Chapter 6: Noriko at Home

You wake up to find Noriko still snuggling in your arms, her cute little body pressed up against yours. Her breath is soft, as you gently cuddle with her, your bodies entwined beneath the covers. Then she wakes up, eyelashes flickering as she comes to.

Her gaze turns down to your hands, and she runs one finger along your wrist, as though checking to see if it is solid. "Nanashi-san?"

"Yes?"

"Good. I wanted to make sure it was you."

"Who else would it be?" You kiss her neck, and she fidgets a little at your touch.

"I do not know. It was unlikely for it to be anyone else. Still, I felt uncertain as to the reality of both last night and my current situation, and wished to confirm that it was you."

"Well, it is," you say, snuggling her still tighter, making her squeak a bit, going briefly rigid before falling lax once more.

"Thank you. I am happy that my first time was with you." She pauses. "Was that also your first time? I assume it was not, since you are so attractive you have probably had many sexual partners prior to now."

"It was my first time. You're the first woman I've had like this," you tell her. You kiss her neck, and you can see a little smile on her lips, a degree of pride in her eyes. "Though, I have been sucked off before."

"Ah." She fidgets in your grasp. "That is alright. Is being sucked off more pleasurable?"

"You were wonderful, and I don't want to get in a comparison like that. Fellatio or missionary, either is good, sometimes I'll want one, other times, the other." She nods. "I plan on keeping Terumi, and making Yuriko mine, as well. More girls than that, even."

Noriko nods. "You are a very high quality male, so it is only natural that you would have many partners. I am just thankful that you find me sufficiently attractive to prefer losing your virginity to me than to a girl like Terumi." She pauses. "Is Terumi one of the girls who has sucked you off?"

"Yes," you admit.

She nods. "Would you like me to suck you off? I imagine you are still dirty down there from last night, so I could attempt to clean you with my mouth."

"Sure," you say, leaning back. You let her up, and she crawls between your thighs, curiously considering your cock. It's still a bit stained, with her juices, yours, and some trickle of blood from where you broke her hymen. The space where the two of you were fucking last night is lewdly stained with a similar mixture, only noticeable now that the blanket has been pulled up.

Noriko considers your cock like a particularly difficult math problem, head tilting one way, then the other. Then she leans forward and flicks her tongue at your head. A soft smile appears on her lips. "Your taste is very appealing."

"Thank you. Now, try running your tongue along the entire thing." She nods, leaning down and forward, her tongue flashing out against the base of your cock, and sliding slowly up. It's agonizingly slow, almost to the point of tedium but not quite, and your fingers bunch up before you gingerly reach down and run your fingers through her hair. "Fuck, that's good, Noriko," you tell her, and she smiles slightly from behind your cock, her cute owl eyes staring up at you endlessly. She reaches up to your cockhead and runs her tongue slowly around the crown of your cock, before licking your head.

"Which is the most pleasurable part for me to lick, Nanashi-san?" She kisses your head. "It tastes very good, I do not mind licking wherever you prefer."

"Changing it up is best," you tell her, and she nods. Her tongue slithers along your crown, then she descends to your balls, licking them as well, her tongue lashing out at them and making them bounce a bit. Your toes curl as this cute, sweet girl finds her position between your thighs, licking your nuts. Then she runs her tongue back up towards your head, eyes always hypervigilantly focused on you, worried she'll displease you in some way. "You can suck it, too. Wrap your lips around the head," you explain, and she nods, going up there and giving you the absolute cutest sight, her eyes staring up at you as your cockhead rests just past her lips, like it was a lollipop or something. "Take as much of it as you can."

She nods and starts to descend, her lips sliding down the length of your manhood. "You can hum, too, it adds to it." She starts to hum as she reaches the halfway point, then sputters as your cock hits the back of her throat. Her eyes go cross-eyed for a moment, as if surprised by sudden pleasure, but she keeps going, descending down your cock's length. Unlike Terumi or Reiko, she gags, saliva splashing down your dick, her hot wet mouth and throat slobbering drool all over to try to make the descent easier. Her throat coils on your cock as her cheeks grow hotter, warmer, and she continues to push her way down.

When she reaches the base, she squeals on your cock, eyes unfocusing entirely as she orgasms from sucking you off, drooling all over the place as she sputters about. Some of her juices slide down her thighs, her eyes wild and erotic, as she orgasms from deepthroating your cock for the first time. At some point, she starts humming around your dick, adding to the intense sensations of her deepthroat. She actually stays down there long enough you start to worry, her humming and wriggling intense, her lips wrapped around your base, her drool splashing around from her mouth, her throat and tongue hot and wet.

You have to grasp her hair and drag her up. She resists, trying to stay on your dick, but you're much stronger than her. When she arrives up past your cock, her expression is equally erotic then, her cheeks flush, her eyes having a bit of trouble focusing. Drool cascades out of her wide-open mouth as she struggles for a bit to get your cock back in her mouth. Then you place a couple fingers on her tongue, and she sighs happily, like you'd just thrown cold water on her during a hot day.

Your fingers explore the inside of her mouth, making her shiver and drool more, eyelids drooping, tongue slithering about. When you run your index finger along her palate, she orgasms again, moaning around your fingers, closing her eyes to just focus on the blissful pleasure running through her body. Her nipples grow hard, and drool just pools in her mouth before splashing out when she jerks at the right angle, her cute body on utterly lewd display like this, her mouth an eager vessel for your fingers.

When she comes down from her orgasmic high, you pop your fingers out of her mouth. "It's better if you move. I don't want you to just hold it in your throat all day, Noriko. Try using your tongue while it's in your mouth, as well."

"Okay, Nanashi-san," she says, nodding along. You release her hair, and she immediately slurps your entire cock back down to the base, her throat coiling around you, drool running out of her mouth in rivulets. Her hands grasp your thighs for balance, and she starts to fuck her face on your dick, humming all the while, sending sweet vibrations into you. She orgasms like that, but somehow this time she keeps going, hair bouncing wildly, going cross-eyed here and there, breathless, squeaking in pleasure, tongue slithering about on the underside of your cock.

She facefucks you like that for what feels like an eternity, her drool splashing all over your balls and thighs, her girlcum slithering down her thighs in a lewd manner. She orgasms repeatedly, gurgling on your dick as she does, but she keeps up a constant, consistent pace in spite of it. Her "o-face" is more sleepy than the other girls you've facefucked, more like a pleasant half-slumber, with her eyes lidded (and occasionally cross-eyed), her lips turned up in a small smile, a faint glow to her cheeks, as she drools and gags on your cock like an eager cocksucker.

Finally, you can take no more, and you grasp her hair again. For just a moment, she keeps trying to go, but then stops, letting you take control, humming quizzically on your dick as she does her best to please you. You slide her up to your cockhead, and her tongue runs circles around it, her sleepy smile cute and endearing in this position. Then you let go, splashing your cum all over the inside of her mouth, and she moans, orgasming again at your taste, her whole body twitching in pleasure. When you're entirely finished, she pops off, tilting her head back and just swilling your cum on her tongue, a smile on her features as she enjoys your taste.

"Enjoy yourself?"

"Mhm," Noriko mumbles around your cum.

"My bathroom has a shower, you can use that one real quick. I'll go check and make sure you can leave without anybody catching you."

Noriko swallows. "Thank you for your thoughtfulness."

It's a bit of effort, but she does get showered and looks prim as always when she emerges from your bathroom, wearing her school clothes and snaking off back towards her mother's room. Nobody catches her as she emerges, or questions her as she goes.

You, on the other hand, decide to take a longer bath than normal, heading down to the nice big bathtub downstairs with a fresh pair of clothes to change into. Once you arrive, you soak in the warm water of the tub. It's big enough to fit four people, the kind of insane luxury that just gets quietly ignored by the rest of your family.

Mariko barges in partway through. "Whoa, hey," she says, with a little smirk. "Sorry. Didn't realize you were in here." She undoes the little rubber band that keeps her hair back in a ponytail, kicking off socks. Her clothes seem a bit... off? Like they're not even, the right side of her skirt a bit higher than the left, her shirt pulled a bit far to one side. She's wearing pajamas, the odd girl kind they have here with short sleeves and a skirt, but still a pale pink-and-white design, complete with little buttons. "I'm gonna join you, I re~eally need a bath, and we're family anyway."

She is an insanely beautiful woman, with supple breasts, some visible muscle (though not really on Sumiko's level), and a tight ass. She's also already getting undressed as you contemplate demanding privacy.

"Sure, come on in," you say, as she pops off her pajama's shirt, revealing her full breasts to open air.

"Great, glad to have you on board for a little stepmom-son bonding. Or whatever you call our relationship." You try not to stare too much as she slides down her skirt, showing that she wasn't wearing any panties. She slides into the tub across from you, sighing and rolling up her eyes as she does. "Ah, fuck that's good." She slides deeper into the water, letting her head go below it, opening her mouth, then getting back up. She spits out the water in her mouth onto the tile floor. "Trust me, you don't want that backwash," she teases.

"You mind helping me wash a bit? Can be hard to get my back."

"Sure thing," she says, leaning up. "Turn around and come on over," she says, with a gesture.

You diligently do so, and her hands take water and soap, softly and gently washing your backside. Her fingers occasionally rub against your skin with urgent need, but for the most part she uses the soap to rub along your skin. Her breath is soft, calm, as though she didn't even consider the sexual undertones of a thirty-eighty ear old woman rubbing a sixteen year old boy's back while both are in the nude.

"I'm worried about Momo. She keeps starting fights."

"Ah, it's fine, she just takes after her mom," Mariko says. You briefly feel her breasts brush against your backside, and it takes an act of will to keep your body from responding. "I used to get in fights all the time when I was her age." She flexes an arm, just in the corner of your vision, before going back to soaping up your back. "We Toyotomis are tough gals. Thanks for looking out for your li'l half-sis, though."

"She seems to have self-esteem issues."

"What, Momo-chan? Come on. She's confident as all hell, just like her old lady." She slaps your back. "Alright, done on the backrub. I mean wash," she barks out, with a laugh.

"Mind if I pay you back in kind?"

"Now you, are a good little... stepson," she decides, directing you off her lap. Your cock is erect, but she offers no comment. She spins around, lying down and forward, arms crossed on the edge of the tub, so that her breasts are just under the waterline, her backside exposed, dark hair falling around her features. One hand comes up to swoop her hair behind her ear. "Come on, then, give your old lady a nice wash."

You grab the soap and start rubbing it in. "You sure don't look like an old lady to me. Beautiful and mature, maybe," you say.

She sighs, closing her eyes as you start to wash her back. "You're a real charmer. That Yuriko girl's really gonna have no chance if you turn up the full charm on her. Guess you got that from your dad."

"I am serious about the self-esteem issues, though."

"She's never said anything to me like that, and we hang out all the time. Do a lot of kickball out in the yard."

"Isn't it unusual for a girl her age to spend that much time with her mother? I was talking to her earlier, she said nobody liked her, except for you and me."

Mariko's expression gets darker, a pensive pout forming on her lips. "It's a new year at school, it's probably just that."

"She's still going to the same school," you point out. "Same class."

"Oh... right. Yeah. Sorry. It was different back when I was a girl."

"I also think she sees herself as inferior to other family members, like Minori or myself. Or Kimiko."

"We~ell... I mean she kinda is. She's Momo Toyotomi, not Momo Kusakabe. I don't see a reason to make it a big deal. Your dad takes care of us, she is way better off with him than any of the guys I knew back in the KSDF or went on blind dates with when I was a hostess. I mean, shit, she can just open the fridge and there's fucking strawberries. You know, I never had strawberries my whole life until we moved in here?"

"Momo may have a harder time appreciating that, since her point of comparison is to the rest of the family, not to the life she might have had."

Mariko purses her lips. "I guess I see where that could be an issue. I don't really know what I can do about that, though. I'm the flower, I don't choose where the pollen goes."

"I think we should try to be more of a family. I know you and Mom aren't really the kind to get along very well, but... I do feel like it's trickling down to your kids."

Mariko rubs her eye. "You about done on the backwash?"

"Yeah, sure," you say, pulling away.

She sits up, wet hair dangling around her features, sticking to her neck. Her breasts are free to open air as she turns to face you. "Look. Your mom and I..." she pauses. "It's kind of like your mom's my husband, maybe? Obviously not with the sex but, she does the family finances, manages the household... I sit around and look pretty, a trophy wife. So she has to do all the work of it, with none of the, you know, advantages." She's gesticulating with her fingers as she speaks, and the little circular motions she makes are right in front of her breasts, at that point. "I know I suck with money, and your mom basically thinks it makes me a bimbo. And I don't really like it either, frankly. I put up with it because, I love your dad, and all this is great, but it's like I'm a child again and your mom is my mom, kinda. Does that make sense?"

"I think I get it," you say.

"So, it's like... well. It's like that. So we mostly avoid each other because otherwise it's her lecturing me about how I'm 'too frivolous' or 'too immature' and I know I kind of am but I don't want it rubbed in."

"Okay. I'll focus on trying to mend things between Momo and Minori. Do you mind if I take them to a park or something, so they can bond some?"

"Nah, go right ahead." She lies back into the warm bathwater, her hair floating atop it, breasts beneath the waterline again but still quite visible. "A~h," she sighs.

"I think I'll get out now," you say, rising to your feet. "That view is getting distracting." You go over to towel off.

"You're not so bad yourself, kid," she teases after you. "If I were younger and not with your dad... hell, if I just wasn't with your dad? You've got a real hot bod."

"Thanks," you say, your cheeks warming a bit.

"Good to see I still got it," she adds, leaning back, closing her eyes. You pull on your fresh clothes and head out.

You need to check up on Minori and see if she did the homework you assigned her. You find her in her room, studying math and making notes on her bed. You rap on the door frame. "Hey, li'l sis," you say. She looks up at you. "You do the homework I assigned you?"

"The... oh." She blushes. "Right. Uh... Momo is... let me see, I wrote it down." She opens the drawer to her nightstand, picks out a piece of paper with a handwritten note on it, and starts reading. "Momo is a very physically active girl. This means she is more muscular and faster on her feet than I am, generally considered a positive quality, all else being equal. She also is not afraid of social censure or being beaten up, given her behavior with respect to violent confrontations of other students. Although she is not a Kusakabe, she is still, for most purposes, richer than her classmates." She puts down the paper. "Is that good enough?"

"No." You sit down next to her and bodily lift her into your lap, making her squeak and squirm as her butt presses against your dick, which is still a bit hard from getting a good look at Mariko's naked body. "I didn't ask you to write a report about what society would find nice about her. Figure out stuff you like about her."

"Sometimes, she's not in my field of vision," Minori mumbles grouchily.

You choose to ignore the sass for the moment. "That analysis you wrote is far too impersonal. Here, let me go. 'Minori knows quite a bit about history. She is also richer than her classmates. She has blonde hair, which is often considered aesthetically pleasing.' Does that feel nice?"

Minori grumbles a little. "...no."

"So. Come on. Say something sincerely nice about your sister."

She pouts, blowing up a bit of her hair as she thinks it over. "She's very sweet and family oriented. She doesn't take people being mean to her lightly. She's tough. There."

You pat her head. "Good girl. You're very cute when you're being nice." You give her a quick peck on the forehead.

"Nanashi-san," Noriko's voice comes from the door. "It is almost time to go to school. I would prefer to be on time."

"Oh, shoot," Minori says, wriggling out of your lap and gathering up her things.

You also get up, grabbing your stuff, getting into the car with Noriko. She just quietly stares at you, occasionally the hint of a blush warming her cheeks.

"How is your mother handling it so far?" You ask.

"She spent most of last night unpacking our things, so I believe she intends to stay."

"Is she... having difficulties, with adapting to the new life?"

"I do not know. I have not seen any signs of that, but I spent last night with you, rather than her."

You close the privacy screen. "Come here," you say, patting your lap, and obediently Noriko moves over to sit in your lap. You wrap your arms gently around her waist, kissing her neck. "What's Kiyomi like, Noriko?"

"She is very nice. She gets on well with the other girls in our class, with the exception of Yuriko. I do not think she would get on well with you, however."

"Oh? Why not?"

"She flinches away from male contact, and you are very physically touchy. Further, she attempts to avoid being alone with a boy."

"Any idea why?"

"No. I assume she does not want to be physically touched by males, but I do not know why this would be."

You take out your phone. "Sorry, just need to do some quick texting," you explain.

She nods. "It is fine. You have put me on your lap to physically express affection, so I understand that you are texting only because it is important."

You text your mother.

Sorry, meant to say yesterday - had a scuffle with Setsuko's husband while she was moving out. It shouldn't be an issue.

She replies.

Message received.

Hrm. A little tepid on the content, that reply. You cuddle a little tighter with Noriko.

You get to class just as the bell rings, the two of you separating. Amaya-sensei takes particular note of Noriko's appearance at your side, going so far as to briefly speak to her when the rest of the class is doing a quick test. You finish early so you can listen in while pretending not to.

"Everything is going well, Noriko-san?"

Noriko nods. "Yes. It is going very well."

"And with Nanashi-san? He isn't doing anything bad, is he?"

Noriko blushes very slightly pink. "No. Nothing bad."

"Okay, good. You can tell me. It's important that you do, if he does do something bad."

"I do not think Nanashi-san would do anything bad to me or my mother. I appreciate your concern."

Amaya-sensei gently pats Noriko's head before returning to the front of the class. You finish up your work, then go turn it in, and she offers you a winning smile as she takes it. "Well done, Nanashi-san. You can take the chance to read, if you like."

School's a half-day today, so when you'd normally have lunch is the end of it. Amaya-sensei looks at you expectantly, even going so far as to fish out a couple books of her own. The class starts to filter out. You have a tutoring session scheduled with Amaya-sensei now.

You grab your chair and half-carry it up to the desk. Noriko sees you sitting down to study and comes by, pecking your cheek. "Should I tell Shiiro-san that you will be late, Nanashi-san?"

"Ah, yeah," you say. "Go ahead and drive home, sorry."

"It is fine. Enjoy yourself." She walks to leave.

You've studied a lot, and the subjects you've selected lean on your strengths... or offer an opportunity for a little light flirting.

You get into mathematics, statistics and probability, and she's stunned by your command of the subject, often just staring as you explain some 'problem' you've had with this or that bit of material. Typically, you'll walk yourself through it, but sometimes - with an almost desperate need - she'll pipe in with her own explanation, managing to figure out the solution before you do. She seems almost proud as she does it. She also seems in awe of your command of the material, which is difficult even for someone with your actual background - mathematics can get extremely complex, but you learned multi-integral calculus when you were young, and actuaries have to keep learning more math as they go on in the field.

When she manages to fill in the blank for some esoteric statistics problem, you take the opportunity to gush. "That's amazing, Amaya-sensei. I don't know how long it would've taken me to manage that problem." She blushes cutely at that, clearly having gained a lot of respect for your abilities, and by extension your compliments. "Thank you for taking the time to help me with it."

"No, no, helping such an amazing student is its own reward," she says, nodding quickly.

Her work is impressive, you have to admit - higher than the level you would've expected from a high school teacher. You wonder... "Is teaching your first job?"

"Oh, no. I used to work for the government, on... biochemistry," she says, after a moment's consideration. "This is like my retirement. I just like teaching."

"Your husband must count himself incrdibly lucky to have scored such a beautiful, smart woman." She blushes at that.

"Ah, I don't have a husband," she says, raising a hand to show the lack of ring. "Or a boyfriend."

"Oh, so you're taking time for yourself," you say, pretending that she's single just because she chooses to be, on the grounds that it'd be insane for it to be otherwise.

She blushes at the implicit compliment. "Well... no. I'd like a boyfriend but... maybe guys are intimidated by me? Or it could be a class thing... there's not a lot of guys who've made over four million dollars by the time they're twenty seven, and most of the ones that are, are heirs or something. No offense, Nanashi," she adds quickly. "I just mean, they, well, unlike you, they tend to not have that spark of intense intelligence. So I have to date either guys that are much poorer than me, but from a similar background, and then they're almost always begging for handouts or trying to snag my money, or guys that maybe have the same or more money as me, but come from a completely different place." She blushes. "Ah, what am I doing telling you all this..."

"You're flirting. And it's working." You lean in until you can feel her breath on your lips, her blue eyes just inches from yours. Her cheeks are red, and she looks past your shoulder for a moment. Then she goes for it, kissing you on the lips.

It's chaste, just a quick peck - she tastes like cotton candy, sort of, before pulling back and away. She's bright red, looking down at her hands. "I shouldn't have done that."

"Your successes are something worth being proud of. I aspire to have as much accomplished by the time I'm your age." She blushes. "Any man you date should be proud to have such a beautiful, intelligent woman, as his."

She's red, fidgeting cutely under your smoldering gaze, your hands reaching out to gingerly stroke her cheek. "A-ah, Nanashi-san... I don't think I should do this sort of thing with a student..."

"I think you want to. Plus, like you said - this is a retirement, no? If it somehow does become a problem - and I'm sure it won't - you don't lose your livelihood." You take one of her hands and kiss it. "At least think about it."

She offers you a wan smile. "You are quite the charmer. I can see how you got little Noriko wrapped around your finger."

"I think that helping her and her mother made an impression, but I would have done it even if she wasn't interested in me." You tilt your head, considering her features curiously. "What about you, Amaya?" You drop the sensei. "Do you want to be wrapped around my finger?" As if to illustrate the point, you hold up one hand, finger pointing up.

She stares at it, uncertainly, emotions warring on her features. "Ah... m-maybe when you're older, and not in my class... if you'll still want me then..." she fidgets a bit. She wants it, wants you, finds you appealing, but she's not quite ready to take the leap of faith to actively pursue a relationship with you, given your student-teacher status. Yet, anyway. You suspect you could ask for pretty much anything short of that, though, and she'd give it to you.

"Alright. How about we stick to harmless flirting for now, then?" You ask it with a teasing smile on your lips, watching her features as she blushes. You gently caress her cheek.

"Only when we're alone," she says, her voice very quiet.

"Of course," you agree, with a smile. "Mind giving me your phone number?"

She fidgets for a moment, then finally nods, with a soft exhalation of breath. She glances at the door again, strips a bit of paper from her notebook, and hurriedly scribbles down her number before folding it up and putting it in your front pocket. "Don't call me during class." You nod. "I have your number already. This is not for sex or anything like that, okay?"

"Of course," you agree.

She gets up, gathering her books. "I, I think that's a good place to leave off our study session." She practically scampers out of the room, leaving you alone.

You check her number - (746)-46635-433 - and input it into your phone, before hiding it back in your pocket.

You have a good chunk of time before your ice cream date with Raya and Chanette.

You call up Reiko.

"Nanashi?" Reiko asks, sounding happy to hear you. "Hey, what's up? Need some help or something? Maybe a little sucky sucky?"

You laugh. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to hit the arcade tomorrow. Been a while since I gamed, feels like a lifetime."

"Oh, sure. I'm working over the Eleven Gunmen shooter, you good for that?"

"I'm good for it. Tomorrow afternoon sound good?"

"Yeah, 's great," she says, a smile audible over the phone.

"Cool, cool." You pause for a moment. "I wouldn't have brought it up, but since you did..."

"You do want a BJ? Well, you are pro~obably the best boy I've ever given a BJ to, so I can fast track you. Where are you?"

"Still at the school."

"Great, I just finished some stuff to win Kiyomi's vote, so I am right there for you, Nanashi. Room 42 again? I haven't used it since last time, so it should be clear."

"That sounds great," you say, stepping up the staircase towards the fourth story.

"I love sucking cock," she says, very quietly over the phone, as if trying to entice you. "I love the taste. The feel of it in my mouth. I want to feel your cock on my tongue again Nanashi. I want to feel it in my throat. I want to feel you splatter the inside of my mouth with that milk chocolate cum of yours, want you to tease my tongue and my tits." At that point, you open the door to Room 42, spotting Reiko sitting on a chair, one hand in between her thighs, the other on her phone, as she swiftly pulls it up. "Ah? Oh, good, it's you. Knock, for the love of the gods," she says, turning off her phone. Her cheeks are red. "Want to do it sitting again?"

"No, I'll take it standing." You lock the door, turn off your phone and put it to one side again.

She tucks her hair behind her ear. "You don't really need to do that every time, it's just... I was checking... well it's fine." She starts to kneel, and you grasp her under her arm, stopping her. "Problem?"

"You should take off your shirt and bra, so you don't drool all over them." You take off your own jacket and shirt, tossing them onto your phone.

"Oh, yeah, that's a good idea." She pulls off her shirt, neatly folding it and placing it on a desk, as you start to pull off your pants, continuing to strip until you're naked. Her bra comes unlatched, and she's facing away from you, so you don't get to see her modest little apple breasts until she turns around to face you, blushing a bit. "It's weird."

"You're beautiful," you tell her, gently cupping her cheek, smiling. She blushes. You put your hand on the top of her head, gently guiding her down to her knees, until she's eye level with your hard cock. Her nipples harden at the sight, her eyes focusing on it, laserlike in their attention.

"Open up," you say, taking hold of the base of your cock. She opens her mouth, an eager expression on her face, lips curled into a smile, eyes twinkling, and you slowly push your dick into her mouth. She sighs around your cock, eyes lidding, breath heavy around your dick. "You're fantastic," you groan, as she slurps on your dick, which is currently half-inside her mouth. Her tongue slithers about eagerly, her eyelids flashing, and you reach down with your free hand to gently grope and play with her perky little breasts, teasing her nipples and making her hum appreciatively, sending sweet vibrations into your dick.

You're slow with your thrusts at first, pumping in and out, wanting to tease her a bit. Once you get into a rhythm, you let go of her hair, your hand strolling down to play with her ear, gently massaging it. "You're excruciatingly sexy like this," you tell her. "I just want to keep you on your knees like this all day, sucking my cock like the sweet little fellatrix you are." She blushes, eyes turning down from your face to your cock, her mouth continuing to slowly, sincerely, sensuously, slide up and down your dick. Her tongue slithers back and forth, as you continue to gingerly cup her pert little breasts, toying with the cartilage of her ear.

You enjoy it like that, using your grip on her ear to guide her up and down your cock, making her hum softly, her eyes lidding, her lips growing tight around your cock. After a while of that, she starts to try to pump harder, and you forcibly slow her down, gripping her hair. "You are so cute with a cock in your mouth," you tell her. "Nobody would suspect the innocent Reiko of being such a cock-gobbling slut." She blushes red, and then you slam her down your cock, tweaking her nipple at the same moment, making her come hard, her drool sputtering out of her mouth as her eyes roll up in orgasm, a moan escaping her lips.

You pop her off, putting two fingers in her mouth, teasing her tongue as she comes down from her orgasm. She hums and suckles on your fingers in her mouth, and you tease and tweak her pert nipple. She orgasms again like that, drool slobbering out of her mouth as she suckles your fingers, some of it splashing down onto her chest, lewdly staining her tits with a spit-shine. Then you thrust your cock back into her mouth, roughly facefucking her as she recovers from her orgasm, one hand gently brushing her ear, the other slamming her face up and down your cock as your hips pound her face. Her eyes roll up and she comes several more times, her thighs starting to grow damp, a little puddle of her juices appearing as she gushes so much that her panties can't contain it.

Then you hold her so your cock's just past her lips and let go, splashing inside her mouth. She moans softly, tasting you, her tongue rolling around with your cum. She sighs sweetly, satisfied with your work, enjoying the taste of you on her tongue. You surprise her, though, by just thrusting your cock back into her throat, making her squirm and gasp, hands desperately grasping at your legs for purchase as she's given a taste of cock and cum simultaneously.

She leans her head back, trying to keep your cum and her spit from dribbling out onto her chin as you restart your rough facefuck. "You like the taste of my cum, huh? How do you like it with my cock in the mix?" She moans giddily around your cock, nodding rapidly, even if it wasn't really a yes or no question. You smile down at her. "You are just the absolute perfect cocksucker," you tell her. "Definitely the best," you add, as you slam your cock into her throat again and again, your hands leaving her tits to just grasp the back of her head as she slurps giddily on your dick.

You fuck her face relentlessly lik that, some of your cum splashing down onto her chin as she tries to slurp and swallow it down before it can, a drop or two splashing on her pert little breasts. Her throat is warm and wet as you fuck it, a tight sheathe for your cock, and you groan in raw, animal pleasure as you use her face. She orgasms again and again like that, until her tongue is a sloppy little pillow for your cock in her mouth, no longer moving in the least. Her eyes roll up, her cheeks turn bright red, and she looks as if she's been fucked utterly senseless.

You just keep going though, enjoying the raw feeling of animal dominance, something you could never have achieved back home. Your balls slap against her chin, and she gives out the occasionally little giggle or hum of pleasure around your cock as you use her throat like it was her cunt, slamming into her over and over again. Finally, you can take no more, and burst forth a second load into her mouth, making her hum happily, slurping and sucking on your dick and your cum both as you let it all out.

Then you pull out, and you have to physically grasp her head to keep her from flopping over. She swallows your cum, then just lets her mouth fall open, tongue flopping out. She's incredibly lewd-looking, spit and cum on her chin and tits, her eyes staring up at the ceiling, her cheeks bright red, an ecstatic smile visible in her expression.

You reach for under her shoulders and heft her up, sitting down and putting her in your lap. Her expression is still ludicrously lewd, a little drool splashing out of her mouth. You gently run your fingers through her pink hair, enjoying her soft breath as she recovers, eventually snuggling against you cutely, clearly enjoying being on your lap quite a bit.

She blushes and stiffens as she realizes what she's doing, but decides moving would just draw attention to it, so she just relaxes against you, topless on your naked body. Her thighs are slick with girlcum, which teases your own legs as she rests against you. You just brush your hand through her hair, occasionally kissing the top of her head. "So," you say, as if searching for a conversational topic. "What were you doing with Kiyomi?"

"Oh. Helping her with something." You stroke her hair, as if urging her to go on. "It's a little private... just an arts and crafts project, really. Something personal."

You kiss the top of her head. "Okay. I was mostly interested in how well you know her. She seems to avoid Yuriko, and Yuriko seems to really like her. I was wondering if you knew why?"

"Oh. 'cause Yuriko's a perv, obviously," Reiko explains. "I wasn't in her class at the last school, but I hear a lot, since I know a lot of people. Apparently she was a huge sex pest last school she went to. Steals people's panties during swim, leering at other girls in the changing room, stuff like that. Kiyomi really doesn't like that kind of thing."

"She didn't face punishment for this misbehavior?"

Reiko snorts. "She's a Sakamoto. If you're rich, you can do whatever you like. Besides, it's just 'innocent experimentation,'" she says, in a prissy tone of voice.

"So has this behavior changed, or...?"

"I dunno. She hasn't really had a chance to steal anybody's panties. I wasn't paying that much attention when we were last in the showers, after gym. Kiyomi showered separately from everybody else, though." Hm. You didn't notice that at the time. "I don't really care that much about it, wouldn't mind if she stole my bras or whatever juvenile crap, but for Kiyomi... that kind of stuff matters."

"I'll talk to Yuriko about it, see if I can get her to tone it down a bit. We have a pretty good vibe going." Reiko nods. "Hey, I'm making my way through the class, meeting people, and I'd like to know how I should approach Kiyomi... I want to make friends with everybody."

"Ah, that's a hell of a question." She hums a bit, in thought. "I dunno. Don't touch her, try to be her friend, don't make overtures that are romantic or anything like that. If she says she doesn't want to do something, then let her off. Be gentle, I guess, is my general advice? I'm not really a boy though, so I dunno."

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You nod, gently stroking her hair, one hand running along her stomach softly, and she doesn't react to that touch in any particularly sharp way. "I'm looking forward to tomorrow. You are an amazing fellatrix, but I want to be your friend too."

She blushes. "Thanks."

"How goes your Presidential run? Any competition?"

"Just Kyoko. She's gonna lose again, and blame it on, well, this," she says, gesturing down towards herself. She rubs her eye. "Ugh, I should probably get home, it's getting late." She hops out of your lap. "Thanks for the fun time, Nanashi," she says, with a gentle smile.

"Let me help." You get up, helping clean the cum off her tits and chin with a paper towel before gathering up your own clothes. "See you tomorrow," you tell her, as you pull on your pants.

"Yeah," she nods, putting on her own bra. "Looking forward to it. Don't spend enough time with my guy friends, you know?"

The two of you get dressed, and she gets up on her tiptoes to give you a chaste peck on the cheek before running off, blushing.

Well, your date with Chanette and Raya's pretty soon, so you had better get going. You call up Shiiro as you head down the staircase, telling him to pick you up. He drives you over to the ice cream shop that Chanette and Raya agreed to meet you at. You find Raya milling in front of the door, clutching her aja tightly around her face as she waits for you or Chanette to appear. Her expression brightens when she sees you. "Ah, Nanashi, it is so good to see you," she says, smiling. "I was feeling quite exposed out here alone. I worry that I came to soon... not that I mean to imply you or Chanette are late, because surely if one of you were late, it would just be one of you, so it is my mistake."

"Don't worry about it. Being early is good, but no one is going to mind a little lateness for something like this. Want to step inside?"

"Oh. Sure. Yes. I didn't want to eat without you."

"We can just tell them we're waiting on a friend," you say, as you open the door. "After you," you say, with a little flourish of a bow. She blushes and goes inside, and you pull out a chair for her. "Please, I'd hate for you to have to stand around waiting just because Chanette's a little late," you offer, and Raya takes the seat, plopping down. "I'm lucky you decided to come out here with me."

"How are you lucky for this? I do not think I understand."

"Since I get to spend time with you, Raya."

She stares at you. "Oh. You are flirting." She offers a little forced laugh. "Perhaps it is me, who is fortunate, to be able to spend time with you? Is that how it is done?"

"Yes, that's very good." You take your own seat, offering her a winsome smile. She blushes a bit, beneath her aja. "I like your eyes," you tell her. "They're quite striking. I could just stare into them..."

"A-ah, well, there is no harm in looking at my eyes, I suppose... not that I mind it, if you look at them," she adds quickly, blushing as she does so.

You stare into her eyes, leaning in a little as you speak. "So what flavor of ice cream do you like?"

"Oh, I have never had ice cream before. What would you suggest?"

"Hm," you say, leaning a little further in. She blushes. You keep your eyes on hers, a little staring contest, and her eyes seem to get bigger. "What types of candy do you like?"

"Oh. Ah. Hm. I have only had a few. Chocolates are nice."

"There's a lot that have chocolate in them. Do you get sick from eating too much chocolate?"

"Oh, yes," she says, with a quick nod.

"Then I'd recommend one of the ones that mixes chocolate with other flavors. Mint chocolate chip is mint and chocolate, neapolitan is vanilla, strawberry and chocolate, rocky road is chocolate with nuts and marshmallows... any of those sound nice?"

"The neapolitan," she says. "Since it is several flavors, if I dislike one, or like one, I can have that in the future."

"Very sensible," you say, your eyes still staring deeply into hers. "I should probably call Chanette to make sure she's coming... eventually... right now I'm a little distracted."

"Oh? Oh. With my eyes?"

"Yes. They're very captivating," you tell her, a soft smile on your lips as you just... stare. She blushes and fidgets, not really knowing how to respond.

Then Chanette practically bursts through the door. "Ah, there you are," she says, after looking around for a brief moment. She puts her hands on the table. "You waited for little old me? No need to keep yourself pure," she teases you. "I bet you love eating every flavor you can get your hands on, I can tell. Well, I'm the same way!" She says, raising her chin proudly.

"I am going to have the kind with several flavors," Raya adds helpfully. "Neapolitan." Chanette snickers. "What? I do not understand what is funny."

"It's an innuendo. You can pretty much assume that every time Chan-chan opens her mouth."

"Guh! You're not much better, Mister Kusakabe." She frowns at you.

"Anyway, she was just explaining she'd like an extra topping on her ice cream. Probably some nice white chocolate cream on her double scooping of vanilla? With a big old banana in between the two scoops, of course." You mime running your fingers along a banana.

Chanette's cheeks turn bright red. "That, that is quite enough." She hurriedly gets behind Raya and puts her hands over the girl's aja, at about ear level. "You are corrupting this poor, innocent girl."

"You started it."

"If you want me not to hear what you're saying, I can still hear you," Raya says.

Chanette's cheeks grow bright red. "L-let's just eat!"

"Yes, I want to try the neapolitan. What will you be having?" She asks you and Chanette, as the three of you get up to the desk.

"I'll have, hm," you pause. You point to the Oreo ice cream. It's got some other name here, like Haiduroku, but it's the same basic idea, right down to its occasional use as slang. "Oreo ice cream, please."

You get a scoop. Chanette stammers her way through buying some 'big, banana-flavored ice cream, which is much bigger, than something else like a banana, that could be mentioned.' Raya just purchases the neapolitan, like she planned. Each you pays out of pocket, and you sit down. Chanette is a cute shade of pink, while Raya is experimentally taking a small bit out of the strawberry flavor, staring at thumbnail-sized wedge on her spoon before putting it in her mouth and humming appreciatively.

"I'm surprised they don't eat ice cream in Raj Haval. Isn't it very hot there?"

"Well, yes, compared to Kurogaya," Raya says. She digs the spoon into the vanilla, getting another sliver of that.

"Do they just not enjoy sweet things, or what?"

"Oh. Hm. I do not know." She eats the vanilla thoughtfully. "According to the Makmet, we are not to eat cows, but ice cream is merely made from their milk, so I do not think it would apply."

Chanette pipes in, apparently knowing why. "It's because Wesmere has like a billion cows because we love steaks and burgers, but al-Qujafa has far fewer because they're way more expensive with how Dawiyites coddle them. Most of al-Qujafa won't accept any dairy product from countries that don't treat cows right. My mom comes from a farming family," she adds, when you give her a surprised look.

"Ah. I suppose that makes sense." She doesn't seem to take offense to the 'coddle' bit there. She takes her test of the chocolate, and hums appreciatively. "All three flavors are delicious, this was an excellent recommendation, Nanashi. Thank you."

"You're welcome," you tell her. You take a bite of your own ice cream, moaning appreciatively at the taste, and Chanette's blush returns. "Tell me about your lives, you two," you say, pointing your spoon at either of them in turn. "How is school? Friends?"

"Chan-chan and I are friends," Raya says, smiling.

"Yep, me and Raya, thick as thieves," Chanette says, giving an enthusiastic thumbs-up.

"If you're having any trouble in classes, I could tutor you."

"Oh. I am doing well, but Chan-chan is struggl-"

"Shh! Don't tell him that," Chanette says quickly. "He'll use it as an opportunity to 'tutor' me, and if I know one thing about Kurogaya, it's that that's a code word for molest!" You have... never heard that stereotype before. Indeed, you've never even seen any hint of sexual harassment by a teacher or tutor outside of... pornography... your eyes narrow at Chanette.

"Really, Chanette? If I were going to molest you, I'd just say as much, so I could watch you blush." Chanette's cheeks turn pink. "How much of your beliefs about Kurogaya are just based on lewd things you've read or seen?"

"I have lots of experience besides that!" Chanette cries defensively. "Tons of it! You wouldn't believe how mch experience I've got! More than anybody, if you knew, you'd go, that's too much! That's too much experience!" Raya's cheeks are red. Chanette crosses her arms.

"Besides. Such a tutoring session would last much longer than twenty three minutes." Chanette blushes as you bring up that number. "Far, far longer. Or do you not have the stamina to last that long?"

"I've got the stamina! I could get tutored for hours!"

"Ah, then Nanashi can help you with math," Raya says, smiling. Chanette turns scarlet at that.

"Math is actually my best subject, Chan-chan," you say, with a smile.

"Excellent, then Chanette can study it with you. Chanette?" She asks, looking at Chanette, who is shaking and looks to be a bit sweaty, cheeks red.

You turn to Chanette. "Look, Chanette, you're a very sweet girl. You shouldn't try so hard to fit in, or meet somebody else's expectation of you, that you embarrass yourself. Who you are is fine."

"What? I'm not, trying to fit in! I really am this cool! Right, Raya? I'm super cool."

"You are very cool," Raya agrees, uncertainly.

"Yeah. I'm like, top, top, tier girl. Top tier. I know what I got. I know what you're doing. You're trying to make me feel all weird, so you can get with me! Well, it won't work! I see your tricks, and I got, plenty of other guys, lining up for blocks, for me! So! There!"

"You sure are, Chanette. You sure are." You offer her a patronizing smile, admiring how cute she is, as she's incredibly flustered. "So. How about that tutoring? I'd gladly help you with math."

"Yes," Raya agrees. "See? This is good, Chan-chan. You can learn about math, and be better at it."

"Fuh, fine! You can... you can come over to my house to tutor me. Just because you're some... some sexy Kurogayan rich guy, don't think it'll be easy to get in my pants! And don't try anything, because my big sis will be home!"

"We didn't pick a date."

"She's always home, because she's a slacker!" She lets out a deep breath and shovels a big spoonful of ice cream into her mouth, then winces. "Ah, ah, brain freeze," she says, holding the sides of her forehead.

"I thought you were not worried about brain freeze?" Raya asks. Chanette gets bright red as she remembers why Raya thinks that.

"Stick your tongue to the roof of your mouth, it helps with brain freeze." Chanette does so, sighing a bit as her brain freeze gradually disappates. "So... you think I'm sexy?"

"You're alright," Chanette says.

"Still. Pretty high praise, from the girl with guys lining up around the block." You clap your hands. "So. Three days from now, afternoon, work for you?"

"Ah ah, fine," she says. "Don't molest me!"

"I promise, I promise. Besides, like you said, your big sister will be there to stop me if I try something like that."

"Yeah. Exactly! So don't! No matter what!"

"I won't," you agree.

At that point, the ice cream is pretty much done, everyone having eaten their bit. "This was very nice, Nanashi, even if Chan-chan obviously was quite flustered by some of the things you said."

"I wasn't flustered!"

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to suggest you were flustered when you weren't, I just thought that you were flustered. Not that I normally think you're flustered. Not that I think you're unable to be flustered."

"It's fine, forget it!" Chanette cries. "Ah, I'm going home!" She storms out of the ice cream shop.

Raya smiles. "Thank you for suggesting ice cream, it is delicious. I think I will try a lot of different flavors."

"I'm glad that you enjoyed it, and I'm glad to get to spend time with you. Would you mind giving me your number? That way it'd be easier to schedule nice get-togethers like this."

"Oh, certainly," she says, with a smile. She removes her phone, which is some weird model you don't recognize that looks kinda like an n-gage. "It is, are you ready?" She glances up at you, and you nod. "475-33868-331. Make sure you take down the area code, it is unusual because I am not from this area."

"Duly noted." You give her your phone number in return.

"I should probably be heading home to my grandparents." She bows. "Thank you for your time." She departs.

You call up Shiiro to come pick you up. The sun's setting, so you should probably head home. Home to one of your girlfriends, and your hot sisters and moms.

Of course, the name that doesn't slip your mind for longer than a couple seconds is Setsuko. You get in the car and let Shiiro drive you home, making a bit of absent chit-chat with him.

When you arrive home, you head to Setsuko and Noriko's room, where the new employee is busily doing what looks like re-rearranging her clothes in the drawers. Noriko's elsewhere, perhaps reading or entertaining herself.

"How are you settling in, Setsuko?" You ask.

She jumps in surprise at the sound. "Oh! Nanashi-sama. You scared me." She swallows. "I'm doing well. I actually cleaned so much your mother told me that I'd done enough and I could call it a day." She swallows again, wringing her hands a bit. "How are you? Is Noriko well? She didn't sleep with me last night, I assume she slept with you. Is she happy? Are you treating her well?"

"I'm trying to take good care of her, and that means taking good care of you, too," you say, stepping towards her and gently patting her shoulder. Her clothing doesn't show much cleavage, which is rather unusual for women's clothes in this world, but then, she's probably got bruises on her chest. You try not to let it be too obvious that her excessive bust attracts your attention. "What you've done is a huge deal. It will make you and Noriko's lives much better, in the short and long term, to be away from that man. I'm glad you were willing to go to these lengths for your daughter."

"Th-thank you, Nanashi-sama," she says, blushing and bowing her head.

"As to Noriko, she's very happy and expressive," you tell her, with a gentle smile.

"Oh, that's good to hear," she says, smiling nervously. "I'm glad she's happy, Nanashi-sama." She swallows again, bouncing her weight from one foot to the other. "Do you need me to do anything? I have a lot of time and nothing to fill it with, so it's fine if you need something cleaned, I can do it now. Or cooked, I'm a good cook, my- people, people used to say."

"How are you with strawberries?" You ask, smiling.

"Ah, yes, I can do, strawberry ice cream? Or cake. Or... or a nice fruit bowl, with strawberries and other things?"

"Akiko will have turned in for the night to be with Shiiro, so you'll have to be my cook this evening. Probably not ice cream, since I just had some, but go ahead and surprise me. Well - not surprise, I suppose, I'd like to take the chance to talk to you."

"Ah, sure, okay." She nods rapidly, quivering a bit. "Right. Let's, let's go?" You let go of her shoulder and gesture past yourself, and she strides on, with you following behind her. She's just a couple inches shorter than you, and you admire her body from behind as you follow her. She's wearing short-shorts that really show off a plump ass, as the two of you head down the staircase. "Okay. Strawberries. Would you like a fruit salad? I know a recipe for a nice frit salsa, strawberry, kiwi, and apples."

"Like I said, your pick."

She hums thoughtfully. "I'll make the fruit salsa, it's easier to share, if, if you'll let me have a bit, Nanashi-sama."

"Sure," you say. "You're a very nice woman, I'd be a cruel young man to deny you such a simple thing as a bite of your own home cooking." You pat her head, very gently, and she offers you a blush and smile as she gets to work.

You chat a bit, about her, about Noriko. How she's feeling, having moved places. She fidgets a lot when she's not working, but her hands are pretty steady as she cuts up the fruit and everything. Noriko comes into the kitchen as Setsuko finishes up her meal prep.

"Oh, there you are, Nanashi-san." She glances around, turning her head a full 180 degrees, and her body another 180, to make certain no one is watching. "Where will I be sleeping tonight?"

Setsuko squeaks in surprise but refocuses on her work. "Here," she says, putting the bowl of red and green and white down on the kitchen's island, then toweling off her own hands. "I'll go grab the corn chips."

"Nanashi-san?" Noriko asks.

"It's up to you."

"Oh." Then she smiles, a very slight thing, her cheeks a bit pink. "Then I would like to sleep in your bedroom again."

You kiss her forehead as her mother returns with the corn chips, putting them down. You try out the fruit salsa, and Setsuko looks up at you uncertainly, worried you won't like it. It's an interesting flavor: sweet and soft, from the salsa, and crunchy and salty, from the chips, but they seem to go together fairly well.

"It's good. Thank you very much. Come on," you say, with a gesture to both of them, picking up the bowl and the chips and sitting down at the island. Both Noriko and Setsuko are soon seated at the table as well, and you share around the chips. Setsuko gets up to grab some plates, then pours out some chips on each, so you don't have to trade around the corn chip bag quite so much. "You know, you are a very cute pair," you say, smiling at the two of them. "I can see where Noriko gets her good looks."

Setsuko blushes, looking down at the table. "Ah, you're just saying that... she has her..." she trails off. "She doesn't have my eyes, and those are her most striking feature."

Noriko gently presses her fingers to her cheekbone, running around the outline of those big, staring, owl-like eyes. "Are my eyes my most striking feature?"

"Well, what do you think is your most striking feature, sweetie?" Setsuko asks, in a sort of patronizing way.

Noriko looks down at her body, then back up. Then her fingers press at her lips, and her nose. "Oh. I had not thought about it, but I suppose that is true. People often comment on my stare or the way I look at them, but rarely on other features." She takes a chip and another bite of fruit salsa.

"I like her blush the most, and I suspect she gets it from her beautiful mother," you say. Setsuko blushes in response, turning her gaze down to her corn chips and eating one. "It is a shame she doesn't get more from you, especially given you have so many striking features," you add, and Setsko blushes still brighter.

Noriko looks down at her chest pensively.

"Not that your body is unsatisfying, Noriko," you tell her, quickly. "I was just looking for an opportunity to make your mother blush."

"Ah. Is her blush similar to mine? I rarely see it."

"It's a bit brighter, but it's very cute, just like yours," you tell her. Noriko smiles very slightly.

Soon enough, the fruit salsa is emptied of its contents, and Setsuko picks it up, washing it out in the sink before placing it in the dishwasher. She also takes the corn chips, rolls them up, and heads to the pantry.

Noriko stands up at the same time you do, then laces her fingers together with yours. "Will we be going to bed now, Nanashi-san?"

"Yes, we will." You draw her alongside you to your bedroom, taking a quick glance around to make sure nobody sees at each corner, before finally getting inside and locking both doors. She crawls onto the bed, still in her school uniform, cute little skirt that covers hardly anything, short sleeves, a low cleavage with the top few buttons. Her lips are slightly parted as she stares up at you.

"Will we be making love tonight as well, Nanashi-san?"

"Yes, we will," you tell her, with a smile, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

"How will we be making love?"

"In a way I think you might find very fun," you tell her. She tilts her head, curiously. You take out your phone and call up Terumi. "Hello, Terumi?" You pop out another BC pill from the container and put it in your mouth.

"Hello," Terumi says, sounding almost breathless. "Is it okay to call you..."

"Master? Yes."

"A~h, I'm glad, Master." She sighs like it was almost sexual pleasure. "I'm in my room. What do you need of me? I can help you with anything."

She sounds odd on the phone. "Were you in the middle of something?"

"...nothing you need to worry about, Master," she says, after a couple seconds. "It's not urgent. Please, keep talking, Master." You're pretty sure you caught her masturbating, which is just about perfect.

"I just want you to listen to something."

"Okay, Master. What?"

"To the sound of me fucking Noriko." You hand the phone to Noriko. "Describe everything in detail," you say.

"He is taking off his pants," Noriko says, in that soft, toneless voice of hers. "He is now removing his underwear, and his erect penis is visible. He is taking off my skirt," she says, her voice only shifting a little as you strip her. "He is undoing the buttons on my school uniform, so that my chest is completely exposed, save for my white bra. He is pulling off my panties. He is removing his own shirt. He is reaching behind my torso to unbutton my bra. He is removing my bra from the arm that is not holding the phone. He is physically taking the phone out of my hand and holding it there, presumably so that I can remove my bra altogether. He is gesturing to me to take off my shirt as well. We are both entirely naked now."

"Alright, Noriko," you say. "Take back the phone."

"I am taking back the phone, per Nanashi-san's instructions." You lie down besides her, and pat your thighs. "I am getting on top of Nanashi-san, now. I am straddling his chest. Are you alright? You are making a very strange noise." She puts her hand over the receiver. "She says she is alright." She pulls her hand away. "He is grasping my hips, and pushing me further down, to his thighs. His erect cock is now teasing my wet sex." There's a brief pause, something audible from Terumi on the other side of the line. "I-it feels very good, yes."

"Put the phone on speaker," you order. Noriko pulls it away from her ear and hits a button.

"Ah, Master, it sounds like the phone is on speaker. Can you hear me?"

"Yes," you say. You grasp Noriko's hips and rub her cunt along your cock, her juices drooling down and making her wet. "Don't forget to explain to Terumi what's happening, Noriko," you tell her, as you angle her cunt at your cock.

"He is sliding my body down his cock. I have completely enveloped him."

"Ah, doesn't it hurt, to have him take your virginity?" Terumi squeaks a bit as she says that.

"He took my virginity last night. I took his, as well," she adds, with a certain tone of pride to her voice. Terumi moans over the line, orgasming to that. Noriko tilts her head. "Your response is very odd." You give her ass a quick swat. "He just spanked my ass, presumably because he wishes me to begin riding him properly," she explains, as she starts to hump you.

"The~n do it," Terumi moans over the phone.

"I am already doing it," Noriko replies. Her cunt is tight as she starts to bounce on your dick. She grinds, forwards and backwards, her sex slithering up and down and all along your cock, her juices drooling out over your dick. "I am currently grinding on his cock. I am moving my hips in a slow, circular motion, intended to make him feel good. I am now moving up and down."

"Are your little tits bouncing?" Terumi sounds breathless as she asks.

Your hands reach up for Noriko's breasts, gently teasing her nipples with your thumbs. "No. Nanashi is playing with my breasts and holding them in place, as I move my body up and down his cock. His thumbs are on my nipples. I-it feels very good," she says, her voice stuttering a bit, a faint flush to her cheeks. "I believe I am going to orgasm soon." She swallows, breathless, as you use your hands on her breasts to force her to move faster. "He is fucking me faster, now. H-his cock feels particularly large, o-or perhaps, I am growing, tighter. I-I think-" she squeals at that point, animal, one hand quickly covering her mouth, biting her knuckle to keep herself quiet. Her cunt convulses on your cock, massaging you.

"What? What's happened?"

"Noriko came," you tell Terumi, smiling up at Noriko as Terumi's sexual noises become more and more active on the other end of the line. "I think Terumi likes to hear about this kind of thing," you explain, your hands gently running along Noriko's body. "What do you think?" Noriko nods quickly, still in the throes of orgasm, breathless, intense.

You let Noriko bounce up and down your cock, admiring her small body as she takes you to the base over and over. Your tongue runs along your upper lip, and you smile up at her, earning a smile in return. "A-ah, he is smiling at me. My cheeks are warm, because I-I am blushing, and smiling down at him. H-his cock, is throbbing, in me," she pants out, before her fingers clench on your hand. "I am thinking of putting his fingers in my mouth, so I can suck on them, but I cannot, without ending our conversation."

"P-please don't, I, I want to hear more," Terumi says hurriedly from the other end of the line. "I w-want to hear all about how my Master fucks you."

"V-very thoroughly," Noriko says, before taking your hand, putting your fingers on her tongue, and then promptly coming with them there. You tease her sensitive tongue, making her pant, eyelashes flicking, a little drool rolling onto her lower lip as she thrashes atop you, her cunt squeezing you, her sensitive, lewd little body starting to sweat with intensity. She suckles desperately on your fingers as she rolls through her orgasm, a bit of her drool splashing out of her mouth, onto your stomach and groin, mixing with her plentiful juices down there.

When Noriko finishes orgasming, you can hear Terumi panting heavily from the other end of the line, as if in her own post-coming bliss. You pop your fingers out of Noriko's mouth, smiling up at her as you caress her cheek. She smiles back down at you. Then you start to thrust up into her, making her squeak, your other hand grasping her hips to keep her from falling off. "A-ah, he's fucking me, e-e-e-extra, extra hard," Noriko sputters out. "I-it's, it feels, intense, his, his cock," she squeals in pleasure as she orgasms again.

You fuck her raw like that for a while, grasping her hair, making her eyes roll up in pleasure. She orgasms, over, and over, telling Terumi about each one, using words like "intense" and "pleasurable" at first, but eventually moving into the domain of such phrases as "ecstatic" and "rapturous."

"His cock's so good, the best, the best, it fills me up, Terumi, it fills me up and claims me as its, it's big and it fits so snug in me, I think it's good I'm so small, because it means I fit his cock tightly as possible, all wrapped around his cock, I love the feeling of it, Terumi, it feels like, like my sense of touch is fading, like, I can't feel my legs because of his cock, because all I can feel down there is his cock filling me up, a-and spreading, spreading me out. It feels so good, I can't feel my legs, Terumi, they're not numb, I just can't f-feel them, because, because the feeling of his cock, is th-that, that strong."

She orgasms again, with a moan, and you gently guide her head down, kissing her on the lips. "He's, mf, kissing, mf, me," she manages to get out, as you slurp on her tongue, before finally depositing the phone besides your head and just enjoying the kiss. You let go, closing your eyes, jerking inside her. She moans softly at the feeling of your come filling her up, and when you're completely spent, she tumbles off you to one side, opposite the phone. "He came inside while kissing me, Terumi," she says.

Terumi moans over the other end of the line, obviously orgasming again to the imagery of it.

You pick up the phone, turning off speaker. "Terumi, I want a photograph of what you look like right now. In return, I will give you a photograph of Noriko."

"Yesh Master," she slurs out. "Can't take photos and talk on this phone."

"Then hang up."

She does, almost instantly. It takes just a handful of seconds, and then you've got a shot of Terumi. It's from the profile, made with the camera in landscape mode, her arm stretched out to hold it as best she can. The lighting's a bit poor, but you can see her, lying in bed, pale skin covered in sweat, tits big, a practical fountain of her juices glistening between her thighs. Her expression is pleasure-stupid, intensely so, eyes crossed, her mouth half-agape, a smile on her lips.

When you don't immediately respond, she sends another photo, this one of her face, her fingers on her free hand (which isn't holding her phone) in a V, the curve of her breasts and erect nipples visible, her mouth in an open smile. Then another photo, a close up of her open mouth, tongue lolling out, drool pooling within.

You ignore the next two boops that inform you she's taken more photos, and instead focus on Noriko, sliding a bit away from her. "Smile, Noriko. And give me a V sign with your fingers, too." She smiles, very softly, her fingers raised in a V besides her face, her eyes staring at the phone. Her pale skin suggests little, but the area of pink where you gripped her hips suggests more than enough to make up for it. Her thighs are drenched, and some of your cum is visibly slithering its way down one of her thighs, as she lies on her side smiling at the camera.

You take a photo and send it, then review the two more that Terumi sent you in the meantime - one's a close up of her wet cunt, the other's her mimicking doggy style and trying to get a shot from above and behind, awkwardly twisting, showing off her back and buttock as her cheek presses against the sheet of her bed.

"Do you want to see the photos, Noriko?"

Noriko nods, curious. You sidle back up to her, and she rests her head on your shoulder, looking up at the phone as you flick through them. She tilts her head a bit as she stares up at each with those owl eyes. "Ah. These are quite good. Terumi is good at photography."

You ruffle her hair, then phone Terumi back up. "Did you like the photos, Master?" She asks, breathlessly.

"They're good. You're a very beautiful young woman. Noriko liked them too," you add, kissing Noriko's head. "There's something I want to tell you both." You put the phone on speaker, lying it on your chest. Noriko looks up at you curiously. "I love you, Noriko. And I love you, Terumi."

"I love you, Master," Terumi says, excitedly, over the phone. "I love you so much, Master."

"I love you too, Nanashi-san," Noriko says, rubbing her cheek against your shoulder. "Can we go to sleep like this?"

"Of course," you say, kissing her forehead.

"Could you turn off the phone? It would likely be quite expensive to keep it running all night."

"Sure. Good night, Terumi."

"Good night, Master~" Terumi says, before you end the call, and put the phone to the side. You pull the blanket over you and Noriko again, and she smiles and snuggles against you, one hand on your naked chest.

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