Tsubasa Chronicle Fan Fiction ❯ Fruity Flavours: A Collection of Short Lemons ❯ Cheesecake Factory ( Chapter 1 )

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Fruity Flavours- A Collection of Short Lemons

Mixed bag of Sakura/Syaoran-central lemony-like snippets, ranging from solos to groups, various pairings, across different countries/dimensions. 1st, SakuraxSyaoranxYuzurihaxSôma

1- Cheesecake Factory

Country/setting; Outo, Cat's Eye Café
Characters; Sakura x Syaoran x Yuzuriha x Sôma
Summary; Fai made Syaoran some cheesecake, and it seems the meddling magician laced it with something that's given Syaoran the sexual capacity of a rutting rhino.

Usual warnings. Don't read this if you're offended by sexual content. All characters are aged 16 and above, and I'd like to apologize in advance for, amongst other things, Sôma's uncharacteristic behaviour.

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Sakura's thin, delicate fingers clasped the ruffled collar of Syaoran's white shirt as she persistently fought her way past his clenched teeth with her tongue, pressed and squashed her cute little bust against his chest in a move that tantalised all the warm working muscles in his and her own body, and stepped a sexy bare leg over his thighs with all the intent to straddle and tame this voracious beast. The hands that were firmer and rougher than her own slid up underneath her short waitress skirt, cupped her buttocks like a couple of freshly baked bread loaves and gave them one of those quality-approving squeezes, and yanked hard on the material to tighten against the chubby lips of her sodden crotch.

The erotic moan in reaction to this arousing action earned its place amongst the greatest and most soul-shuddering, and the über cute way she curled her toes and tucked the insteps of her feet up onto his knees to give herself greater elevation above him for the sole purpose of being able to cradle his head back in her hands and kiss down on him like a fallen angel enraged the hefty bulk in his smart trousers further. Saliva dribbled from the corners of their mouths, run down the side of his neck alongside all the sweat, and mixed in with the saltiness of his skin for when she occasionally broke away to nip, lick and suckle into his neck.

Syaoran didn't know why he suddenly turned on Sakura like this, or why she went along with it. Sexual urges suddenly exploded in a few colourful seconds like a Chinese firework display, he grabbed Sakura and hoisted her onto his lap on a chair, and they were all over each other... something to do with that suspicious but otherwise delicious slice of home baked apple and blackcurrant crumble cheesecake Fai said he'd made 'specially for him', perhaps? Obviously he'd broken it, what with a thought that a little taster beforehand couldn't hurt, but it could explain why he was instructed to eat it when he and Sakura were both alone in his room.

Whatever it was, there wasn't anything that could stop them now they were away with it. Not even the fact they're supposed to be looking after the Cat's Eye whilst that meddling magician and sword-master Kurogane were out for the night, and they had a couple ignored customers in-store at that exact time.

Nekoi Yuzuriha and Sôma stood aside, gobsmacked to say the least, as the pair carried on as if they were in their own little world. Luckily they were the only ones here, otherwise who knows what would've happened?

You could probably guess. It's what Yuzuriha and Sôma were about to do.

"Uh... I know this is going to sound kinda awkward," Yuzuriha coughed with an obvious tint of red to her cheeks. "But I really want to join in with them."

"I understand where you're coming from," Not even Sôma could avert her beautiful sharp eyes, or keep the foreign colour off her tanned cheeks. "First, we'll shut the front door and stick up the 'closed' sign. Then, we'll help them out..."

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Syaoran rasped and groaned like a tortured soul of the underworld, the sweat profusely dripping from every possible pore on his taut body. No longer sitting on a chair with Sakura on his lap, he was on the floor surrounded by Sakura and the two Oni hunters he'd met just yesterday. He hadn't the capacity to understand anything, especially why neither he nor Sakura managed to stop and say 'whoa, hold up! What do you two think you're doing, coming over here and joining in with our private albeit publically displayed affection?'

Yuzuriha looked to Syaoran, cheekily stuck out her tongue, and imitated the position Sakura had unconsciously placed herself in at the moment; on all fours, with her cute, skinny little arse staring Syaoran practically right in the face. Her Japanese schoolgirl-skirt was already cut low enough, but when she got down, it rode higher and showed off her childish yet super-tight teddy-print knickers like an electronic billboard. The cameltoes created by her pudgy baby-fat labias made you want to just poke your fingers in to make the moist lips squidge, and take a bite into them like they were a soft, juice-trickling strawberry.

"Ah, so here we are," Sôma wet up her already moist lips as she 'levered' the eight-inch long shaft out his trousers, clasping it in marvel of the emanating heat on her palms, and darted her gaze quickly between the awestruck faces of Yuzuriha and Sakura. "Admittedly, I've never really seen one of these... have either of you two?"

After she asked, she found herself sucking back an unexpected flood of drool that built up on her tongue.

"Ahh," Sakura managed to squeak, but that was about it. Her small fingers reached, and gently patted the bulky head with her fingertips like she were testing to see how hot it really was before getting a proper grip on it. Her thumb settled on the very tip after it discovered something drippy, something quite sticky and smooth, and something that called for a further, thorough investigation. Whatever she thought it was, or knew, made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

"I like the look of these," Yuzuriha's fingers cupped his testicles, tickled them, and even checked their weight. "I like the feel, too. Soft and dangly."

Sôma noticed what Sakura was checking out, smirked knowingly, and whispered to her, "Want to see if we can make some more of that stuff come out?"

Though it looked like she wasn't listening, Sakura nodded in agreement.

"Okay. Let's do it, then," and with that, Sôma started to pump the mid-section of his great length with impeccable efficiency.

"I've heard that it's okay to taste it," Sôma informed Sakura in a seductive whisper. "So why not have a sample?"

"M'kay," Sakura looked at her fingertips, shiny from the slick goo, closed her eyes and gave them a lick... her eyes then opened wide, almost crossed, and surprised both Yuzuriha and Sôma by suddenly engulfing the head of Syaoran's penis in a desperate attempt to retrieve more via sucking forcefully on the source. Sôma and Yuzuriha exchanged glances, then both shrugged their shoulders.

"When in Rome," Along with the furious jerks, Sôma lapped at the solid organ with her tongue and spat on it to make the pumping a little smoother. Yuzuriha kissed around the side, trying not to knock heads with either of the other two, but then used this as a perfect excuse to give those lovely testicles of his a taste. The skin looked delicious, and certainly had quite a unique taste to it, she noticed after some suckling and tongue-batting. As all three girls worked with great endeavour, then soon noticed his penis started to throb and tremble.

"Oh, what's all this?" Yuzuriha questioned, looking back over her shoulder to see an array of different strenuous expressions on Syaoran's red face.

"I think he's about to come," Sôma guessed, tapped the still-sucking Sakura on the forehead, and was treated with a green-eyed glare at the request she 'shared the wealth'. "Come on, there's still plenty more for later. Let us have in on his first go!"

Sakura reluctantly let go, her mouth making a soppy wet 'popping' noise followed by a gasp, and gripped the organic monster with Sôma as they pointed it up straight. All three girls gathered around, jaws hung and tongues dangling in an eager wait for results, until that point was finally reached. An almighty spray of sticky white goo shot out the spout like a freshly unclogged fountain, messily strung across their faces; over their noses, across the eyes and foreheads, big dollops on their tongues and over their lips and chins, and even in their hair and on their necks. Sakura continued to beat him off even though Sôma stopped to savour what they'd been given, wanting more to come out.

"Hey," Sôma cooed to Sakura, her speech distorted from the thick gungey substance on her tongue. "Ifff hou wan maw, haf sum hehr."

Sakura only understood what she said when she tilted her head and locked lips with her, stuck her tongue right in and granted her more of what she seemed to crave.

"Mm, I wan summa dat," Yuzuriha stuck a finger in her mouth, stared forlornly at the passionately kissing pair, and turned to Syaoran. She smiled, and looked so damn sexy with her face covered in dripping white sludge.

"Shyaowan," She crawled forward, blushing, and hung her face over his. Small blots of semen patted on his face; more when she opened her mouth, and lowered down to give him a fervent, wild-tongue-lashing snog whilst simultaneously rubbing at her incredibly wet panty-covered crotch to bear with the heat.

Evident through her upbeat and jolly humming, Yuzuriha was utterly delighted to find she could kiss him all-out without his reluctance, which went to show these girls had virtually turned him into their putty-based play toy with so little effort (could you honestly blame the lucky, mop-haired git?). The hand she didn't use to 'entertain' her own juice-sodden loins stroked his warm cheek whilst her hot mouth fervently worked with his, and the mingling of their tongues gave her a wonderful 'melting/tingly' feeling in her chest.

So then, being as bold as she usually was, her 'entertainment' hand came forth, took his closest hand and brought it down for him to have a go at using his fingers to play with her soaked, pudgy vaginal lips.

"Looks to me like she's having all the fun," Sôma said to Sakura after she licked a line of semen off the other girl's cute nose. "Do you want to step this up a notch?"

"In what way?" Sakura responded hazily, still holding and stroking Syaoran's vivacious member. The smirk Sôma responded with created goosebumps along her slim arms.

"Take off your panties and ride this monster. That's the way I'm thinking," She looked away from Sakura's flaming red face, and called up to Syaoran whom she assumed could still hear him. "You're up for this, right? You're about ready to have your cherry popped by Sakura, aren't you Syaoran?"

Sakura felt a sudden surge of confidence to get on with it, thanks to Syaoran's encouraging smile. She didn't, however, know what items of clothing would or wouldn't be suitable to take off at this point. It was a maid's outfit after all, and it would be more of a turn-on keep as much of it on as possible.

"Um, hang on just a sec," Sakura sat up on her knees and pulled up her skirt, rubbed the sides of her skinny thighs, and stood up with her thumbs hooked over the waistband of her butt-hugging panties. When she noticed all eyes were on her, her confidence choked. "Just this, right? Oh, but, um, what about this...?"

As she pawed at her top with uncertainty, Sôma sighed with a 'I have to do everything myself' undertone, clung on to Sakura's pink-ribbon panties and whipped them down to her ankles. Sôma, on her knees, hugged Sakura around her tiny waist to keep the skirt up, edged aside so it was certain Syaoran could see everything, and then waved her hand as if to display her like a super-pricey, ultra rare product in a high class store. Not surprising, as Sakura's bald, fat-lipped special place was so damn good to look at it could dry the observer's eyeballs with only a three-second glance.

"I hope you're getting a good look at this cute little girl's slit before you ravage it with that monstrous snake of yours," Sôma, playing off Sakura's stuttering embarrassment, stuck the tips of two of her fingers partially into the furrow between the chubby lips, dripping with moisture, fanned to open her up, and gave Syaoran one of those looks that seemed to say, 'boy-bloody-howie, you're REALLY going to enjoy this one!'. "Mmm... I didn't know such a beautiful tint of pink existed in the world. What a shame it would be to taint it before anyone got a taste of it..."

"T-taste?" Sakura squeaked.

"Oh, you mean kinda like what we did with Syaoran's thingy?" Yuzuriha lightly panted, the muscles in her back tightening in reaction to the increased speed and pressure Syaoran applied to her dripping wet vagina, now soaked and front wedgied by her panties, and put her hand over his to help it further.

"That's right," Sôma said in an apologetic tone towards Syaoran's trembling shaft. "I'm sorry; you're just going to have to wait until we've all finished with it."

Sakura was then let go, free to move about as she pleased, but followed the heavy hints left by Sôma and shuffled towards Syaoran's head. Given a short time to think about it, yes; she'd love to have Syaoran's tongue inserted inside her, lapping away at her special place with his hot mouth. One foot on either side of Syaoran's head, she stood above him and opened herself up in much the same way Sôma did. Her innards were indeed a marvellous pink, unlike her flaring red cheeks, and big wet drips splashed on his face. Then, slowly, she sat down on his face.

Sakura shrieked something through her teeth as she clamped her smooth thighs around Syaoran's head, gripped clumps of his moppy hair with her fingers, and unconsciously humped her sweet little slit against his mouth. Interestingly, Sakura's sensitivity had increased three-fold since she moved away from Sôma and onto the boy she deeply admired, and shuddered with extreme embarrassment as she came within an instant of the insertion of Syaoran's tongue.

"That was quick," Commented a surprised Sôma, who'd paused midway through getting undressed herself. "Either Syaoran's a real pro when it comes to eating, or..."

More composed and now talking in a low, sensual tone, she dropped her long dress from her waist and panties to the floor, displaying all of her amazingly proportioned and slender figure. The sweat on her mouth-wateringly tanned skin glimmered under the overhead lights, as did the trails running down the inside of her thighs from her smooth, shaven loins. A hand upon either of Sakura's shoulders, with a demonised smirk, she whispered teasingly in the trembling beauties' ear.

"Or, maybe, you're just a really, REALLY, dirty girl, Sakura," and, to make things more interesting for Syaoran, Sôma reached to firmly rub Sakura's clitoris.

"Huehhhh," Sakura shivered and dribbled to both Sôma's teases and the wild, fish-outta-water thrashing of Syaoran's tongue within her baking hot tunnel of overflowing tightness.

Yuzuriha, her mind now swimming in a pool of lust brought on by magical sensations tingling through her body having sparked from Syaoran's fingertips upon her oily, fatty lower lips, had been resting her hundred-degree red cheek on Sakura's bare thigh, drooling on the creamy skin and panting with the kinda cute face that'd make a guy 'pop' in his underpants at a glance. Her little fingers pressed on Syaoran's fingernails, redirected the tips so they rubbed deeper and more thoroughly between her labias, and felt ever so closer to tipping over the edge to ecstasy.

Hazy eyed, she raised and turned her head to get a look at the point where Syaoran's mouth and Sakura's, Yuzuriha had to admit, VERY appealing precious area connected. If it tasted as good as Syaoran's gulps, moans and sloppy sucking made it out to be... Yuzuriha, enticed, ducked in to lick, nibble and suck on the area alongside Syaoran.

Sôma felt a bit left out, until she found the zipper at the back of Sakura's outfit. Unzipping down to her lower back, Sôma snaked her hands up around the inside of Sakura's top and gave her cute, rounded B-cups a good tinker with her fingers and thumbs, chewed on her ear, and gave Syaoran a bit of a nice treat, too, by grinding her wet crotch against his throbbing hardness. Perhaps it was done to stop her; maybe he was a little sensitive after his first climax, but his free hand stroked upward her thigh and made for her loins as if to say 'use these instead, please!'

She stopped and waited to see what he'd do...

Now it was time for Sôma to shamefully squirm in embarrassment, having just done exactly what Sakura had before. The instant Syaoran touched her moist lips, stroked them, and sneakily slipped a single digit within, her pink walls shrink-wrapped around his finger with all the force to squash a few grapes as she came hard. Hugging Sakura tightly, clutching at her small chest and haggardly panting into her ear, sweat trickled down her face from her forehead much in the same way her bodily juices drained into the palm of Syaoran's hand.

Sakura could've said something, made a perfect comment such as 'look who's talking about being quick', but she couldn't muster the thinking power due to the professional double-team working upon her close-to-exploding core. Syaoran's whipping tongue and Yuzuriha's rhythmically waving, slurping lips were a mind-imploding combination, causing muscular spasms and twitches outward from her heated crotch to her thighs, buttocks, small of her back and straight up her arching spine. Sôma's fingers, pinching her nipples and kneading her bouncy mounds helped a real bunch, too.

On occasion, Yuzuriha turned to playfully nip and suck on Syaoran's nose. It made him grunt, drilled a shrivelled shriek out of Sakura when his face shook in reaction, and Yuzuriha found it most amusing. However, now close to reaching her peak, she didn't want it to simply spill out into hers and his hands. That would be a terrible waste of such taste bud tingling refreshment, and should be better dispensed. Like, into/onto Syaoran's face, for example.

Slinking back, though quite reluctant, she controlled his hand and removed it from her dripping precious area, took a few moments to messily lick whatever juice she could from his and her fingers, then slinked back around so she knelt in front of Sakura and above Syaoran's head. She looked down, her hazy, adoring eyes a match with his, shuffled forward, and lowered her soppy wet crotch over his face. It hung just over by a centimetre or two, dotting his face with slick liquids, sometimes catching a swipe from the tip of his nose into the soggy panty cover, and then she waited.

Face to face with Sakura, Yuzuriha just gave her one look before they broke into a heated physical debate with their tongues over who should have dominance, but being so messy that a half ton of drool spilt down their chins, rolled down their throats and into their tops, and while Sakura's hands cupped Yuzuriha's cheeks, Yuzuriha grabbed Sakura's buttocks to pull her lower body closer. Making a loud squelch, two pairs of pure fatty majora's pressed together tightly, rubbed, and further stimulated them over the mouth that breathed upon their sensitive places enough to drive the shakes up their backs.

Sôma leered over Sakura's shoulder, anxious to know what that slivery wet substance was rolling over her fingers on the short haired girl's chest, and she saw what created it. All that saliva, the messiness of their kiss... she wanted in. She needed some way to keep her mind away from Syaoran's probing fingers before they made her cum again, especially now his freed hand groped at her buttocks and started to poke at her anal opening.

Just gasping, whining with her tongue out gained their attention that she wanted some too, and they angled their mouths just so she could. A three-way out-of-mouth kiss, mostly a battle of the tongues, took part rather fiercely with no clear dominator amongst them. Unconsciously, now with Syaoran's fingers playing with her vagina and jabbing up her arse, she gave rubbing herself against his crotch another go.

Sakura, as much as she liked all this, wanted to feel something a little extra. Her hands fell from Yuzuriha's cheeks, grabbed the hem of her school uniform's top, and lifted it up to her neck to uncover Yuzuriha's pancake chest and perky pink nipples. With the back unzipped, Sakura shook off and tugged her own top down below her bust line, with Sôma's fingers still groping, and squished her chest to Yuzuriha's for that breast to breast, nipple to nipple feel. It was a sensation and a half, to scrape and have nipples scraped on her skin, and pulled Yuzuriha closer to make it all last.

How would Syaoran's chest feel, she wondered? Was it as soft, or would it have a harder, rougher texture? Soon, real soon, her nipples would be itching to find out.

"Nyahh!" Sakura suddenly whined, her head falling back with Yuzuriha sucking on her throat like a vampire. "I-I'm... again, I'm gonna...!"

"If you-" Yuzuriha mumbled, her lips drooling on Sakura's fair skin. "Then I'll, too... all over Syaoran!"

Within seconds after their struggled moans, clinging together tightly like a couple to a mast of a boat on the stormy high seas, the two younger girls poured a close-pint of sweet nectar onto and into Syaoran's most-likely eager mouth.

The intensity of their orgasms turned their bodies to jelly. Flopping aside to the ground, it was only Sôma left to go as she rubbed herself off against Syaoran's chunky piece and had her arse fingered. Without the other girls in the way she leant down, hunching to accommodate to his shorter height, and kissed him fervently. There, she sampled a mixture of Syaoran, Yuzuriha and Sakura's flavours... and it was then that she came, pelvis snaking as her lower back sharply prickled, all over Syaoran's hot, throbbing rod.

Lips smacking noisily as their French kiss broke, Sôma carefully falling beside the two younger, recovering girls, Syaoran unsteadily rose up onto his knees and focused upon Sakura with an almost furious intent shining in his eyes.

"I'm... not going to hold myself back, Princess."

"Huehhhh," Sakura whined, curling up like a shy bug at Syaoran's husky, determined readiness announcement, with her eyes upon that thick, raging, eight-inch long pillar of hot, twitching muscle and pumping blood that he was inevitably going to skewer her tiny little vaginal opening with. She didn't give it much thought at first, but now it was getting to that time, she wondered if such a beastie would actually fit without tearing her in twain.

Only one way to find out... and there certainly wasn't any backing out now that Sôma and Yuzuriha, sneakily working in unison, hooked an arm each under Sakura's knees, rolled her onto her back with her butt raised off the floor, and used their free fingers to spread open Sakura's beautifully pink precious area with the intention of giving Syaoran a phenomenal look into the depths of her virgin body.

A failure, due to her small size and incredible tightness, but along with the overall dribbling wetness glittering under the light, it was an image that would either have you drooling like a rabid dog or leave you with a throat drier than sandpaper.

"Nyaaaaaahhhh!" Sakura whimpered shakily, covering her face with her hands as her eyes started to well up with embarrassing tears. "D-d-d-don't stare at it!"

"Yeah, you need to listen to her, Syaoran," Sôma smirked, joining Yuzuriha in a lippy-kissy voyage over the sweet flesh of Sakura's calves. "Don't stare at it... plunge that big thing of yours into it!"

He released long, slow breath by way of acknowledgment. Lining himself up, leaning forward and cupping Sakura's flaring cheeks, he slowly eased it in.

"Mnummm," Sakura's little fingers desperately clung to the collar of Syaoran's shirt as she pulled him closer and kissed him, her bashful voice lost in a series of muffled gurgles into his mouth, as that bulbous head slowly stretched her open and lead the rest of that huge phallus down one of the world's smallest, tightest and mind-numbingly warm flesh tunnels. It hurt plenty having that thing slide into her, and it was as it finally tore through that thin innocent membrane when she knew, or at least her erratic mind screeched to her so, that the real reason why it truly stung like a dastardly bastard was because he was too big, and he was going to split in her half.

In a minute or so, however, she'd be thinking different; it would be perfect, it would be a wondrous sensation like no other, and her mind would be screeching for it all to come harder, faster, and forevermore. For now, though, she'd just bawl her eyes out and continue begging mercifully for gentleness with her frail, thin body.

Judging from Sakura's reaction, Sôma knew she was physically and mentally stressed from the pain; so she sensed it best not to mention the blood trickling out of the joining, to avoid further worry. With a devilish smirk, she came up with a slightly sinister idea she was set to enforce. Letting go of Sakura's leg, she moved around behind Syaoran and grabbed his buttocks, spread his cheeks apart to check out his back passage, and slurped deliberately to give him, if he were listening, some idea of what she had in mind.

Spitting at his tailbone first, saliva trailed down his crack. Secondly, spitting on her fingers, she poked and circled the tips of two fingers around the ring. Thirdly, with a slight inhalation, craned in and inserted her tongue as far as she could reach. Eyes closed, she worked it vigorously.

From the side, Yuzuriha took her eyes away from Sôma to look back to Sakura, who by now looked to at least have gotten used a smidgen to having such a large foreign article shoved into her small body. Feeling a bit left out, she wanted to feel good along with the others rather than laying aside, fingering herself; she tried her best to push in and share some of that kiss with Syaoran and Sakura. Thankfully her access was granted and they shared a kiss like herself, Sakura and Sôma had before, and it was just as messy.

Sôma dug her nails into Syaoran's firm buttocks and rocked her body back and forth to keep in line with the energetic slamming of his hips. Eventually it was too much to follow so she had to stop, and spared a thought for the poor former virgin he ruthlessly continued to ravage as she watched that chunky tool of his plunge in and out of Sakura's tiny, sore-looking hole. Sôma did, however, come up with another naughty idea instead.

She turned, crawled over to the nearest table and reached for the six-inch, cylindrical salt and pepper shakers, opened the caps on the underside of the wider bases, emptied them, and brought it back to initiate her idea. Sôma scooped remnants of Syaoran's seed from the parts of her body where some remained, which was quite a few places, and rubbed them onto the shakers to provide a little lubrication. Smirking and parting his buttocks again, Sôma managed to successfully ram one all the way into his arse save an inch, weighed the other shaker, and then proceeded to insert that inside Sakura's arse. A few awkward squeals and gurgles arose in protest, but she managed to get it in regardless. Not leaving it at that, she held the wide, circular bases for a good grip and started to alternatively pump the shakers.

Yuzuriha recognised that the kiss was quite tricky with all the harsh movements, so she decided to switch ends; she broke away, crawled up ahead and then back up above the two, shoving her fine peachy butt into Syaoran's face and smothering Sakura's mouth with her über-soaked crotch. It took a little time for them to accept it, what with all the energy they dispensed in their efforts, but then she felt two sets of tongues and lips sucking, smooching and licking at the two parts she offered.

Her voice once again silenced, Sakura's throat bobbed as she sucked and gulped at Yuzuriha's wetness, and her short arms wrapped further around Syaoran's back. Much unlike her feet and legs, which struggled to get up and latch around his waist thanks to the off-putting sensation of a ceramic shaker drilling into her backside at the same time having a huge shaft pound into her front. Either way, her body was on fire as that now-recognisable feeling that she was about to cum rumbled from the pit of her stomach, stoked fiercely towards her core, and set the explosive charges to relay 'showtime' within the next twenty seconds or so.

Seconds before the pulsating thickness ejaculated inside her, in a bout of perfect timing, her slippery walls squeezed harshly around his shaft like a tight fist trying to get the last morsel of toothpaste from the tube. It also happened to be the time she managed to finally lock her ankles around his back, pulling her hips upward to ensure a full-lock when he slammed home, though the strength flowing through the muscles in her thighs and legs at the time wavered and drained like water down a bath plughole due to the extremity of her orgasm, and the unfamiliar, almost ghastly bubbling sensation from the heavy fluid spurting manically into her ravaged womb. The whole experience almost made her sink her teeth into Yuzuriha's slimy, juicy-fruity pudding mound, a close, tempting almost, until a message in her head convinced her to go ahead and do so anyway.

Yuzuriha's eyes watered and a highly pleasurable shriek that'd wrangled out her throat came about as she felt the teeth of the girl beneath bite into her squelchy lower lips like it were one of the world's biggest, most delicious blackberry's, and much like biting into a giant blackberry, the eater got to guzzle down a flood of sweet, sweet juice after she came. Well, with one working on her sensitive front pocket and another wrangling his tongue in a fantastic display of professionalism, it's no wonder she came so hard and fast.

They'd climaxed, but Sôma hadn't put an end to the alternate drilling pumps with the shakers. She paused for a moment to angle her head and slurp up the grossly overflowing remnants of thick cum leaking out the two lovers' joining, and again as he started to pull out. The wide bases of the shakers ensured they wouldn't disappear any deeper into their bodies, and on that note, she twisted the shakers and pushed both of them in fully to the hilt.

And it was then Syaoran surprised everyone, most especially Sakura. He groaned loudly and shot another stringing round through the air where it splashed and landed in the poor girl's eye.

"A-ahh!" Sakura's eyelids rapidly fluttered and her fingers wiped at the gloopy mess that'd squirted into her sockets, all the while coughing and gurgling from current plentiful fluids still being swallowed. Yuzuriha was there to help, lifting her head up and setting it on her moist lap, and also scooped away some of the thick blobs strung across her face to consume for herself, until the little cutie was back to her full game and able to bask in the warm, sticky mask of goo. She'd enjoyed it enough as it was, but it was even better when Yuzuriha had a huge amount on her tongue and raised Sakura's head enough to messily lock lips and swirl gunk-covered tongues.

"So," She leant forward, rubbing her D-cups and hard nipples on Syaoran's taut buttocks and tickling his balls, and licked at his glistening, sweat-laden back. "Do I get a turn, now?"

He nodded and Sôma rolled backwards, lifting her knees up beside her head and wriggled her toes in anticipation. Both hands temptingly stroked her buttocks and under-thighs, her eyes lighting up when she saw the lustful, jaw-dropping shudder of his huge phallus, and had to lower her gaze out of a sudden embarrassed flush in the realisation that she was wetter than the North Sea, and probably gave Syaoran the impression that she was by far more desperate for this than he might be. She shook her head, tried to overplay her embarrassment with a feisty, albeit wobbly smirk, run her fingertips over the smoothly shaven mons pubis above her soaked, pudgy lower lips, and joined in with the other hand to fan her fingers and open up the tightly-sealed doorway into the silky pink tunnel.

"Come on, then," Sôma said through her teeth, trying to ignore the overflowing fluids rolling over her fingers and her hands. "Give it to me, and give it to me as hard as you can!"

Her eyes tried to stay open wide to show she had no fears, but they withered and squinted at the edges as she braced herself for his entry. As per her request, which might have been a bit uncharacteristically rash on her part, he plunged in very hard and very fast.

Unable to fight back the tears as the thick log punctured her hymen, continued to drive deeper into the depths of her body until it reached the tremendously fulfilling but at-this-current-stage-painful full-lock, and even more an awkward feeling the bulbous tip as it pressured on her cervix, Sôma was quite glad Syaoran chose the entry point to be the moment to start up a fervent tongue-tangled kissing frenzy. That way, not only did she have something else to concentrate on, but Syaoran didn't get to see the way her facial features twisted in agony.

Smacking their lips noisily, Yuzuriha and Sakura's mouths wrenched apart in such a manner both proudly-flapping tongues flung sloppy wet bits of cum and spit outward over Sakura's bare, heaving chest, but there, the action didn't stop. Setting aside however way Syaoran was currently violating the gorgeously tanned, usually-reserved ninja for the moment, all these two girls were interested in right now was all the flecks of his seed that still lingered upon Sakura's person. Though it was quite salty, and not as sweet as they'd have liked it to have been, the taste was an acquired one that had them hooked. Need it be, today, they were going to try and milk Syaoran for every drop his body could produce. Twisting her body around to get on top of Sakura, straddling her and pinning her by the wrists, Yuzuriha's lips wobbled in a strange way as she 'vacuumed' up the globby remnants in the world's most messy, noisy cleanup operation.

Whimpering like a puppy and desperately flagging her lips and tongue, Sakura tried to a get a share-in with the white liquid gold Yuzuriha scooped up. When she couldn't get the amount she wanted, she made do with nipping and suckling on the dominant girl's bare shoulder. Surprisingly, the effect this minor action had weakened the hold on her wrists, and therefore gave Sakura the chance to wrap her arms around Yuzuriha's back and pull her into a fierce hug that saw her close-to and Yuzuriha's most definitely flat chest and equally swollen nipples crush together in such an erotic way, and a more surprising effect, both girls ended up cumming.

At that point, Sakura's feet kicked out and she found Syaoran's bent legs from where he was kneeling with Sôma... and, once she'd overcome her unexpected climax with a shivering and still-licking Yuzuriha on her, she guided her foot and mainly her toes to blindly trace along Syaoran's leg, to his buttocks, until she felt the base of the condiment shaker in his backside. She'd grown quite accustomed to the one she had lodged up hers, and while her eyes rolled back and mouth drooled thinking what it would be like if Syaoran shoved his big, hot todger in there instead, she gripped around the base with her toes, and she used the power in her foot and leg to twist the shaker around in his arsehole.

His reaction, other than a throaty howl, was his announcement that he'd be coming very soon and wished for Sôma to make a choice; inside, or outside?

Given such a choice in the heat of the moment, while her brain had turned into putty thanks to Syaoran's astonishingly great, bordering legendary, sexual prowess, crumbled Sôma's will away like stones off an eroded cliff edge. Her face weakly scrunched up as tears poured from her eyes and her pathetic, watery whimpers reverberated from the base of her throat.

"B-b-both! I want both!" Interlocking her fingers behind his neck, an overbuild of saliva bubbled over the corners of Sôma's mouth as she pressed her mouth to his forehead and whipped his sweaty brow with her tongue. "Shoot some in-... side me! A-a-and o-on mmmy... my... fffff... all-over!"

Sakura noticed Yuzuriha's sudden explosive fit of shuddery gasps and wobbly knees, and when she cranked her head, she could see Syaoran reaching for her butt. Unsure what he was doing until she slid her hands up to find his, she didn't realise how sinisterly she grinned. Squeezing Yuzuriha's buttocks, Sakura moved her right hand further around to find Syaoran's, picked two fingers, and forced their way into the tight, dark tunnel along with his. Her timing was different to Syaoran's, with her fingers pumping in as his drew out, but they worked together to create a quick, effective rhythm that'll soon have Yuzuriha cumming for the gazillionth time.

If there was a record set for the amount of times the word 'yes' could be strung together and haughtily screamed at the top of one's lungs within ten seconds, Sôma would've utterly demolished the previous as her blunt fingernails dug deep into Syaoran's forearms, deep enough to draw blood, her back snapped into such an arc only permissible to those with the flexibility of a contortionist and her vaginal walls shrunk to crush the Hell out of Syaoran's incredible member during the most earth-shattering climax she'd ever experienced. Granted, she hadn't experienced many before, but she'd be hard pressed to ever have one as good as the one she's just had with this masterful friend and his rutting-rhino hip-work.

She might have, and many more, if he felt inclined to let her have another few rounds.

The odd bubbling in her womb, the feeling like someone inserted a hose and blew six pints of thick runny custard into her belly, sent the shivers along her arms and legs. Although it was what she wanted, what she had now begun to crave, she was kinda relieved when he pulled out to spend the rest upon her body on the outside because she felt like she was ready to burst like an overfilled balloon if her continued internally. Spatter on her belly and chest created a new shivery nerve explosion throughout her body, with the main focus popping its way on a journey up her spine, and she thrashed about like she'd been laid on hot coals. Remnants she caught over her lips, in her mouth, partials up her nose and in her left eye, left her squinting, snorting and coughing.

Thankfully for her, though this could also swing towards unlucky, Yuzuriha and Sakura kicked up like a pair of ravenous wolves as they caught the scent/sight of the plentiful residue from Syaoran's ejaculation, and Yuzuriha made sure she'd get her tongue out to 'help' reduce the quantity causing problems for Sôma.

Sakura, rather than going for Sôma's face, took a slight turn to lick what was on her stomach and then went to the original source; Syaoran's still-hard erection, where a thick string dribbled down from the tip. Engulfing his penis, sucking on his semen and the slick juices left on there by Sôma's innards, she also managed to entwine her fingers on the hand she used to tease Yuzuriha's arse with the fingers on the hand Syaoran used to tease Yuzuriha's arse. On her knees, Sakura's other hand wrapped around his back and grasped his taut buttocks.

Moaning and whimpering as she found she was pushing herself further and further, desperate to get his length as far down her throat possible, she knew it wasn't something she was doing for herself to get him to cum faster to appease the bizarre hunger she now had; she was doing it to show him how good she was, that she was willing to please him in whatever way he imagined, and it was all out of love.

Shuddering and squeaking from the fingers twisting, pumping and rubbing up her tightly clenched anal canal, saliva rolled off the tip of Yuzuriha's tongue and onto Sôma's nose. She dived down and whisked up the glob under her eye, kissed the area in small dots and then, in an odd albeit sexy move, Yuzuriha covered Sôma's nose and sloppily sucked to get the little bits out her nostrils. She knew her turn with Syaoran was next, and she hoped she'd have just as much if not all of the tasty white stuff he produced to chug down her gullet.

Breathily, tongue hanging with copious levels of spit dripping from its surface and tip, Sakura's mouth wetly 'popped' off Syaoran's well-coated member and her eyes looked up, glimmering sweetly as she smiled.

"I think we need to be fair, Syaoran. Care to give Yuzuriha a go?"

"Yeah," He moaned, staring straight back at her with the same raging fire he had since he started. And it was far from dying.

Her eyes alight with insatiable glee as it was now her turn to get the full load of his deliciousness for herself, Yuzuriha finished licking up the splodgy remnants off Sôma's face before she turned and crawled on her hands and knees towards Syaoran's still-vivacious penis like a cat on the prowl. Fingers touching the shaft first, she tilted her head and wetly suckled the hot, dribbling tip. Coated in a whole mixture of different fluids, from Sakura's saliva to vaginal fluids from the two girls he'd just deflowered, the whole thing was nice and slick, perfect for making the inevitable run so much smoother.

For her, heavy lubrication was a necessity, because her bald slit was by far the dinkiest out of the three, and was certain to be an incredible experience for Syaoran and his to-be-thoroughly-strangled-like-a-chicken-neck penis. Yuzuriha, licking the tip one more time, stood up and stepped a foot on either side of Syaoran's hips. She dropped to a squat, one hand on Syaoran's stomach and the other gripping the shaft halfway down to guide, and her own excitement heavily seeped from between the chubby lips and added to the lubrication as her tiny opening hovered an inch over the tip.

It hovered for a while, as it was apparent Yuzuriha was deciding something. Something that might take Syaoran by surprise. She leant forward, directed the penis back, and scraped the head along her cleft, searching for the rear hole both he and Sakura had stretched wide with their fingers, before closing her eyes with a satisfied 'ahh' having found it. Having liked the fingers, she wanted to know what THIS would be like. Sitting, Yuzuriha's lip wobbled as the thickness slowly entered and stretched her more so, but she stopped after engulfing only the bulbous head. Sucking back air, she dug her fingers into his sides, wriggled her butt and forced herself down until she reached the hilt, which was greatly helped by the lubrication, and was left with the sensation of his big fat head bumping her stomach.

Shuddering, she remained still while her anal muscles flexed around the huge foreign object and had grown more accustomed to it. Impatience kicked in, and following a low, squeaky howl, Yuzuriha used her knees to push her butt up, expelling almost every inch to the tip, and dropped back down again. The movements would've been sharper if her arse wasn't so damn tight, but that didn't matter considering it chalked the experience up several notches.

Sakura crawled around to Syaoran's head, raised a knee, and aimed her bald, dripping slit over his face. Sitting on his mouth, she leant forward to assault Yuzuriha's flat chest with her tongue, teeth and lips, and used her fingers to give the Oni hunter's crotch a good seeing to. And she wasn't the only one to make use of her fingers; Syaoran reached up to take hold of the shaker still lodged up her backside, and in a series of jerky wrist movements, pumped it harshly.

Yuzuriha's eyes began to water from a pleasurable overload induced by Sakura's probing fingers, the taunting of her highly sensitive nipples and the stiff, pulsing organ invading her tight arse. The only thing she didn't enjoy was how slow she had to move up and down each time to expel and take back in his shaft; she really wanted this beastie to graze her innards like he was a mad plumber and had gone at her with a plunger.

Thankfully, help was at hand when an impatient Sôma used her own soppy juices and whatever flecks of Syaoran's seed hadn't been licked up to coat onto the already slick shaft as Yuzuriha pulled up to the tip, and amazingly, it worked quite well. Despite her tightness, Yuzuriha was now able to make use of her knees and get her booty going at a fairly brisk pace. Of course, the mixture of tantalising wet, fleshy slapping noises, speed and tightness meant that Syaoran would end up releasing sooner that she'd prefer, but nonetheless this was how she liked it.

Within minutes, Yuzuriha's butt slammed down harder and her body juddered like she was trying to get this horse she was riding to ride faster, and her out-hanging, spit-dribbling tongue was sucked upon by an equally excited Sakura as the signs towards Syaoran's big release was nigh. Yuzuriha hugged Sakura, squeezed her, and ripped her lips away to scream at the ceiling after her butt settled down, locked the large member to the hilt up her backside, and felt the powerful gush of his hot seed spurt upward like a geyser.

Sakura held Yuzuriha, and waited for the girl to calm down. It took a while, which wasn't unforeseen, knowing how she was. With Sôma's help and an almost ridiculously loud 'schloop' sound, like someone sucking yoghurt out of a pot, they hoisted the trembling black-haired cutie off Syaoran's large shaft, which, amazingly, looked like it was still up for more, and they lay Yuzuriha down on her back. Sakura remained on top of her, licking her cheek, and squished her pudgy lower lips down against Yuzuriha's equally juicy, bald lips.

Sôma knelt aside, smirking. Syaoran looked pooped, but obviously had that bit of overhanging knowledge he hadn't a say in anything relating to the words 'five minutes break' or 'that's enough for now'. Sucking on a fleshy bit of Sakura's gropeable buttocks, Sôma reached over the brunette's back and used her fingers to squeeze Sakura's thighs and emphasise to Syaoran both Sakura's irresistible mound of wet, velvet euphoria, and the yet-to-be-deflowered tunnel of glory they squashed against like grapes being made for wine.

"If you hear Yuzuriha cry in pain, just ignore her. Focus on going in the both of them deep, hard, fast, and then cumming all over us when you're ready to pop. Got that?"

Sôma then turned onto all fours beside Sakura and Yuzuriha, leant in to join the two girls in a threeway kiss, and used her hands to indicate to Syaoran she'd like him to finger any hole he liked as he thrust into Sakura and Yuzuriha.

Disappointing anyone's expectations wasn't an option. Syaoran, his mind still hazy and fuelled by lustful urges, aimed and plunged his length into Yuzuriha's soaking, red-hot love tunnel full-lock and at the same time, after he'd wet them with his tongue, turned his fingers on both Sakura and Sôma.

Surprisingly, Yuzuriha didn't think the first plunge hurt much, certainly not like it did when Syaoran inserted himself up her lavender passage. The snap of her virgin barrier only made her cheeks twinge a bit, unlike the other two who were blubbing and spilling tears on their goes. Now, as the young man's veiny shaft smoothly hammered into her and his balls slapped against her buttocks, she found herself digging her fingers into Sakura's tender butt cheeks, curling her toes and jerking her hips to try and match with Syaoran's timing. She found each attempt useless, as the rising of her hips and the collision with his inward slams created friction between Sakura's and her own pressed together clitorises, sent further shudders throughout her body, and turned her into a dribbling, cum-every-10-seconds blob of jelly.

Sakura whined as Yuzuriha's nails sunk into her flesh and Syaoran's fingers violated her soppy wet insides, clung tighter to Yuzuriha, and clenched her burning vaginal walls. She lifted her arse so that Syaoran could plunge his fingers in and simultaneously rub his thumb over her swollen clitoris. At this point, through her lust-hazed vision, she could make out how much Yuzuriha enjoyed the rampant pounding of Syaoran's hips, and she felt quite jealous. She knew she'd get a turn, too, but still, impatience niggled at her.

With a finger up her arse, Sôma felt a sudden electrical surge roll across her shoulders and she lost all strength in her arms. Her butt remained up whereas her upper body hit the floor, and her head could no longer gain the height to continue kissing with Yuzuriha nor Sakura. As a substitute, she settled for suckling on the Yuzuriha's cheek. In time with the harsh finger jabs, her anal muscles tensed on the fierce intake and relaxed on the rapid retreat. She then began to wonder about Yuzuriha's approach, and how it would feel to take Syaoran's larger, much thicker object up the back passage as opposed to a slim finger…

Like a bull that'd seen red, Syaoran charged away with a manic look in his eyes. Yuzuriha was definitely the smallest and tightest of the three, and he could feel it coiling around him so much it was as if her walls were clasping his length like a tight fist and trying to keep him from pulling out. Hell, her body wasn't just jogging with each pound, he was dragging and pushing her body across the floor and most likely polishing the wooden surface at the same time.

The shaker stuck up his butt wasn't a bother to him, however, the one up Sakura's jacksy was. He wanted it out, purely for his own diabolical need to treat her as he'd treated Yuzuriha before. Gripping the wide base and fighting the rectal muscles straining to keep it in, Syaoran removed the ceramic shaker and plugged it up Sôma's tormented back passage to the hilt, giving her a 'there you go' slap on the tanned buttocks, before he grabbed Yuzuriha's sides and pulled his raging length out her body.

Flecks of Yuzuriha's lewd fluids sprinkled on Sakura's skin, and made for the perfect lubrication. The small hole at the back had already been stretched some thanks to the condiment shaker, thus it was a heck of a lot easier to plunge his shaft up her creek than it was with Yuzuriha.

He did it so suddenly that it totally caught Sakura off guard and, along with an ear-piercing shriek, made her hug Yuzuriha a whole lot tighter. She wanted his thing up her butt to replace the shaker, wanting to know what it was like, and now she knew; it was fatter, hotter and more mind-numbing than she'd ever imagined. Unfortunately, her experience was irritatingly shorter than Yuzuriha's, as he'd called for time.

To ensure they got what they wished for, to each receive a share of his release, Syaoran had to roll Sakura aside when he pulled out her tight little arse and stave off just enough so they could huddle together side by side, cheeks to cheeks. Rasping and groaning throatily, a hot, gooey load from his pulsating member spewed over their variously proportioned chests and equally ravenous faces like silly string, and even before he'd finished, the girls were writhing, kissing and licking the stuff from each other in a heated frenzy.

It was a sight to behold, and it turned out he wasn't the only one admiring it. Even if he hadn't heard Fai sputter as he tried his best to suppress a chuckle, he'd have turned around when he heard Kurogane, Ryûô and Kusanagi collectively drop their jaws.

"The man at the shop wasn't kidding; One drop should keep you going throughout the night. I do suppose it was a bit silly of me to put in several, though," Fai mused, and wiggled his eyebrows at Syaoran. "Naughty boy, Syaoran. I did say you should save it until you were alone in your room with Sakura, didn't I?"

And this was, after all, a café. All as one fiery-eyed, sexually enraged man-beast, Kurogane, Ryûô and Kusanagi looked to Fai and pointed to Syaoran, asking, "I'll have what he's having."

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Well, you can probably guess where that's headed. I may or may not make another chapter to continue that one; it'll depend on what you guys think. It ended quite similarly to my other lemon, 'Apron', and while I have a couple of ideas set on how I was going to continue, I'm not sure which one people would like. I may as well post both and see which you prefer.

I've already a few more ideas under my hat, and each one will feature either Sakura or Syaoran alone or with other characters, not really romantically paired but in a lemony/limey/citrusy situation, plus a fair few with just Sakura x Syaoran together. If there's anything anyone would like to request, provided it has at least Sakura or Syaoran in it, I'd see what I can do for you (there are loads of characters and situations to choose from!). Plots aren't important, as you could probably tell from what you've just read. I'm just churning this stuff out for my own amusement.

Credit goes to Caleinblack for the first idea, and while it was originally meant for Kingdom Hearts, I went with TRC instead.

Toodle Pipski!