eyes fixing on his, “I feel so full, so complete…”

The young ronin was trying his damnest not to lose control. Natsumi had been tight, but that was more a function of her muscle control and strength gripping him. Miyuki was tighter because she was more slender than her partner and had less give, plus she was doing everything she could to hold him inside her, including clenching her inner muscles. “Damn, Miyuki, you feel good too.” Keitaro tried to start moving, but her legs were holding him in place. “Yuki-chan, you need to loosen you legs some, I can't move otherwise.”

“No…” the dark haired girl complained, “you feel so good like this…”

“It can feel better, I promise you.” Keitaro was not quite sure in making promises he was might not be able to keep, but he was reasonably sure about this. After a few moments however, Miyuki relaxed her legs enough so that he could start to move back and forth, but still have him trapped inside of her.

“Oh…oh… OH…!” Miyuki was moaning again as he stroked in and out of the lovely girl. Her hips were rising up to meet his, and her hands were lightly scratching at his shoulders. Her eyes had lost focus, as she was concentrating on the feelings building up inside of her, growing from her lower belly to her chest and now even to her mind, the feelings that were going to sweep her away, the sensations that felt like they were going to tear her apart, and she did not care.

“Miyuki… there's something I want to try, I'm sure you'll like it.” Keitaro was holding himself back because he didn't want to hurt her but he wanted to get off too, and ten minutes of slow stroking was getting to be too much for him. “Trust me, OK?” The dark haired girl nodded. “Loosen your legs for me.” After a few moments, she did so. Taking one leg in hand, he lifted it to where the leg was almost at a 90 degree angle in the air, then he lowered it onto his shoulder, her foot next to his ear. He then repeated the move with the opposite leg, so she was now effectively laying on her back only, her butt suspended in mid-air above the mat, his hips and his hard prick holding her hips there, as well as her heels hooked over his shoulders. Miyuki started to cry out louder, and the tightness Keitaro was feeling as he moved was better, but he was getting anxious to finish. So he moved her right leg to his left shoulder, so both legs were next to each other, and leaned forward, so Miiyuki was essentially bent at the waist, his cock now sliding in and out of a much tighter girl.

Wailing, Miyuki started to shudder, convulsions running through the length of her body, her inner muscles gripping down, trying to milk him and succeeding, as after a few moments later of this torment, Keitaro groaned and came hard inside of her, his hot fluid in her belly causing her orgasm to last longer, her eyes wide open and her pupils dilating from the release of tension.

After the two stopped moving, they stayed in the same position for half a minute before Keitaro clumsily but carefully slid her legs down, and as a result pulled out of Miyuki, producing a moan of disappointment from her. Reaching over, she grabbed him before he was able completely lie down and pulled him next to her, wrapping an arm and a leg around him.

“Next time don't pull out until I tell you to, you still felt so good after you finished in me. As much as your come feels good in me, it's better when your cock is inside too,” she murmured in his ear.

“Next time?” With the wave of good feelings, lassitude, and tiredness that swept him, he really should be going to sleep, but the idea of a next time was something that had latched onto him, since he was thinking that this was more along the lines of a one-off.

“What makes you think we're going to let you go, Taro-kun?” Another nude female body pressed up behind him. “Like I said, we picked us a winner, and we're going to get the most of you we can.” Natsumi tossed her blanket over all three of them and snuggled up to him. “Time to sleep, lover, we'll talk in the morning.” Keitaro could not really argue with that, so he closed his eyes and let sleep claim him, the two girls already on the way there.

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