Chapter 53: Kyoko Masturbates & Fantasizes

"Hey Dad," Kyoko said, stepping through the front door to see her father reading a newspaper. He grunted in acknowledgement, and she headed upstairs to her bedroom. She'd been at a low broil since the concert, but it didn't show on her face. She hoped, anyway. She'd hate for Nanashi to feel like he had the upper hand. He was definitely cocky enough already, with the way he shut her out of seeing his thick semen splash all over the floor of the car... mmm, she wish she'd gotten to see that.

When she arrived at her room, she slammed the door shut quickly, locking it. She laid down on the bed with a rough eagerness, the mattress bouncing a little from her sudden weight. She flipped up the short black skirt and pulled down her panties. Her own thick scent almost immediately filled her nostrils, and she was glad she'd decided on wearing the 'freshness sealed' panties, rather than a normal pair. Nanashi'd definitely have reacted to that, she thought, as she left her panties in a tangle around her ankles, her fingers sliding down into her sex, starting to play with herself.

She imagined his face when he'd been jerking off, the way he'd reacted so much to so little on her part. The way his eyes had been drawn to the strap of her bra, that little hint of sex. Her fingers played more fervently inside her, her other hand coming up to her mouth, where she bit down on her finger to make sure she wasn't too noisy. The last time her dad had caught her masturbating had been embarrassing as hell, even if she'd kept the door locked.

She wondered what he was like in bed. Was he as cute on top as he was jerking off and getting teased? Did he have that faux-dominant thing going on, where he tried to pretend like he was top dog even as he was so desperate for a woman's touch? Would he drool when he fucked her? Would he moan like a girl? The thoughts conjured up image after image, Nanashi's panting bright red face, his mouth half-parted, his eyes wild and delirious with flagrant, endless lust.

"Nanashi," she breathed around her lips, palm grinding against her pubic mound, and she came, hard. She moaned in pleasure, toes curling, hips bucking wildly against nothing. Her cunt tried to suck at her fingers, drawing them deeper inside her as she quivered and moaned. It was as if her hand was Nanashi's cock and her body was trying to invite him to go balls deep inside her. That thought made her squirm a little, the idea of Nanashi bottoming out inside her. Where would he put his hands? On her sides? In her hair? On her tits? Her thighs? Each possibility was sensual, erotic, curious and pleasing in its own unique way.

She popped her fingers out of her sex, slurping on them, enjoying her own taste with a wanton groan as her other hand slid down to her cunt, restarting the process fresh. She loved her own taste, even if it was incredibly perverse to drink one's own juices, she couldn't help but lick and suck her hand clean after every masturbation session. The fact that her fingers absently stimulated her own tongue, helping her masturbate from both ends, certainly didn't hurt.

She tried to imagine how things would play out with Nanashi, when they did make love. What steps she should take to really show him she wasn't just some slut, she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. To make him beg and squirm in animal desire. She'd tease him, definitely - she liked teasing him a lot, even without actually getting to feel his cock in her at the end. She'd work him up over a date, let him think she was just fucking with him. Then, towards the end of the night, she'd lean over to him, say something like, "you're going to pop my cherry tonight," and he'd be on the edge of his seat for the rest of the date.

Once they got in the car, she'd sit down next to him, pop out his cock. Watch his face as she jerked him off, as she played with his cock. Get a little taste of his precum on her fingertips - she did wonder what he tasted like. Cum and cock were supposed to taste delicious, after all, but each boy had their own unique flavor. She'd sensually clean the precum off with her index finger, and lick it off her fingertips, staring him in the eyes all the wild.

The way her fantasy fit so well with the fact that she was currently slurping her own juices off her fingertips certainly pushed her over the edge. She came again, hard, hips bucking as she squirted all over her bed, panting as she took a moment to recover, to reorder her thoughts. She switched hands once more, slurping her juices off her dirtied hand as her saliva-slick one slid back down to start playing with herself again.

She'd jerk him off, get him ready, leave him with just a little bit of doubt, an uncertainty of whether she'd really do it. What words would she say then, to get the response she wanted, to get him begging and drooling for it? It'd have to be something dirty and tempting, it couldn't just be something bland, it had to be wild, debauched, make him think her cunt was special in a way all his other girls' wasn't.

Various dirty lines ran through her head, serving as fodder not just for planning but for trying to get more of her own pleasure. She could say how naughty he was, but act tolerant and offer to handle him. She could tell him that she'd never had a boy in her, that she wanted him to be her first, but with all the other girls, would he really be able to properly appreciate her? She could start to put his cock away as she licked her finger clean of his precum, acting like she was done, and when he complained, she could say "You already came. I'm licking your cum off my fingers right now."

That last thought, the sheer brazenness of it, made her orgasm anew, moaning on her delicious fingers as she played with herself from both ends. She could just imagine his growl of need, his firm explanation that no, that was not his cum, she'd get to see that in a little bit. She'd pretend like this was a surprise to her, but smile at him, start jerking him off again, ask if he'd really like her cunt, or was her hand enough to satisfy him.

She pulled her hand out from her groin and started to suck on digits from both hands, fingers shoveling into her mouth as she played with her own tongue, her legs kicking a little at the sheer franticness of it all. The wild, endless sequence of lewd fantasies paraded through her mind until she felt like a pile of mush, letting her hands flop down on either side of her, her juices leaking between her thighs. She could hardly wait for the real thing, but she had to. She couldn't let Nanashi think she was just some slut.

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