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==>*Warning!*<==
This story deals with many adult, emotional, and sexual situations.If you are of legal age to be reading this, and any of the aforementioned
situations cause extreme mental discomfort, do not read any further (and
see a shrink! Sex isn't evil. Bad people make sex seem evil. Okay,
lecture mode off...). If you are NOT of age and are reading this, SHAME
ON YOU! ^_^ If you continue reading, you do so at your own risk.
Please remember the following: While the characters in this story engage in unsafe sex, that doesn't give you a license (or excuse) to do
the same. Condom axiom: Always put one on before putting it in!
I hope that you enjoy (or endure with only a minimum of pain) this little work, which I have re-titled:
"Urusei Yatsura : The Prince and the Lecher"
A compact ship of stealthy design was making its way towards the third planet of a yellow sun. The commander of the vessel noted the
proximity of his ship to the planet and ordered that they take up an
orbit. He then typed in a key sequence on a nearby console. A monitor
flashed to life and a voice said, "Make your report..." in short, clipped
tones. Each person appeared to be humanoid male, but it was hard to tell
anything beyond that since long, black veils obscured their faces.
The commander stiffened into a position of obedience and addressed the screen. "Yes, Your Majesty! We have attained orbit around the
target planet. Nothing appears to be amiss, and all of our forces stand
ready. We await your command."
The order wasn't long in coming. "Very well, begin final preparations for the assault. Once the target has been located, be sure
that you don't lose sight of it. And when you get it, don't damage it.
I need it intact."
"Yes SIR!" the commander replied crisply. "Anything else, your majesty?"
"Only that you report to me the moment you've retrieved the 'package', " the faceless person chuckled slightly at that word. "Good
hunting, commander," he said, severing the link.
Quietly the ship made for a specific location on the planet's surface, its mission almost complete.
The planet in question rotated lazily on its axis. When glanced at from a distance it was a rather tranquil view, really. One specific
location, a city on an island in the northern Pacific, appeared
comfortably subdued for the moment. But the approaching ship held
promise of unwanted change in the near future.
The sidewalks of the city were slightly crowded with people as the sun began its descent. As the days progressed the wind started to have a
chill bite to it. Soon it would be too cold to enjoy a walk outside.
Today, gray clouds cast a pall over the late-afternoon sky, further
indicating that winter was approaching. Despite this many people ignored
the approach of the winter season and walked about the city, hoping to
squeeze in a few more hours of enjoyment before the weather soured
completely.
A young man was walking aimlessly through the moderate-sized crowds that day. A slightly excited chortle issued from him as he continued his
wandering. A moment later his posture changed from that of an aimless
explorer to one of a deadly hunter. He sprang as he sighted his quarry,
yelling a battlecry sure to strike fear into the hearts of many a person
... especially extremely cute girls.
"SWEETO!" the spry individual yelled as he latched onto a mortified young lady. Terror was replaced with uneasiness, and finally disgust as
the predator continued his verbal assault. "You're cute! How'd you like
to come home with me and bear my children?"
Not waiting for an answer, he latched firmly onto the woman's body with a death grip. She screamed as his hands found her firm breasts. At
this point, her disgust was redirected to her self-defense systems, and
she whaled the assailant with a redoubtable hit that sent him sprawling
across four lanes of traffic and into the side of a postal box.
"Hentai!" she screamed as she stormed off.
The valiant hunter lay sprawled on the sidewalk next to a mailbox that was now sporting a dent that looked remarkably like the person that
had impacted with it. Twitching occasionally, he managed to shuffle
himself into a sitting position, wiping blood from his nose and smirking
to himself. Passers-by barely paid attention to the suffering guy as he
attempted to get up.
"I guess that approach needs to be refined a bit. Heh, there are so many women to choose from. All I have to do is work on my act, then I
WILL BE A GOD TO WOMEN!" he proclaimed rather insanely. He then broke
into a fit of cackling laughter befitting his instability.
A shopkeeper in a nearby store was handing change to a customer. He shook his head slowly as the laughter erupted. Understandably, his
customer asked what the hell that was. The reply was simply "That kid
Ataru Moroboshi. He does this EVERY weekend." To himself he added,
'Geez! If that creep keeps this up, he'll run off all of my customers!'
They both watched from the safety of the store window as Ataru got back up slowly. His legs were wobbly, and his head was apparently
spinning in dizziness. He eventually proceeded down the sidewalk,
hunting new prey. He turned the corner and moments later a shriek could
be heard, followed by the sound of bone impacting pavement. The
storekeeper sighed sadly to himself and turned to attend to his next
customer.
Inside a two-story house in another part of town, another sigh could be heard. It was a Saturday and Lum was feeling restless. 'No,'
she thought to herself, 'restless doesn't adequately describe it.' Well,
whatever her emotion, it had to do with Ataru. He had been a jerk to her
again today, and she was beginning to feel frustrated. 'Yeah,' she
thought as she heaved another long sigh. 'Frustration's more like it.'
She just couldn't stand his antics any more. Normally, she'd been able to reassure herself by saying that even though Ataru acted like an
asshole, he really did love her. But given the magnitude of this day and
what it meant to her, she just wasn't sure anymore. Today was important
to her because it was the anniversary of the day that Ataru beat her in
the game of tag that spared the lives of all humans on the planet. Also,
it was on that same day that Ataru had 'proposed' to her. Because of
this, Lum expected more from him than the ignorance she'd received.
Standing in Ataru's room alone, Lum was experiencing heartache the likes of which she had never felt before. Her usual cheery disposition
had been replaced by a dark brooding. 'I hate feeling like this. All my
friends have constantly warned me to stay away from Darling. I ignored
them because I'd always believed that I knew a side of him that they
never saw. Maybe they're right. Perhaps I've been wrong about him all
this time,' she admitted to herself. Hell, Ataru never even gave it a
second thought when she said she wanted to do something tonight. He'd
brushed her off, merely replying "Not now Lum!" as he bolted out of the
house. Ataru's parents weren't going to be home for the whole week so
Lum had decided to use that opportunity to make it perfect for her and
Ataru. Considering all the planning she put into effect for tonight,
everything was indeed perfect. Everything except for the fact that the
man she loved was not there to share it with her.
Sitting down on Ataru's bed, a breeze wafted in through the nearby window and caressed her face. Immersing herself in it, she let the
breeze tug at her lustrous green hair in a slow, wave-like motion. The
buildup of emotion was becoming too great for her, and tears began to
form around her eyes. "Darling no baka," she whispered to herself,
letting her tears wash from her blue eyes and down the soft cheeks of her
heart-shaped face.
Sniffling slightly, she turned to look at the clock and saw that it was just after five. Lum had asked Ataru to be there by six but from his
response to her earlier, she feared he wouldn't be home by then. She had
so hoped that they would finally be able to come to terms with the
emotions and situations that they had been dancing around for so long.
She was tired of both of them avoiding the issue, and Ataru's insolence
wasn't helping matters any.
'Am I asking too much from him?' she wondered. She'd only wanted tenderness and intimacy from Ataru. Instead all she'd ever gotten were
careless rebuffs to her overtures. In the past, she had been content to
dream of sharing closeness with Ataru, but recently she was growing tired
of constantly being put on hold by him. "I could have any man in the
galaxy, Darling," she whispered. "Many have tried to win my heart but
I'm only attracted to you. You're the one who eludes me, Darling. I
sometimes wonder if you're capable of loving me. Still, for some reason
I keep hoping that one day I'll hear the words 'I love you' come from
your mouth."
Lum couldn't stand the weight of her heartache any longer and broke down. With a cry of anguish she gave in to her pain and was wracked with
body-shaking sobs. Clinging desperately to his pillow, she went on for
several minutes before her tremors stopped and her sobs finally abated.
She sat up, sniffling, and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked at the slick trail her tears had formed down the sides of her face
and regretfully wiped them away, wishing Ataru were there to comfort her
and wipe those tears away instead.
She despaired over the fact that he was never there for her, and took her continual presence for granted. Even now, he had neglected her,
thinking of himself only. She was waiting alone, hoping that he would
finally show up, but knowing that he wasn't going to. Sighing loudly,
she mused over the many things they had yet to do in their relationship,
and the many regrets that she harbored for the time lost between herself
and Ataru. 'Dammit!' she though to herself angrily, 'he hasn't ever
really kissed me yet!'
She put her fingertips to her lips, trying to imagine what kissing Ataru was like. She then dropped her fingers down from her face and she
grabbed her arms, squeezing in a light embrace to drive off her
oppressive loneliness. She stroked her left arm absently, trying to
bring some comfort to buffer the pain of her heartache. "I am yours for
the taking, Darling, body and soul. Why do you refuse my offerings?" she
asked aloud, not caring who heard her. She continued her self-caress,
ignoring the chilling breeze from the window as she worked on keeping her
heart from breaking completely.
A familiar tingle started to make itself known at the juncture of her legs. With a bittersweet smile, she extended her caress to other
areas of herself. Her body warmed as her fingers found sensitive spots
through the fabric of her bikini. Her depression slowly waned to be
replaced by well-known feelings of longing and sexual attraction. 'At
least I can appreciate myself if Darling won't appreciate me,' she
thought as her fingers moved to her chest and began to linger over her
breasts.
Her nipples stiffened in response to the attention they were receiving, and two distinct impressions made themselves clear through her
bikini top. Her imagination took over and she dreamed that Ataru was
there with her, giving her the attention that she so desperately wanted.
Her hands became his hands. She fantasized about him taking her in the
ultimate gesture of love. Her roaming fingers caressed her sensitive
parts through her clothing, and Lum closed her eyes and surrendered
herself to her fantasy, trying to dull her emotional pain.
Lum's hands were working their magic over her body when a stiff breeze hit her, stopping her abruptly and reminding her that the window
was wide open. Quickly covering areas of her body that she had partly
exposed, Lum jumped up from the bed and closed the window and shades,
then turned around and locked the door. She then sat down on his bed and
returned her attention to herself, rubbing her straining nipples through
her top. "Darling..." she moaned as she snaked a hand down from one of
her breasts to her sex. Soon she couldn't resist any longer and arched
her back. Hooking her thumbs underneath the straps of bikini bottom, she
slipped them down her hips and past her knees. She hurriedly unclasped
the top as she kicked the bottoms off of her legs and off of Ataru's bed.
She followed up by dropping the skimpy top on the floor at the foot of
Ataru's bed, then shook her head to clear away the wisps of green hair
that had gotten into her eyes as she had thrashed about trying to remove
her bikini bottom.
She stopped as she caught a glimpse of herself naked in front of the full-length mirror that sat across from his bed. She stared at her
exposed body for several minutes, eyeing critically the erect nipples on
her breasts and the slight rounding of her hips. She could feel herself
getting turned on by just watching herself masturbate. Staring with
intense interest, she reached up and kneaded the soft skin of her breasts
in her tiny hands, cooing in pleasure as she found all the right places
to touch. Very turned on by her little fantasy, Lum lay herself down on
Ataru's bed and closed her eyes.
She continued moving her hands about her body, concentrating on the sensitive musculature of her exposed abdomen. Goosebumps raised
themselves on her skin in response to the marvelous stimulus her nerves
were receiving. As she glided her fingers across the toned landscape of
her stomach, she imagined Ataru laying there next to her, his hands
happily and studiously mapping out every inch of her body's curvature.
The fantasy was enhancing her desire, causing Lum to want to deepen the
sensuous exploration of herself.
Waves of pleasure were wending their way through her petite form as her hands made their way back up to her bare breasts. With her thumbs
and forefingers she began to lightly pinch and rotate her pink nipples,
which were thrust well outward from their aureole, providing a stark
contrast to the soft skin capping the whole of her breasts. Her pleasure
intensified as she sped up the rubbing of her breast with one of her
hands and worked the other one below her waist and made contact with the
delta of her femininity.
Lum maneuvered her hands so she could stroke part of her inner thighs and the area around her sex while deliberately avoiding her clit.
She stroked, and probed lightly into her vagina with one of her fingers
with expert care until suddenly, not being able to stand the wait any
longer, her hand darted to the center of her sex.
Lum gasped sharply as her fingers made contact with the swollen button of her clit at the apex of her vagina. "Ohhhhh yessss..." she
hissed, then moaned, tongue slightly parting her lips, as her other hand
slid down her sex from her clit to her awaiting orifice. 'It's so
sensitive tonight... oh, Darling!' she thought to herself as one of her
middle fingers ran up and down the slickened slit of her sex, teasing her
clit with every stroke.
Lum hips wriggled about as her body reacted to her hand's manipulations of her ripe sex. She bit on her lower lip to keep from
moaning too loudly, her stroking fingers working non-stop on her vagina.
But try as she might to stifle them, small grunts and moans worked their
way free with more and more regularity, and soon she was humping her hand
with abandonment. Her lustful desire had her wanting more, so she
brought her other hand up and parted the silky cover of green hair that
protected her virgin sex from prying eyes. With her middle finger
hovering at the opening to her flower, she slowly dipped a finger deep
into her vagina.
Lum yelped slightly, then clenched her teeth as the sensations brought on by that penetration hit her. Her breathing and her hand
movements were quickened by the lustful feelings that were now dominating
her. She parted the pink folds of her sex even further as she worked
another finger inside herself, then wiggled them about the walls of her
sex. She moved them in and out with purpose, her hips bucking
involuntarily as she sought deeper and deeper penetration. Finding a
rhythm with her hips and hands, she humped herself into an unstoppable
frenzy. Hungry for a climax, Lum's hands worked faster and faster on her
clit and the inside of her sopping wet vagina.
Her hands became thoroughly drenched as the honey of her sex flowed freely from her. The greenish wisps of her pubic hair became matted to
the sensitive, blood-gorged lips of her sex as she thrashed about in the
throes of near-delirium. She worked herself relentlessly, not wanting to
stop until suddenly she began feeling spasms hit her.
Lum then moved her other hand from her clit to hold her lips open as her right hand pushed deeper inside herself. Her hands became a blur
as she stroked herself faster, her body starting to glow with suppressed
energy as she reached her peak and rocketed towards an orgasm. Her index
and middle fingers made contact with her virgin barrier, every
penetration causing her to flinch slightly. But the pleasure of the act
was far outweighing the pain of her intact virginity, and she pushed
herself faster and harder, lusting for the inevitable outcome, until she
finally gave out an irrepressible, shrill cry and knew she was there. A
moment later she came with a scream that could have shattered all the
windows in the neighborhood.
She collapsed on the bed, gasping deeply for air. Her bountiful chest heaved mightily as she claimed as much air as she possibly could
with each breath. Exhausted from her effort, she put a hand to her
flushed face, and could smell the fruit of her labor on it. 'Mmmm. That
smells like teen spirit to me!' she thought mischievously, as a smirk
wound its way on her beautiful face. She delicately licked her fingers,
tasting the warm tang of her passion.
With her eyes closed, Lum rolled her tongue around her fingers to savor the taste of her nectar, and had to admit that she liked the taste
of herself a lot. Wanting seconds, she reached back down and caressed
her steaming sex slowly, accumulating more of the intoxicating substance
hiding within the inner folds of her love.
As her fingers roamed about her sex, she couldn't help but wonder if having a man between her legs would feel as good as what she was
capable of doing to herself. 'Darling, this could be yours if you'd give
me the chance,' she thought wistfully, cupping her cum-covered sex in
her hand as another image of Ataru came to mind. Her hormones were a
whirlwind in her body, causing all parts of herself to be extremely
sensitive to any contact. Raising her arms back up to wipe the sweat
from her brow, she gasped lustily as one of her arms made accidental
contact with her very hard nipples. The sensation of her nipples being
struck sent a surge of sexual fire from her breasts directly to her sex,
and created a sensation within her more intoxicating than anything else
she could conceive of. Primed for another run, she was almost tempted to
return her hands to her sex and bring herself off a second time, but
stopped herself at the last minute, not sure how much time she had left.
Lum's body eventually stopped shivering, and her mind slowly cleared as she lay there panting. Whatever depression she had been
feeling was blown away by the Oni-orgasm that she just endured, and was
replaced by a determination to make Ataru listen to her. Lifting up from
where she was laying, Lum looked down at the evidence of her intense
'self-study.' The intense and heady odor of her sweet nectar was
unmistakable as she bent her head down to investigate the large stain she
had produced on his sheets. She gave a slight smirk, and thought to
herself 'Maybe I should leave that for Darling. He may finally get the
hint.'
She glanced up at the clock again; it showed 5:35. 'Good,' she thought 'I have enough time to take a shower and get ready in case he
shows up.' She got up from Ataru's bed, her inner thighs and sex
glistening with the lubricating juices that were still rushing from the
confines of her sensitive vagina. She ran to the shower, gleefully
anticipating the night's events to come.
Running water announced a shower in progress. Soon the flow of water ended, and a refreshed "Ahh!" made its way from the bathroom. A
young man wrapped only in a towel emerged from the bathroom and made for
a nearby mirror.
"You're going to get a girl tonight, Megane!" he said to his reflection. He had worked extra hard to get the money needed to attend
the party being thrown tonight. He wasn't bringing anyone with him to
the social, but he was banking on bagging a wallflower soon after
arriving.
He donned his glasses, and was about to launch into a soliloquy over his 'imminent' sexual conquest when a cool breeze hit him. He
looked over and saw that his bedroom window was closed, and shrugged his
shoulders, assuming that the breeze was caused by the startup of the
heating system.
He walked over to his closet to retrieve his rented tux when a colder and stronger breeze hit him in the face. Puzzled, he opened his
closet and, "waaaahhhh!!!!"
Megane was knocked backwards as a mountain of white tackled him. He tried to run, but was unable to as he was pinned down by what had hit
him. It was heavy and ... cold? Freezing, actually. Slowly, Megane
managed to extricate himself from the pile of what he identified as snow.
He stood facing the closet and the aberrant snowdrift, puzzling over its
creation when a dainty voice issued a query.
"Excuse me, is this the Moroboshi residence?"Megane screamed, in shock over the unknown source of the voice, and in anger over the accursed name of his sometime-nemesis.
After getting out of the shower, Lum toweled herself off and donned another tiger-striped bikini from her endless supply. She stuffed a few
items into her Cleavage of Holding (TM), and prepared to hunt Ataru down
and drag him home.
She hadn't even gotten out of Ataru's bedroom door when suddenly the house shook and all power was lost. Afraid, she shut the door to
Ataru's room and locked it. Scurrying could be heard. What bothered her
most was that the scurrying was everywhere, and she couldn't pinpoint a
single source. Suddenly, out of nowhere, several black forms descended
from the ceiling and charged at her. Lum's defense instinct kicked in
and without even looking she pointed and vaporized one of the dark
figures with a lightning shot from her right hand. However, luck was
against her that day as a multitude of gloved hands descended on her body
before she could loose another salvo.
She struggled against the hands that found purchase on her body. She didn't know what to do as the hands roamed about her, roughly and
lewdly manipulating parts of her body that she'd reserved for her own or
Ataru's touch. The unwanted pleasure quickly gave way to pain as she
felt a sharp jab in her ass. Her vision blurred and she knew she was
quickly on her way to passing out. 'Shit! I've been drugged. I
can't...,' she thought, trying to maintain consciousness. Her body
jolted as the unseen individuals bound her arms and legs. Unable to
fight, she tried to scream. She opened her mouth to yell only to find a
gag quickly inserted. "Tell Prince Graven that we have the Oni Princess,
and are ..." was the last thing she heard as the darkness finally claimed
her.
Two men were standing outside the entrance to an enormous complex. Apparently they were in some sort of disagreement, as they were screaming
at the top of their lungs. The argument was cut short by the taller of
the two combatants when he said "HELL NO, DUMBASS! GET A LIFE AND GO
HOME!"
The man smirked as he walked towards his post at the entrance gate. "Well THIS sucks!" Ataru screamed at the guard as he stormed down the
sidewalk. All of his friends had left him behind to go to the high
school social event of the year. Every year the Tomobiki social was held
for all students. This year it was different because the students were
shelling out 4500 yen a head to get in the door. But there was a
provision where each student was allowed a guest to accompany them at no
additional charge. Since Ataru was perpetually broke, he couldn't afford
to pay his way in and had been hoping to coast in somehow with someone.
'Hell, what chance do I have now?' Ataru thought sourly to himself.
Most of the students happily ignored the cost, since it was THE event to see and be seen at. That meant that a lot of cute girls wearing
complicated clothing would be there vying for anyone's attention. Ataru
wanted to be at that babe-fest so badly that he could taste it.
Now Ataru normally would not have had any problem sneaking into the social. Indeed, his skulking techniques were the stuff of study by
various military Special Forces groups. However, this year the social
was not being held on school grounds. Unfortunately for Ataru, the
Mendou clan had volunteered their sprawling estate as the site for this
year's social (hence the expense. Normally the social was only 500 yen a
person). The unfortunate part was that the elaborate security setup on-
site easily foiled all of Ataru's attempts at penetration.
From a distance inside the gate, a white suited man watched the exchange. He chuckled to himself. Shutaro was enjoying Ataru's
discomfort far too much to allow him on the estate. Also, the lack of
commotion caused by Ataru's absence made the social all the more
enjoyable (not to mention easier to manage). He turned his attention
away from the weeping Moroboshi and back to the bevy of gorgeous women
that were jockeying for position in his field of view. He looked around,
and noticed that the one he hoped to see among them was not present.
Troubled, he ignored the press of women as he searched for the one he
could not find.
A buxom young lady with dark hair and a biker's outfit stood outside the Moroboshi residence. Having failed on numerous occasions she
had given up on trying to reach Lum at her spaceship and figured she'd
find her here at that loser Moroboshi's place. She hoped that the lech
wasn't home so she could avoid having to soil her outfit with his blood.
She was only there to see how Lum was doing since they hadn't spoken in
awhile. Ataru's presence would only cause an unwanted distraction.
As she approached the front door, the whole house shuddered violently. Not wasting any time, she wrenched open the front door and
threw it inside. Once in the house she heard an electric discharge and
what sounded like a wet explosion followed by the sounds of a struggle.
She bound upstairs as fast as her coltish young legs could carry her,
mindless of whatever danger was up there. Then at the top of the stairs
she heard a yelp, followed by some muffled talking originating from
Ataru's room.
She burst into the room just in time to see several black-clad figures. One had Lum draped over his shoulder. "What the hell do you
bastards think you're doing with Lum?" she screamed as she charged, her
biker's chain in hand.
The one with Lum on his shoulder yelled, "GET THAT BITCH!" as he headed towards the window. The young girl fought them valiantly, but was
unable to gain an advantage. She was outgunned and outmatched, and all
too quickly several gloved hands made their way to her. Once she had
been restrained, they tranked her and bound her up tightly.
"What'll we do with her?" one of the faceless ones inquired."I don't know. The Prince never said anything about what to do with eyewitnesses," replied another.
"Well, let's take her along and let the Prince decide her fate," the first one suggested.
"Good idea. Heh, two holes are better than one!" the second one said, fingering the biker girl's crotch before picking her limp body from
the floor.
Megane crawled over to his bed in terror, seeking refuge from his possessed closet by climbing under his blanket. Shuffling noises came
from his closet, gaining in volume. 'Whatever it is, it's getting
closer!' he worried to himself.
A figure in white made an entrance. An enchanting voice spoke from it. "Pardon me, but where am I?"
Megane slowly pulled the blanket down from over his head so he could see, and saw the face of an angel regarding at him intensely.
Gulping audibly, it took him a minute to find his voice. "Umm... you're
in ... my closet?" he chanced.
The figure shifted slightly, bringing a dainty hand to her perfect face to hide her mirth. She spoke again, hoping to alleviate this
strange man's worry. "You appear distressed. Who are you?"
He shifted nervously and said, "My friends call me Megane. And I'm distressed because my closet has never disgorged snow before. Or
beautiful women, for that matter." He blushed furiously, as he realized
what he'd just said.
The young woman blushed slightly. "My name is Oyuki. I am the Princess of Neptune, and I am looking for my friend Lum."
Comprehension dawned on Megane's face as he recognized the owner of the statuesque body standing before him. "Hey! I remember you now!
Wow... I don't believe we spoke too much the last time we met," he
mumbled.
Oyuki moved out of the closet and approached the opposite side of Megane's bed. She wasted no time in removing her covering, revealing a
much smaller outfit not unlike a one-piece bathing suit. "I apologize
for being so informal but I was getting awfully uncomfortable in that
heavy kimono. It is much warmer here than I am usually accustomed to,"
she said, indicating the heating vents as she spoke.
Drool started forming at the edges of Megane's mouth as his eyes traced the elegant curves of Oyuki's svelte body, the swimsuit leaving
little to his imagination. He struggled to speak. "I ... eh... I mean
... that's okay. Please make yourself comfortable," he stammered, hoping
that he'd get somewhere with her by acting graciously
"Thank you," she said politely, bowing slightly. Megane noted that as she spoke she never took her eyes off of his, and took that as an
encouraging sign. "I apologize for appearing in your closet," she
continued. "I was expecting to arrive at the Moroboshi residence, but
somehow I got misdirected."
"Ataru Moroboshi?" he said, slightly sickened. 'Why does that jerk have such a penchant for attracting beautiful women to himself?' Megane
despaired internally.
"Yes. I was looking for Lum," she explained, seeing Megane's distaste. "A mutual friend told me that Lum was feeling down and was not
communicating to anyone off-planet. I thought that it was rather odd
behavior for her, and decided to pay her a visit to see if there was
anything that I could do to cheer her up." Oyuki stopped talking
abruptly as she noticed for the first time that he was shirtless. She
tried not to be obvious about it as she looked him over, and to her
surprise she found herself liking what she saw.
Scheming wheels turned in Megane's mind during the period of silence. 'I would be the talk of the town if I walked into the social
with THIS babe on my arms. Moroboshi, eat your heart out!' Megane
snickered evilly and rubbed his hands together as if anticipating a major
victory. He chose his words carefully, "Well, I know that Shutaro Mendou
is having a party at his house. I would expect to see Lum there. In
fact, I am heading there myself and would be honored if you would attend
the social as my guest." Megane's confidence was building exponentially,
he concluded with, "You could meet Lum there, if you wish."
Oyuki was snapped out of her reverie at hearing Megane's voice, blushing slightly at being caught unawares. "Because of where I live, I
do not get to attend many celebrations. Therefore, I gladly accept your
invitation to the party, and your offer to act as my escort in locating
my friend Lum," she replied grandly, bowing gracefully and extending a
hand towards him.
'Thank you, God!' he thought, exultant. With a smile on his face, he jumped up to his feet. But as he stood up, his blanket fell away.
Unfortunately for Megane, with the blanket went the towel that he had
worn from the shower. As he stood completely erect, he noticed two
things. One, he was now standing thoroughly naked in front of a
beautiful young woman who happened to be not only a member of royalty,
but Lum's friend as well. Two, the Princess' hand, which had been
intended to help him up, was now resting lightly against his exposed
penis. He was too mortified to do anything but whimper.
The Snow Princess was likewise locked in her current pose, shock evident on her face as her hand remained pressed against his rising
member. A moment later she managed to say in a whispered voice, "Oh
my..."
Ataru cursed his luck. His hands would be deprived of the pleasure of groping/touching the warm skin of all of the sexy young women at the
social. However his frustration was not his only immediate concern, he
was also very hungry. He could not remedy his hunger because everything
in town was closed. In fact, nothing was going on tonight other than the
social. So not only was he unable to buy his way into the social, he was
also unable to buy away the hunger gnawing at his innards. "Dammit,
dammit, dammit, dammit, dammit!! Why me?!" he decried to the night sky.
Ataru jumped nine stories when he got a reply to his question."Have you looked in the mirror for your answer?" asked Cherry as he popped out of nowhere. "You should see how unlucky you look this
evening."
He checked his shorts to see just how badly he soiled them after the mumbling midget made his appearance. 'Whew! No worse than usual,'
thought Ataru as he returned his attention to the babbling monk. "How is
it that you can appear at the times when it's most annoying Cherry?"
Ataru asked in a pained voice.
"FATE!!""I should've known..." Ataru said sullenly. Cherry's presence could only spell doom for him some time in the immediate future. Seeing
no easy avenue of escape, he accepted his future doom (whatever it was
going to be) and walked with the monk.
"I may be predictable but I'm usually right." Cherry said, ignoring Ataru's mood.
"Anyway, you know where I can find some free food?" he said, his stomach completing a stanza from the '1812 Overture.'
"You should be at home. Isn't Lum throwing you a party for your anniversary?"
"I hope not. Her cooking stinks. I prefer starvation over death by food poisoning."
"That sort of attitude can get you hurt Ataru. You know that. You should also know that it's wrong for you to be so hard on Lum. She loves
you, Ataru. She wouldn't do anything to deliberately hurt you. Your
hormones are just making you too blind to see the obvious."
Ataru was taken aback by the Cherry's candor. Spoiling for a fight, he went on the offensive.
"What the hell do you know about love, you eating machine! Look at how she treats me! She hounds me all the time, treats me like a
lightning rod, makes a complete mess of my social life..."
"You have no social life!" Cherry correctly pointed out."That's NOT the point! Well, maybe it is. It's because of her interference that no-one wants to speak to me. All the guys are jealous
of me because of Lum's infatuation. All the girls refuse to talk to me,
especially Shinobu. We were going to get married before Lum showed up,
for crissakes!"
"Not true. Shinobu didn't propose to you until the last day of your infamous tag game with Lum."
"True, but Shinobu proposed to me BEFORE Lum did! But now I'm engaged to Lum, and Shinobu hates my guts. Lum's got a voluptuous body,
and Shinobu's got..., and... and... arrrgh!!!" Ataru yelled, pulling out
his hair in frustration.
"Regardless, you need to ask yourself the following. Who do *you* love?" Cherry asked. He eyed Ataru and grinned like a Cheshire cat.
Ataru blushed wildly and looked up to the sky. "That's too deep for me, Cherry. I don't even want to THINK about that right now. I'm
having enough trouble finding something to eat, much less sorting out my
so-called marital problems."
"Well, at least go home. It's a sure bet that you're not getting into the Mendou compound, so home is the only option you have left."
"You're a real font of enthusiasm, you know that?" Ataru deadpanned. Then his face took on a stronger look. "What's Lum got
waiting for me, Cherry?" he asked in a guarded voice.
"I can't tell you; it's a surprise." the monk replied coyly."You've already told me part of it you deranged monk! Spill it!" Ataru yelled, clocking Cherry on the head with his fist.
"Well I have, haven't I? Anyway I'll let you figure out the rest of it. Bye..." he yelled as he dashed away from Ataru.
"Wait!... damned monk." he yelled, but Cherry was nowhere to be seen. 'Hmmm, Lum said something about wanting me at home by 6:00.' He
looked at his watch . 'Damn! It's 5:55 right now, I've got to hurry!'
he thought in a rush as he broke into a run for home.
Shinobu was lost in the Mendou house. '1000 years and they couldn't create a map of the place? Figures!' she thought to herself.
She was completely lost in fact. She had left more than half an hour ago
and still couldn't find the bathroom. 'Of the several hundred bathrooms
that they're supposed to have in this place why can't I find one of
them?' she asked as her frantic search for a rest stop in the Mendou
complex continued.
Several minutes and hallways later, she heard someone approach. "Shinobu, there you are! I've been looking all over for you." It was
Mendou. "When I couldn't find you, I feared you had lost your way or
that something might have happened to you."
"Shutaro?" Shinobu asked with as much patience as she could muster."I'm here," he said reassuringly, acting as her rock."Bathroom?" she said through grit teeth, her eyes bugging out."Oh yes, I see! Well, there isn't a public lavatory for quite awhile. Can you hold it?"
"NO!""Then we must resort to using a lavatory in one of the bedrooms. Follow me, Shinobu."
Shinobu followed Mendou into one of the Quadrant's Master Bedrooms. As they entered, Mendou directed her to the toilet. "There you go."
"Thanks" she said as she continued to do the pee-pee dance."But of course my lady."A lightning-quick maneuver by Shinobu brought her into the bathroom, whereupon she gracelessly slammed the door and rummaged about
to get on the toilet.
From outside the bathroom Mendou heard a sound not unlike a downpour, then a huge sigh of relief.
Ataru raced through the streets to get home. Lum was waiting for him, and probably mad as hell. He had to get there before it was too
late. He glanced down at his watch as he ran up the sidewalk to his
house. It was 5:59. 'Good, I'm right on time,' he thought in relief.
Straightening himself up he walked up to the door. He was stunned to
find that the door was open. 'Correction' he told himself. 'Completely
wrenched from its hinges and lying on the floor inside the house,'
sounded better to him.
Ataru's expression turned from one of surprise to absolute anger as he realized what deep shit he'd be in when his parents returned from
their vacation in America. The house was a complete disaster. 'Add
housekeeping to Lum's list of "Don'ts", ' Ataru thought sourly as he
ascended the stairs to his room. "Lum?" he called out as he continued to
his room. "Uhh, Lum...?" he tried again, puzzled when he got no
response.
As he reached the top of the stairs, he noticed that the door to his bedroom was in the same shape as the door to the front of the house.
He was walking towards his room when the smell hit. It smelled like
someone tried to dry a wet dog in a microwave. The stench became
stronger as he continued towards his room. Ataru gasped when he saw the
fried corpse lying on the floor near his bed. He panicked as he saw one
of Lum's bikinis lying atop the ruined body. "Oh GOD NO! LUM!!!!!" he
screamed as he bolted into his room and approached the charred corpse.
As he knelt down before the body, he quickly realized two things. One,
the body was definitely not Lum's. Two, the damn thing stunk worse than
anything he could have ever conceived of. Ataru rushed over to the open
window and threw up violently onto the lawn, gagging over the sight and
smell of the corpse.
It took several minutes for him to recover his senses. Slowly he pushed himself back inside from where he'd been hanging out the window.
Holding his nose, he got the hell out of his room. Not looking where he
was running, he tripped on his displaced bedroom door and fell
downstairs. He really didn't care at the moment, however, since he was
too concerned with getting away. Once he made it to the bottom of the
staircase, his head impacted with the downstairs floor. One fleeting
thought rushed through his head before he lost consciousness, "Where the
hell are you, Lum?"
Panicked breathing issued from the still form of Megane. With one exception, he remained totally motionless. His hormones announced their
presence as his penis responded to the delicate touch of the beautiful
Princess' hand and began rising towards her. Unsure of what was going to
happen next, he closed his eyes and grit his teeth determined to accept
whatever punishment she deemed necessary to mete out for this gross
transgression.
What she did next surprised both of them. She slid her hand slowly off of his fully erect member, and knelt down so that she faced it. "I
haven't seen a naked man before. Wow..." With a fascinated look on her
face she extended her hand out again and touched the head of his penis
with her fingertips.
Megane hissed inwardly as she made contact. It was the first time that deliberate contact had been made with that organ by anything other
than his hand. And her gentle caress felt GOOD! Damn good! A grunt
worked its way out of his mouth as the pleasure of her caress registered
in his mind, and he felt sure that she wasn't going to flay him alive for
exposing himself in front of her.
At his grunt, she looked up at him, but never removed her stroking hand from his member. "I hope I'm not being unkind. Does this bother
you?" she asked, honestly concerned.
That seemed to bring Megane around again. His mind was racing, but his mouth seemed to be glued shut. It took an act of sheer will to keep
from spraying her face with his seed right there. With an effort just
short of ripping the words from his mouth, he responded to her in a
shuddering breath. "No Oyuki-sama. A... a... ac... actually it feels
very nice."
They both laughed nervously, unsure of what to do next. Megane decided to take the initiative and grasped her hand, hoping that the lull
in activity would calm his raging member. He led her over to his side of
the bed and lay down, but never letting his gaze leave the princess'
eyes. He knew just how impossible this whole situation was, and also
knew that he'd be kicking himself for the rest of his life if he didn't
take advantage of this situation, immediately!
She knelt next to him at the side of the bed, between Megane's trembling legs. She bent forward and got a closer look at his rock-hard
penis. Oyuki was no stranger to the *concept* of sex, but until now she
had never had the opportunity to put that concept into action. However,
right now she couldn't deny that she was getting very aroused by the fact
that she held a young man's virile sex in her hand. Seeing that he
wanted to as badly as she did, Oyuki decided to go further letting her
curiosity get the better of her.
She reached out again, and grasped the shaft gingerly, and began to slowly stroke her hand up and down its length. Her fingers registered
how deceptively smooth the skin of his iron-hard rod was, and she found
herself liking the little beast more and more. She saw that Megane was
enjoying what she was doing at least as much as she was, and smiled to
herself with satisfaction as she let her hands continue their rambling
path across his pulsating member.
Megane was in sheer bliss. Here was a woman, a stranger really who far exceeded any of his best dreams, kneeling in front of him and sliding
her exquisite hands up and down the whole of his manhood, in his bedroom,
ON HIS BED! He fixated his attention on how delicate her touch was as
she massaged his stiffened rod.
She said that she may have come from colder climes, but Megane knew that she was obviously a very hot-blooded animal. Her dainty hands were
like fire against the sensitive skin of his rod, and the sensations of
her hands rubbing against his member were such that Megane almost lost
it, and had to lock his muscles to keep from going over the edge.
"Yesss, that's sooooooo goooooddd..." he ground out roughly through grit
teeth, holding back the inevitable storm with all of his might as she
continued to stroke on.
Oyuki's gaze remained locked onto Megane's penis as she caressed it with her hand, gently trying to coax ever-higher levels of ecstasy from
its owner. She could feel the abundance of heat it was emitting, like a
furnace against her skin. The pulsing of his blood as it coursed through
the veins of his erection brought to mind visions of raw, untamed power,
intensifying her excitement as a result.
Wanting more than just touching it, she leaned over so her face was hovering over the head of his throbbing penis. She stared at it
intently, knowing what she wanted to do with it, but unsure of how to go
about it. She licked her lips in anticipation, letting the heat
emanating from Megane's rod wash against her face. She hovered there for
a bit, her breath cascading across the head of his penis and down the
length of the shaft.
Megane almost lost it again right there. Her breath against his stiffened rod was like an angel's caress that sent an electric thrill
coursing through him, and caused him to let a long, strangled sigh escape
his mouth. He kept a steel grip himself, hoping to hold out as long as
he could. He didn't know what she would think of him if he came on the
Snow Princess' face, so he exerted control over himself that he didn't
know he had, and managed to dampen the raging impulse to let loose his
restraint and bathe the fair lady with his cum.
Oyuki grasped his penis at its base, and aimed it for her mouth. Slowly she brought her head down until her lips were grazing against the
head of his rod. She ignored Megane's whimpering, knowing that he was in
no pain, but instead enjoying what she was doing to him. She suppressed
slight giggles as the hot skin of Megane's tool tickled the sensitive
skin of her lips.
Wanting to experiment and take it slow, Oyuki draped her lips over the top of the head, barely covering half of the head. Bobbing her head
around slightly, she caressed the pulsing skin with the slickened surface
of her inner lips. She could tell that she was on the right track by the
way Megane was reacting to her treatment of his organ, and soon she was
ready to go the rest of the way.
With deliberate slowness, she parted her lips further and invited Megane into the slick confines of her mouth. She enveloped the red and
swollen head of his member with her warm lips, moving her head up and
down slightly. The movement caused her lips to rub across the top of his
rod in a slow and even motion. The contact was making Megane insane with
sexual tension. His mind was doing high-level gymnastics flips as it
registered the glorious feeling of the head of his rod being completely
immersed in the loving warmth of Oyuki's mouth.
She pushed her tongue forward to taste Megane's prick as she flicked it back and forth across the swollen knob. Not getting a
negative reaction from Megane, she went further, sending her tongue out
and licking greedily across the whole head of his penis. Megane's hands
balled into fists as he fought to keep his impending orgasm at bay.
Oyuki saw that he was getting close, so she opened her mouth all the way
and slowly brought her head down.
Megane saw stars. Well, at least it felt like he was in orbit. His rod was engulfed in a warm, wet, tantalizing environment unlike
anything that he had ever experienced before. In short, it was
fantastic. He began breathing heavily, and brought his hands up and
placed them gently on Oyuki's head. As she continued to lower her mouth
on his tool, he ran his fingers through her bluish-gray hair. "Ohh ...
Oyuki-sama ...," he moaned as the Snow Princess devoured his manhood.
Oyuki kept on descending until she couldn't take anymore in her mouth. After eventually accepting most of his member in her mouth, she
brought her head back up, running her tongue along the back of his shaft.
Then her bead began a rhythmic rise and fall on his penis, her cheeks
puckering inward on the upstroke as her luscious lips kept a tight seal
on the circumference of his rod. She kept up a steady stroke on his rod,
pausing occasionally at the top to roll her tongue over the whole of the
head.
Not used to giving a man head, her jaw was getting sore from her mouth being open so long. So with a slurping noise, she pulled him out
of her mouth and started running her tongue along the underside of his
shaft, giving her aching jaw muscles a chance to relax. She descended,
nipping at the side of his rod with her lips. When she reached the base
of Megane's tool, she nuzzled his balls with her nose. She giggled
slightly as his hair tickled her face; the vibrations from the giggling
almost sending Megane off.
A small part of Megane's hormone-choked mind thought to complain after she pulled him out of her mouth, but nixed that idea when she began
licking the outside of his rod. Sighing contentedly, he continued to
caress the fair Princess' head while she administered relief to his
aching manhood.
Oyuki took Megane's balls in her hands and gently fondled them, and rubbed them against her face and occasionally sucked on them gently with
her lips. Then inspiration struck, and she took one of his balls into
her mouth, rotating her tongue lazily over it. Megane's shuddering
breath told her that she was on the right path. She continued rolling
one of his balls in her mouth while rubbing the shaft of his penis with
her dainty hand.
But it wasn't long before she hungered for the taste of his penis again, and rose her head up from his sack. Licking her lips, she
hungrily popped his member back in her mouth and resumed her nursing.
Inflamed with passion now, she pumped her head up and down his shaft
rapidly, swallowing the excess saliva that had been generated by the
constant, rapid movement of her tongue against his rod.
She moved herself forward a little to get more of him into her mouth, and felt her thighs getting slippery. She realized that her sex
was soaking through the fabric of her outfit, and coating her crotch
liberally. She was getting hot, and couldn't restrain herself from
snaking a hand down and rubbing her crotch through the drenched fabric of
her outfit.
Megane had experienced orgasms in the past, but the buildup that he was feeling now from the tip of his rod to the pit of his stomach made
everything that came before pale by comparison. Oyuki's mouth was
nothing short of sentient pleasure as it rose and descended on his
manhood, and he could hear his breathing getting louder and more ragged
as the minutes progressed. The tension was wound so tightly within him
that all of a sudden his muscles locked, and he shouted out as his nerves
reached their peak, and forced him to release. Megane reflexively
brought his hands down on Oyuki's head, pushing her head down further on
his member. Quickly he said, "Oh God... I'm COMING!"
On the downstroke, she'd noticed an unusual taste in her mouth. That was all the warning Oyuki got before Megane's hands pushed her
against his penis. Right after shouting, Megane flooded her mouth was
with a hot, salty liquid that threatened to completely overwhelm her
mouth and throat. Quickly, she swallowed to avoid choking. She knew
what it was, and found that the taste wasn't quite what she'd expected.
However it wasn't a terrible taste, so she swallowed his seed before her
mouth filled to overflowing.
As the sensation of ecstasy fled his body, the pressure that Megane's hands were exerting against her head relaxed, and Oyuki was able
to move her head again. She kept his penis in her mouth as it twitched;
bobbing her head up and down slightly while licking and sucking it,
savoring and swallowing whatever drops of his essence she could get from
the exhausted organ.
Megane was happy. Speechless, but happy. His dazzled body lay on his bed gulping in air, as his hands roamed affectionately over Oyuki's
head while she used her mouth to play with his deflating penis. Feeling
that she'd gotten everything out of him that was possible, for the moment
anyway, Oyuki brought her head off of Megane's flaccid rod and let it
fall from her lips and into her awaiting hand.
She laid it against his abdomen, and kissed it gently on the top of the shaft, then swallowed to clear her throat. On her hands and knees,
Oyuki moved up against Megane's body so they could look into each other's
eyes. "Megane, I..." she said, trying to figure out what to say. She
reached a hand up towards his, hoping that he wanted her as badly as she
wanted him.
Megane saw the hand approach, and gladly took it in his when it was within reach. He pulled her towards him, bringing her up so that they
were face to face, with her clothed body lying atop his naked one. His
eyes locked on the captivating sight of her face, as he engraved in his
mind every facet of her delicate features.
No woman had ever been this close to him before in his life. She was so BEAUTIFUL! Megane could scarcely believe his luck. He reached a
hand up, and caressed Oyuki's cheek gently. Knowing that he might never
get such an opportunity again, he reached his head up and kissed her
gingerly on the lips.
Oyuki tentatively touched her lips with his as their faces came together. As their lips met, she moaned appreciatively. She felt a
strange tingling suffusing her whole body as the warm, soft skin of his
lips caressed hers. Oyuki felt the sensual wave of pleasure originating
from her breasts begin to concentrate at her sex, spurring her onward and
filling her with a passionate desire for more.
Their kiss became more intense, Megane extending both of his arms in an ardent embrace around the Snow Princess' petite form. One of his
hands rested on her flank near her breast and the other grabbed the cheek
of her tight ass lewdly. After that, all bets were off. They began
kissing in earnest, his mouth parting to send his tongue into her mouth.
Feeling the invader at her lips, she thrust hers outward to connect with
his, their tongues wrapped together in a lewd dance of passion in their
mouths.
Megane could taste a hint of his seed as his tongue explored Oyuki's mouth, and that drove home the fact that she had chosen to do
this with HIM. She was wonderful, a godsend. He could expend reams of
paper describing the emotions that gushed through him, but the only thing
that he could say that would matter was that he wanted her. Badly.
"Oyuki-sama... You feel so ... Can I ... ?"
"Yes, Megane-kun. I want to as badly as you do." She replied in a shuddering whisper. With that, she rose from the bed, running her hand
down Megane's chest and stomach as she got up. Once standing, she turned
so she faced away from Megane and reached back to unzip her 'swimsuit.'
She pulled the straps over her shoulders and stood with her legs parted,
letting the small bit of sopping wet cloth fall to the floor beneath her.
The Snow Princess brought her arms up across her chest and crotch, and
stood unmoving, her back and shapely ass still facing Megane.
He sat up on his bed and reached out to touch her bare hip. She slowly rotated at his urging, facing him with her hands and arms timidly
covering her private regions.
"I'm sorry. I'm a bit nervous... I've never done this before," she said delicately. Oyuki's angelic face looked downwards at the floor,
avoiding his gaze as she wondered how she appeared to Megane. She'd
never exposed herself to a man before, and didn't know if she was
appealing to him.
Megane gave her a caring look and stood in front of her, his eyes never leaving hers. He put his hands on her bare shoulders, rubbing them
gently. "You have nothing to fear, Oyuki-sama," he said earnestly,
hoping to convey confidence to her. "You are the most beautiful woman I
have ever met. Trust me, please." He kissed her again on the lips, and
brought his hands up to grab her wrists gently. Pulling slightly, he
disengaged her covering hands from what they were protecting, then sat
down, viewing a piece of living art.
She held her hands at her sides, and stood stock still like a statue. He lifted his gaze, and gazed over her. She was perfection.
Two beautifully rounded breasts that were capped by small pink nipples
and aureole offset her pearlescent skin. The eraser-sized nipples stood
erect against the silken skin of her breasts, and the whole of her young
body was covered in goosebumps. She shivered slightly under his intense
scrutiny, anticipation causing her heart to race and her nerves to be on-
edge.
His eyes lowered past her ribs and firm abdomen. He paused his view of her body at the juncture of her legs. His manhood twitched
between his legs as he caught sight of the pouting lips of her vagina,
somewhat visible behind the thin curtain of wispy, bluish-gray hair that
covered her sex. The hair and lips of her sex seemed to glisten
slightly, almost as if it were wet. In fact, her inner thighs appeared
wet too.
Reaching out, he grabbed her by her hips and pulled her to him. They collapsed on his bed, her hips still in his hands as she lay on top
of him. Megane's manhood stirred to full prominence, her naked body
pressed against his quickly adding to his excitement. He moved his hands
up and down her back, reaching down occasionally to cup the cheeks of her
ass in his hands and knead them gently, intensifying the wonderful
tingling sensation that was building up in Oyuki's fertile nexus. He
kissed her neck while his hands explored her backside, and whispered in
her ear, telling her how beautiful she was and how good she felt to him.
Oyuki tightened her embrace at his words, delighted that he like her, and
expectant of what he would do to her next.
Megane rotated while holding her body against his. He lay on his side, and she on her back, so that they could look at each other
unobstructed.. Megane moved his head down a bit, and grazed the petal-
soft lips of her mouth with his as he took her up in a slow kiss. Oyuki
closed her eyes and returned the kiss, her hands stroking his face and
running through his hair as their lips meshed in a passionate joining.
He moved his hands from her back and up her flanks, his fingers sliding
effortlessly across her delicate skin. Stopping his hands at her
shoulders, Megane shifted down slightly on his bed, breaking the kiss and
bringing his head downward.
Megane's head hovered over one of her breasts. Possessed of a childlike curiosity, he brought one of his hands up and made first
contact with her right breast.
"ahhh..." Oyuki cooed loudly, surprised at the intensity of the feelings caused by her breast being handled by another person's hand.
Her breathing quickened, emphasizing her breasts in a most enjoyable way
for Megane. The suddenness of her reaction startled her, but didn't stop
her from enjoying the feeling of his hands on her. She gladly gave into
it, savoring the sweet sensations of skin on skin contact Megane's hands
were generating as they coursed across the rounded swell of her breast.
His hands moved to the base of her breast. It was remarkably soft and warm, and very pliant. He took it in his hand and squeezed slightly,
eliciting a stifled moan from Oyuki in the process. He slid the hand up
to the stiffened nipple, taking it between his thumb and forefinger to
rub it gently. "Yesss... Megane-kun...," was all Oyuki could say as
intense jolts of pleasure coursed from her breast with every twist of
Megane's fingers.
Her body was ablaze with an intense sexual desire that raced across every nerve of her body, leaving her speechless. Oyuki didn't quite know
what to think about the flood of new sensations she was feeling. She was
familiar with some of the things she was feeling, because she had
explored herself in the past. But the sensations Megane was setting off
in her were far more intense than anything she ever conjured up with her
own hands.
Her arousal almost became uncontainable as she suddenly felt something warm and wet slide across her other breast. She opened her
eyes to see what was making that heavenly feeling and saw Megane's face
hovering over her other breast, his tongue licking the constricted pink
aureole and smooth skin immediately surrounding it. Oyuki bit down on
her lips and closed her eyes, moaning louder as his tongue swirled around
the soft skin of her young breast. She arched her back, thrusting her
breasts up into Megane's face and hands.
Oyuki heard a slight "mmfff" of surprise as his face was suddenly pillowed by her pert breast, so she playfully brought her hands up to
Megane's head and held him against her burgeoning chest. The breast
covered his mouth and nose making it difficult for him to breathe
properly, but he did not seem to mind the loving suffocation as he
continued his oral exploration of the swell of her breast.
His inexperienced mouth made loud slurping noises as he released and recaptured parts of her breast with his lips and tongue. He immersed
himself in his senses as he ran a course across the rounded shape of her
breast. It was warm to the touch. Her flawless skin felt as smooth as a
silken sheet and she tasted divine. As he nursed at her breasts he
prayed fervently that this moment would never end.
Oyuki's head moved from side to side in unbridled ecstasy as Megane captured the erect nipple between his dexterous lips and sucked it into
his mouth. She rubbed his head more vigorously, urging him to continue
his work.
He got the message, moving his mouth off of the reddened and swollen nipple and placed it between her breasts. He breathed deeply of
her cleavage, inhaling the intoxicatingly sweet fragrance of her body and
enjoying the feel of her virgin skin as her breasts rubbed against both
sides of his face. With his hands he gently pushed her breasts inward so
that they cushioned his face completely, and enjoyed a feeling so
soothing and comfortable that he didn't want to let go.
He enhanced the feeling by moving his face up and down while rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. Oyuki grabbed Megane's hair in her
hands so tightly that she threatened to pull clumps out of his head, the
friction of his facial contact with her chest being almost more than she
could bear.
Megane's member was rock hard by this point and was pressing against Oyuki's left leg. His straining erection called his attention to
the rest of her young body, and he found himself eager to explore more of
the Princess' perfect body.
Continuing to stroke her tits with his hands, he moved his face away from the comfortable valley that existed between her breasts. He
licked and kissed his way down her chest and stomach as he aimed for her
awaiting sex, his roaming tongue savoring the salty taste of the
Princess' body glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. Oyuki's skin was
hypersensitive because of her extreme arousal, causing her to twitch
every time Megane's mouth made contact with her body while small sparks
of light flashed from within her closed eyes.
He could smell the musky fragrance emanating from Oyuki's sex. The delightful scent seemed to urge him to speed up his descent to the
undiscovered country between her legs. Megane was so worked up with lust
by this point that he rapidly rained kisses on her taut skin as he moved.
He brought his hands around and stroked the underside of her breasts,
tickling the ridges of her ribs with his fingertips. She heaved her
chest upward towards his playful hands, eagerly responding to his touch.
Tendrils of pleasure wended their way throughout her body as his hands concentrated on her breasts and ribs. His head paused his descent
momentarily to trace an outline around her navel. He laughed lightly as
the downy-soft hairs that covered the skin of her stomach tickled his
puckered lips.
Feeling more playful, Megane would occasionally dip his tongue into her navel and wiggle it around, eliciting short gasps and giggles from
Oyuki. His hands slid down past his face as his tongue bathed her navel,
coming to rest at the pointed ends of her sharply-defined hips. Megane
rubbed his fingers across the skin of her hips, tracing the bony ridges
gingerly with his index finger. Oyuki closed her eyes and released a
shuddering breath, her heart beating rapidly as her body verged on
overloading on all the sensations that she was experiencing. With his
head moving out of reach, Oyuki brought her hands up to her breasts to
continue the stimulation that Megane had begun so nicely.
His head reached the fertile nexus of her femininity and stopped abruptly. Here was the one area on a girl's body that he'd dreamt of
getting into times uncounted for most of his teen years, and now it was
laid out willingly before him awaiting his experimental touch.
Megane licked his lips in anticipation as he looked at her hips and crotch. His curiosity had helped him to ignore his straining member that
had been rubbing against Oyuki's leg the whole time he had been enjoying
her body. He had almost cum twice as his rod slid across the smooth
shaven legs of the royal beauty, but was thankful that he had managed to
restrain himself. He wanted her to enjoy herself before he came again.
Avoiding her sex for the moment, he slowly slid his hands down from her hips until they rested on her thighs. He could feel her legs
trembling as his fingers rested on the inside of her thighs, and knew
that she was enjoying the treatment he was giving her. Gently he grabbed
a thigh in each hand, his fingers sliding between her shapely gams as he
guided her legs apart. Oyuki willingly parted her legs at his silent
urging, drawing her feet towards her ass as she brought her legs up and
away from each other.
The first thing Megane noticed as he looked at her was the thin sheen of her honey as it glistened on the blue-gray hair of her sex and
along her silken thighs. He brought his hands up to her knees and slowly
drew them down her inner thighs in a gentle caress. As his fingers slid
down her inner thighs he moved his mouth to one of her legs.
He inhaled deeply of the intoxicating scent emanating from her, the heady odor adding to his arousal and causing his penis to threaten to
explode if it didn't receive relief soon. He ignored his straining
member as his lips met on her thigh, his tongue extending slightly from
his open mouth to savor the bittersweet tang of her cum as he coursed
across her slickened thigh.
Oyuki's cooing rose in volume as Megane tantalized the areas immediately surrounding her sex. Seemingly bursting at the seams with
pent-up sexual desire she caressed her breasts vigorously, twisting and
pulling on the nipples almost to the point of pain.
Megane decided to go for the gusto and brought his face and hands to her pubic mound. Gently he fingered the hairs of her sex to the side,
revealing her erect clit as it peeked out from under the hood that
normally obscured it. He smiled as his face was bathed in the heat and
musky perfume of her sex and figured that he was about to enjoy himself a
lot. Megane extended his finger out and traced along the outer edges of
her vaginal lips, pressing the delicate tissue gently.
"... aaaaHHAAAaaaah ..." Oyuki shouted through clenched teeth as her eyes snapped wide open to occupy a large portion of her face. Her
hands trembled and she was now sweating profusely. She'd never felt a
sensation as intense as this, and wondered if she could take much more.
Megane lowered his lips to the delta of her sex and touched his tongue to her cum-soaked slit. He dragged his tongue up and down her
slit, stopping just above her beckoning chasm on the downstroke, or just
beneath her clit on the upstroke. He relished the taste of her fresh
cum, the warm, bittersweet fluid producing an electrical thrill that ran
through his body as it ran over his tongue and down his throat.
Oyuki moaned anew as she felt herself getting closer. Her desire was motivating her hands as she obscenely intensified the manipulation of
her breasts, her lust becoming primal. Developing a thirst for more of
her honey, Megane drove his tongue into the small opening of her sex.
His fluttering tongue sent her over the edge as he probed about her sex,
hunting for any hint of her essence.
Oyuki's mind momentarily fled to another plane of existence as she succumbed to a minor orgasm. Megane swallowed repeatedly as a small rush
of her cum met his lips at the entrance to her heavenly sex. He brought
his lips to her opening and sent his tongue probing deep inside of her.
He wormed it around the tight confines of her vagina, greedily claiming
as much of her cum as he could. Meanwhile, her sex-choked mind could
feel him bring his lips to her sex and in the distance she heard him
sucking on the sensitive inner labia of her vagina. The feeling of
Megane's mouth on her privates was pure decadence. She was delirious
with pleasure as she endured the unwavering manipulation Megane was
offering her, and knew that it wouldn't take much to send her off again.
Her sex-crazed mind had her wondering with expectation at what he might
do next.
Having taken from her of all of the honey she had, Megane moved his head up and locked his gaze on her throbbing clit. The red and swollen
nub was protruding out quite a bit from its protective hood, seemingly
beckoning to him. Megane answered its call, opening his mouth and
lowering his head to surround her clit with the warm, wet skin of his
lips and tongue.
Oyuki's hips lurched upwards at Megane's initial contact with her love button, sending her sex deeper against his churning tongue. Oyuki's
breathing became labored and she squeezed her eyes shut as Megane
fluttered his tongue vigorously over her clit and hummed deeply. The
combination of contact and vibrations sent Oyuki's body into uncontrolled
thrashes. She could feel herself about to go over the edge again, and
wasn't sure how long she could hold herself back.
Although it was a bit awkward for him, Megane brought a hand to her vagina and extended his middle finger to trace the outer edge of her
opening as he sucked unabated on her clit. The orbiting finger probed
the opening of her sex a few times, then pushed its way inside her body.
Again, she lunged forward as he penetrated her sex with his long finger,
and she bit down on her lips until they grew white, moaning deeply all
the while.
He smiled to himself as he enjoyed the feeling of the warm, wetness of her vagina as it surrounded his finger. He wiggled the finger a bit
inside her sex, and felt her walls gripping him slightly and encouraging
him to move deeper into her. Megane slid his finger inward until it
struck a barrier right before it would have been buried to the hilt
inside of her.
Oyuki yelped in surprise and jerked her hips up and back instinctively as he hit her virgin wall, her body wanting to avoid the
cause of the sudden pain. Understanding what he had touched and why she
jumped, Megane began stroking his finger such that he wouldn't hit her
hymen again.
The pain disappeared in an instant as Megane's sliding finger brought another mind-numbing wave of pleasure to Oyuki. She knew she was
at the brink, and wanted him inside her for the finish, 'and to hell with
the pain,' she added determinedly. "Meh... Meh... Megane-kun. I want
you... nowww..." she said huskily, hoping to entice him to enter her.
Entice him, hell. He was ready to burst just sitting there fingering and eating away at her. Out of control, he jumped up and
grabbed her by the hips and turned her over on her stomach. Guessing at
what he was going to do, Oyuki propped herself up on her knees and pushed
her ass up. Megane took his member in his hands and approached her from
the rear.
He pressed the head of his penis against the drenched, pouting lips of her sex and groaned as the head of his member made tentative contact
with the slick warmth of her vaginal opening. Aroused to the point of
near insanity, he grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him.
"Oh, God!" Megane shouted as the swollen head of his penis slid past the opening of her canal. With a slow push, his rod began sliding
deeper inside her. 'God, she's tight! Oh, sweet heaven!' he thought to
himself, a look of complete rapture on his face. The warmth and slick
feeling of her sex was intoxicating to him as his sensitive member slid
down within the tight confines of her vagina. With small nudges, he
pushed his invading member deeper into the delicious body of Princess
Oyuki.
Megane's knees threatened to buckle from the overwhelming sensation of his rod sliding deeper within her. The throbbing walls of her moist
sex enveloped his penis, massaging it tenderly. The heat of her body
electrified every nerve along the entire expanse of his rod's sensitive
skin. He felt like he was entering a paradise, and knew that nothing
else in his life compared to being inside of Oyuki's tender self.
Oyuki moaned into the blanket as she lay there with her face pressed into it atop Megane's bed. She could feel his member penetrating
deeper into her, stretching the walls of her vagina and giving her a
feeling of fulfillment the likes of which she'd never dreamed of.
Her hands gripped tightly at the blanket and she grit her teeth ferociously as she fought to keep herself from going off too soon. Sweat
poured down her delicate cheeks and her nostrils flared from her intense
breathing. She was anxious for him to proceed, and began pushing her
body back towards Megane. She wanted all of him, now!
Oyuki was definitely a tight fit but she was so worked up that Megane's momentum never abated. His sliding member moved slowly inward
until the head made contact with her hymen, causing Oyuki to yelp again.
"Now?" he managed to gasp out. All Oyuki could do was shake her head in
the affirmative.
Megane placed his hands against her ass and drew his penis out slowly, earning an elongated moan from Oyuki. He then lay himself
against her back and cupped her dangling breasts in his hands. As he
leaned forward he pushed his rod back in again, eliciting a long moan
from himself. He was very close to coming, but he wanted them to go off
together.
He began to insert and withdraw rhythmically, penetrating only as far as her hymen before he pulled himself back. He did this for several
strokes until he figured she was too worked up to feel the inevitable
pain. Then he drew his hips back until his member was almost completely
out of her clenching vagina and then arched his hips forward and pushed
in hard. Megane felt it resist against the head of his rod momentarily
then suddenly give way, and boy did he know it when it went.
Oyuki screamed loudly. She hadn't expected the pain to be as sharp and intense as it had been when Megane's penis had run her through. The
previously delicate and demure princess started bucking wildly trying to
throw Megane off of her. But Megane's mind was too far gone to stop when
she screamed and his hands were firmly latched onto her breasts as he
fought to stay on top of her. She had survived the moment, however, and
was still very much aroused. As pleasure began replacing the sharp pain,
Oyuki began countering his thrust to hurry the process as he continued
driving further inward.
Once her maidenhead had been sundered, his penis suddenly had more space to fill. Megane never stopped pushing and continued on inward
until he was buried to the hilt inside her. Once he knew the worst was
over, he sat motionless for a second, savoring the feeling of his whole
member being enveloped by Oyuki's sweet body.
He moved his face downward so that his nose was buried in her long, dark hair. The sweet scent of her turned him on even more. He reached
up and kissed her on the back of the neck and resumed stroking her
breasts with his hands. Then he arched his back a bit and withdrew his
rod until he was almost out of her again.
Keeping his hands on the sensitive swells of her breasts, he slowly pushed himself back into her cavern until he was completely buried inside
her. Slowly he began pumping in earnest, his rod sliding effortlessly in
and out of Oyuki's unrestricted passage. Close to release, Megane
increased the tempo of his movements and placed his hands on her hips for
deeper penetration.
Oyuki's pain had diminished completely, as Megane's thrusts grew quicker and deeper. The pleasure from his stroking member greatly
outweighed the pain until it was but a memory. Megane's thrusts
continually grew harder and harder, until the bed started shaking along
with Oyuki. Her breasts swayed back and forth in a pendulous motion, her
nipples glancing against the soft fabric of the bed sheets and sending
her out of her mind. Hungry for an end she began pushing back in earnest
and squeezing her abdominal muscles to tighten the opening of her vagina.
He pumped away rhythmically, his penis enjoying the extra depth it now had to work with. He began grunting in time with his impacts as he
lunged again and again into her tight little box. Oyuki helped him along
by moving her hips in concert with Megane's lunges; timing her movements
to provide him with the deepest penetration possible, so it wasn't long
before his rod was touching her cervix.
He continued stroking in and out of her at full tilt, their skin slapping together in a staccato rhythm as Megane's hips collided again
and again with her shapely ass. Suddenly a low, fractured moan could be
heard coming from Oyuki. The moaning gained in intensity until she
started shouting through clenched teeth in time to his thrusts, "Ahh Ahh
Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahh Ahhhh .... AHHHHHHH..."
As her shouting increased, the force of Megane's thrusting increased sympathetically. He could feel Oyuki's body shudder as the
beginnings of an orgasm washed through her. Unable to contain himself
anymore, Megane grunted loudly and buried his penis in her as far as he
could go. His eyes rolled up in the back of his head and his penis
twitched endlessly as he shot gob after gob of hot cum inside the young
Princess.
Seemingly endless streams of his seed splashed against her insides, and she could swear she felt each twitch of his penis. Complementing
Megane's river of cum was Oyuki's orgasm, which hit her like a tidal wave
of concentrated pleasure. She'd screamed until she had expelled all the
air from her lungs, leaving her flushed and breathless. Her legs
clenched together tightly when it hit, capturing Megane's spurting member
inside her.
Trapped inside of her churning sex, Megane shot his seed into her until he couldn't keep himself upright anymore, and collapsed in a dead
heap. His body shuddered as his lungs gulped for air, his mind so far
gone he barely had the presence of mind to hold onto her. He was too
exhausted to move, so he lay on top of her again with his penis still
buried to the hilt inside her sex.
Oyuki's vagina was rimmed with Megane's cum and small rivulets of it leaked from the reddened outer lips of her sex and traced a path down
her thighs. Her pubic hair was matted against her sex by both of their
juices.
Both breathed hard as they came down from their sexual high. They didn't realize it, but they were panting together in synchronicity. With
his manhood still buried inside her, Oyuki moved her arms out and her
legs down so that she lay flat on her stomach. She felt the wonderful
heat spilling off of Megane's sweaty body as he lay on her back, and felt
a small amount of surprise that she could support his weight so easily.
She grabbed Megane's hand, which was laying near her face, and brought it
to her lips to kiss it. She smiled to herself, wishing that this moment
wouldn't end. Apparently Megane felt the same, because he started
kissing the nape of her neck and playing with one of her earlobes with
his lips and tongue.
Feeling his penis go soft inside her, Megane sat up and pulled himself out of her. As he withdrew his cum-soaked rod, Oyuki rotated so
she was laying on her back. Megane sat up on his bed on his knees for a
moment to look at her, and saw to his amusement that she had a dazzled
look on her face.
Oyuki looked at the instrument of her pleasure and reached out to touch it. Megane's flaccid member twitched as her tiny hand made contact
with it. She slid her fingers around it, her warm and slick lubrication
and his cum making his tool very slippery. Megane groaned as she brought
her head to his slickened member and kissed the drooping instrument on
its head.
He lay down with Oyuki, and gently stroked her sweat-soaked hair away from her eyes and forehead. Then bringing the hand back down, he
caressed her face, tracing a fingertip across her mouth and down to her
chin. Smiling lightly, he wrapped his arms around her, holding her in an
embrace which she returned happily.
After holding each other for a few moments, Megane spoke. "Oyuki-sama, I..."
"Megane-kun. We've just shared the most treasured and private parts of ourselves with each other. You don't have to resort to
formalities with me anymore," she half-scolded, half-requested.
Megane's smile deepened. "Yes, Oyuki-chan ... ... That was the most *incredible* experience of my life. Th... Thank you."
"Thank *you*, Megane-kun. Believe me, what just happened was most unexpected. This sort of thing has never happened to me before," She
traced a finger down the side of Megane's face, and across his lips.
"But I'm very glad it did." Megane smiled at the contact, and darted his
tongue out of his mouth to lick the roving finger as it passed by. "You
were very kind to me, and I enjoyed it immensely," she said in her
cultured tone, which (to Megane) made her sound very sexy.
"And I you, Oyuki-chan." he said. He couldn't think of anything else to say since his mind was still reeling from the aftereffects of
sex. He looked over her young body again, and thought to himself,
'You're the most beautiful thing to enter my life, Oyuki.' His thoughts
were disrupted as something nagged him from the back of his scrambled
mind. "Oh! I almost forgot about the social! You still want to go,
don't you?"
Oyuki smiled, holding back her laughter at Megane's sudden change of subject. "Absolutely, Megane-kun. Hopefully we'll be able to spend a
lot of time together from now on." Oyuki brought her hand up to Megane's
face and caressed it.
Megane's broad grin answered that unasked question. "Oyuki-chan, we need to get showered if we're going to attend the social." He kissed
her lightly on the lips.
"Not just yet, Megane-kun. I'm still enjoying laying here with you." Oyuki said, lying her head against Megane's shoulder.
He regarded his situation. They were lying on their sides, facing each other on his bed. Their naked bodies were pressed together with
their legs interlocked; their arms were wrapped around each other, and he
could feel the soft globes of her breasts pressing against his chest.
"Yeah, I can wait a bit..."
Moments later, a huge man with horns approached the Moroboshi residence. The fellow was dressed in a tiger-striped outfit and had a
perpetual snarl on his face. He had come to wish his daughter and future
son-in-law a happy engagement anniversary. However, things looked amiss
as he approached the front of the house. Noticing the destroyed door, he
squeezed into the house the best that he could.
"Lum! Son-in-law!" he bellowed as he took in the damage that was inflicted on the house..
"What?!" Ataru screamed, coming to. He put his hand to the back of his head and nursed a nasty bump that had appeared there following his
swan dive down the stairs.
"Son-in-law!" he said as he glided over to him from the front door. "Where's Lum?!"
" I don't know," Ataru said with a terrible look on his face. "She's missing."
"What happened here?" he demanded. "What have you done with my daughter?"
"Your highness, I don't know! I just got here myself. Something terrible HAS happened, but I feel that it's better to show you than to
tell you. Follow me!" Ataru said as he rushed upstairs. Prepared this
time, he held his nose against the pungent odor of the decaying body.
Displaying an uncanny level of dexterity, Lum's father floated upstairs behind Ataru. As they approached his bedroom, Ataru held out
his arm, stopping the King from advancing any further.
"Father-in-law," Ataru started, not realizing what he'd just said. "I should warn you that it's pretty gross in there."
"I've seen your bedroom before, Ataru...""THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT! Just hold your nose and follow me carefully."
They advanced into his room, where the decaying body still lay. Ataru was used to the sight now, but the King was too overcome to speak.
He just stood there, shaking. Moments later Ataru cringed as the King
yelled at the top of his lungs, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
His shoulders slumping, the King bowed his head and mumbled "... they've come. Those bastards have come and now they have my daughter..."
"Uhh, Father-in-law, do you know what's going on?" Ataru asked carefully.
"Let's get out of here first Ataru. It stinks," the King replied in a scary monotone.
After lingering on his bed for a few minutes, the two disengaged from their embrace and stood. Megane noticed the mess they made on his
bed with a slight grimace. He didn't mind however, the mess was an
expected outcome from what they had done 'and will do many times in the
future, I hope.' Something that shocked him, however, was that all of
the snow had melted completely, leaving a puddle of water on his floor.
'We haven't been going at it that long, have we?' he thought to himself
as he followed Oyuki's sinuous form into the bathroom.
They went into the shower together. Watching her begin to bathe, Megane managed to restrain himself from having sex with her again,
although he didn't object as she reached her arms around his neck and
kissed him deeply. 'Hell, this is so wild! We've just met,' he thought
as he returned the kiss, sliding his hands down to grab her behind. His
hands wandered the silky skin of Oyuki's rounded ass as they drew closer
to each other.
She broke the kiss with a wink and turned around. She drew her long hair over one shoulder so he could soap and wash her back. He
happily did so, occasionally kissing her on the nape of her exposed neck
while he scrubbed. Unable to resist the temptation, he lathered the soap
liberally in his hands, and reached around under her arms to wash her
breasts.
She held her arms up and wrapped them around the back of his neck, pressing her back against his chest, happily accepting the caressing
wash. Megane's slick hands pressed against the underside of her breasts,
as he felt the weight of her fleshy mounds. Slowly, he glided his soapy
fingers across her breasts, rubbing in small circles that orbited her
prominent nipples.
Occasionally he would close his hands gently on the underside of her breasts, kneading the soft skin with his fingers. Oyuki moaned
lightly under all of this treatment, Megane's bathing techniques getting
her hot again. Eventually, Megane disengaged his hands from her breasts,
to their mutual disappointment. Oyuki dropped one of her hands from his
neck, and began stroking her breasts while she moaned constantly.
His penis went erect as it came to mind what it was they were doing. He tried to ignore the fact that his member was poking up into
the crevice of Oyuki's ass, and soaped his hands liberally and slid them
across her tight stomach. As his hands roamed across her abdomen, they
occasionally made contact with feather soft hair, and he knew that he had
reached her sex. Pushing his soapy hands downward, he started washing
her vagina. His roaming fingers found her clitoris, which was erect and
throbbing.
Oyuki shuddered as Megane's hand made contact with her sensitive clit. She sagged forward, bracing herself with a hand against one of the
shower walls, while stroking her breast with the other. She felt Megane
bring his free hand around her waist, trying to support her further.
His fingers stroked her clit continuously, and occasionally Megane's hand would descend from her button down her slit to send a
finger probing slightly inside her. His stroking hand was getting Oyuki
so aroused that she could feel herself building up to go off again.
Adding fuel to her fire was Megane's raging hard-on pressing into her
ass. She knew that he was as turned on as she was, and that made her
hotter.
Megane's resolve crumbled. He wanted another piece of Oyuki, now! He stopped stroking her sex and grabbed her hips, turning her around.
Face-to-face now, he grabbed one of her legs in his hands, and moved
himself between them. Oyuki's hands went around the back of his neck and
linked together, as her lips went to his. Their tongues met and their
kiss deepened, their breath hot and ragged as each got more and more
excited.
Megane positioned the head of his rod at the entrance of her vagina, and pressed in. Still slick from their last go-round, he slid in
easily, and once again he was inside the blessed warmth of Oyuki's
tunnel. She moaned loudly as Megane's member slid into her dark, wet
chamber. She felt his hands grab both of her legs, and suddenly her feet
were off the shower floor.
His penis sank all the way inside her, as their sexes meshed completely. Megane growled as the pleasure of their joining traveled
through him. Oyuki's legs wrapped around the small of Megane's back, and
he took her tight ass in his hands to support her. Then he began moving
her back and forth with his hands, somehow pounding into her in the
confined space of the shower stall.
Megane's erect pole appeared from and disappeared back into her clenching vagina time and time again. Screwing like a man possessed, he
pumped inside her until suddenly Oyuki moaned into their kiss and dug her
fingernails into his back, drawing blood. Oblivious to the pain, Megane
knew she was almost there. He went faster, the swollen head of his rod
rubbing back and forth against the well lubricated walls of her throbbing
sex.
Unable to keep the kiss, Oyuki moved her head from his and laid it against his shoulder. She wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders
and bit down on one of her fingers to keep from screaming as she rode him
for all it was worth. Oyuki's ass bounced off of Megane's thighs
rhythmically, his greased member invading her again and again until her
vision blurred and she shouted. She came copiously, her honey running
out of her, and down Megane's balls and legs.
Megane, nearly deafened by Oyuki's cry, intensified his pumping. Suddenly he tensed, his balls contracting as he shot his seed inside her.
Their motion stopped as they clung to each other, Megane's member
twitching continuously, pouring his essence into her. Soon the only
sound in the shower was that of the warm water pouring from the
showerhead, splashing against Megane's back and running down the drain.
Megane sagged against the wall of the shower, still holding the object of his dreams in his hands. As Oyuki relaxed, drops of his sperm
leaked out from between his rod and the tight lips of her vagina
commingling with her own juices and running down the drain with the warm
water.
Carefully, Oyuki brought her legs down so she could stand up while Megane kept his hands on her ass until he knew her feet were on the
shower floor. Slowly he brought his hands away and Oyuki promptly
collapsed to the shower floor with a surprised yelp.
The force of her orgasm had made her very unstable on her feet. Her legs were wobbly and she was still too rocky from their last sexual
go-round to be able to stand on her own. Reacting quickly, Megane caught
her at the waist, lifted her up so they were face to face and held her to
him until she regained her stability. Without saying a word Oyuki
lightly wrapped her arms around Megane and lay her head against his
chest, gratified that he was there for her.
Then, much more sedately this time, he knelt down and washed her vagina. She put a hand on his shoulder to keep herself upright while he
tenderly cleaned the fruit of their combined labor from the rosy petals
of her delicate sex. He stood again and kissed Oyuki on the forehead.
She reciprocated by lathering her hands and stroking his semi-erect
penis, cleansing it of all evidence of their wonderful activities. They
rinsed each other off then exited the shower.
Megane turned to gaze at his lover as she stepped from the shower and walked towards him. Steam danced off of Oyuki's sexy body. Rivulets
of water traced courses along her sensuous curves. Water droplets
cascaded down her chest, over her erect nipples, and collected at the
underside of her rounded breasts. There they formed into large droplets
that fell to the floor, forming two puddles at her feet.
Megane reached out and stroked the water from her twinned swells with his hands, the captured drops of water running down his fingers. He
moved his hands from her breasts and around her back. He pulled her
towards him and let his hands roam her wet bare ass, then kissed her
deeply. Remembering the social, they broke the kiss. He then grabbed
two towels, handed one to Oyuki, then they dried each other off.
It had occurred to Megane while he was toweling Oyuki off that he was fortunate that his parents weren't around. Had they been, he would
have had to explain why he was moaning like a woman in the shower.
They'd never have bought the excuse that he'd had a woman with him.
Looking very relieved, Shinobu re-emerged from the bathroom as delicately as she could under the circumstances.
"Whew! That was very necessary. Thank you," Shinobu said as she extricated herself from the bathroom. She paused for a second, her
expression changing slightly. Looking up to Mendou, she spoke again, "I
am curious, however, as to why you came searching for me in the first
place. Surely you could have sent one of your guards to look for me,"
she reasoned. Mendou's blank look indicated that he didn't comprehend
her context. "I mean, why me? I'm sure that there were much more
attractive girls you could have spent your time with."
Mendou's face was a study in duality as he fought to mask the shock and embarrassment he felt over the bluntness of Shinobu's question. He
coughed slightly, clearing his throat and concealing a sudden blush that
had worked its way to his face. "I was worried about you Shinobu. This
is a big place, and someone could easily get lost. I couldn't stand it
if something had happened to you." 'Oh well, might as well go for broke
now...' he thought to himself. "In all honesty, the reason I looked for
you is that I wanted to be with you. In fact, ever since my first day at
Tomobiki I've wanted to be with you," he completed in a rush.
Shinobu was taken aback by his honesty. Her hands flew to her face in surprise, as her eyes shimmered with the beginnings of tears. Quicker
than she meant to, she blurted out, "I've wanted you too, Shutaro-kun!"
"REALLY Shinobu?!" he asked in a surprised voice, his eyes occupying two-thirds of his face.
"Yes, Shutaro-kun! Ataru will probably hate me for life for saying this, but I don't care. You're the one I've wanted for a long while,"
she said, her confidence starting to build.
"Shinobu, I ..."No longer able to ignore the burning that had been building since they started talking, Shinobu decided to take the initiative. She'd
wanted to divest herself of her virginity for awhile, but only with him.
"I want you Shutaro-kun..." Shinobu almost begged as she reached to kiss
him.
Mendou didn't know how to respond to her overture at first, showing a slight hesitation as she pressed her body against his. However it
didn't take long for him to recover his senses and return the kiss.
Almost running to the bed, Shinobu kept on kissing Mendou as he reached
his arms around her and pulled on the zipper to her dress. The damn
thing didn't want to budge, however, and Mendou was quickly running out
of patience.
A mischievous grin formed on her face as she figured out how to give Mendou a little incentive. Putting her hand up to his chest, she
ran her fingers up and down his shirt, playfully unbuttoning it for him.
Mendou shuddered in expectation as Shinobu's dainty hands worked across
his chest, making minute contact with him through the fabric of his
shirt.
Her incentive apparently worked as he grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her around abruptly. Mendou's mind was fueled by passion as
he suddenly whipped his katana out of nowhere and brought it to bear
against her. A small growl worked its way from his mouth as he slashed
down with the blade, severing the ties that bound her dress. He stood
back from her as she slowly reached her hand around her back to feel for
the zipper that was no longer there.
Shinobu gasped lightly as she felt bare skin where fabric should've been. Turning around quickly, she looked at Mendou in shock as she
understood what he did. He held his katana in one hand as he nervously
scratched his head with the other. "Did you just...?" she began in
disbelief.
Mendou laughed nervously and dropped his katana at the side of the bed. He nodded at her haltingly, unsure of what she would do to him.
Shinobu regarded him. "That was so... " she said hesitantly, clasping her hands together as a deeply sensual expression replaced her
initial shock. She reached out to him with a warm smile on her face, as
her dress fell from her body. "... awesome!"
With a whisper of silk on her pure skin, the remains of her outfit slid down her body. As her dress hit the floor she was left clad in only
a black bra, panties, and pantyhose. In a strained voice, Shinobu asked
Shutaro to stand back for a moment. Then in a motion borne of habit
Shinobu unhooked her bra, slouched her arms and shoulders forward and let
the straps descend from her shoulders and slip down her arms. Sitting
back up, she nervously took a deep breath and let the bra hit the ground
at Mendou's feet.
Her freed breasts swayed slightly as she moved her hands down her body to rid herself of the rest of her clothes. Already at the bursting
point, Mendou watched helplessly as Shinobu finished undressing. She
wiggled her tender little hips seductively, hooking her thumbs between
her silky skin and the elastic of her pantyhose, and pulled off the
remainder of her underwear.
As her pantyhose descended, Mendou got a good look at the long expanse of leg that Shinobu was exhibiting. He hungrily licked his lips
and twitched visibly, trying to restrain himself. As he allowed his gaze
to linger, he saw just how truly beautiful she was, and was kicking
himself for not seeing it sooner! Shinobu tossed her pantyhose and
panties out of the way, and stood erect with her legs parted to let
Mendou explore her young womanhood with his eyes. "Shinobu, you're
absolutely beautiful!" he verbally understated as he took in Shinobu's
naked body.
Her cute face, flushed with embarrassment and excitement, was enchanting. His gaze descended to her small breasts, the pear-shaped
swells rising and falling slowly under her labored breathing were
entrancing Mendou. Their pert reddish nipples were surrounded by the
flawless skin of youth and were firmly erect and pronounced. He
reluctantly pushed his gaze downward, past her ribs and slim belly and
finally stopping at the delta between her legs. His eyes penetrated the
fine covering of raven hair that was only slightly obscuring her sex.
Mendou's attention did not go unnoticed. Shinobu's desire was rising greatly as he gazed directly at her body. Unable to help herself
any longer, she reached her right hand up to her left breast and caressed
its stiffened nipple. Soft moaning issued from her mouth as she explored
herself. Straining against himself to pounce on her, Mendou started to
visibly shake. As if on cue, Shinobu looked at him and with her lower
lip trembling held her free hand out to him.
Unable to control himself any longer, Mendou accepted the proffered hand. Stopping himself short of lunging at her in the heat of passion,
he tugged on her hand and drew her down to him and gently laid her down
on the bed. He brought his hand up and caressed her face while giving
her a kiss.
Wanting her desperately, Mendou broke the kiss and sat up, quickly stripping off his clothes, leaving only his underwear on. Bending down
to her again, he used his mouth and tongue to explore her. Working from
her neck to her shoulders, he moved downwards, his mouth making love to
her vibrant body.
Placing his hands on her sides, he brought his head up to her chest. Mendou then brought his mouth to her petite breasts, savoring the
taste of Shinobu's young skin as his tongue glided across her upper body.
She could only whimper slightly and tremble as strange new feelings
cascaded through her.
Encouraged by her moaning Mendou continued his exploration. He slowly encircled the base of her breasts, making sure that no part was
left unattended by the feather-soft touch of his lips and tongue.
Shinobu gasped as Mendou took her right nipple in his mouth. He rolled
it around with his tongue; flicking and sucking it like a child would a
piece of candy. She put her hands on Mendou's head and stroked his hair,
relishing the ecstasy that his nursing was providing her. Inflamed with
lust, Mendou milked her breasts for all they were worth.
He stroked his hands down her sides in a gentle caress, moving his hands past her hips and up her stomach. He regretfully removed his mouth
from her tasty breasts and grabbed them with his hands. Slowly he
stroked the base of each breast with broad strokes while occasionally
rubbing their taut nipples between thumb and forefinger. As his hands
worked their magic on her breasts, his tongue traced a line down her
body. He nipped and kissed as his head descended from her breasts,
roaming his way down her stomach and around her navel until he finally
got to the core of her femininity.
Mendou parted the fine black hairs of her sex with his mouth and tongue, exposing the slit of her vagina. He blew softly on her clit and
nuzzled it with his nose, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her sweet
essence. Using his tongue, he teased her further by licking the puffy
outer lips of her vagina and roaming the area around its cleft before he
settled on her clit. Shinobu's breathing became shallow, and her
shivering increased as he licked and sucked all across her treasure.
He moved one of his hands from her breasts and parted the pink folds of her femininity with two fingers; all the while keeping his
mouth locked on her clit. Slowly he sent the two fingers to probe