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Taboo Parallel	By : Strigon2 Category: +M to R > Neon Genesis Evangelion Views: 105790 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Notes: Well, that took a long ass time. Anyway, here is the latest installment of our perverted redhead’s sex adventures. I would call it a sexventure, but that sound a little too capitalist for my taste. Some people have complained in the reviews lack of the Rei, well, you lazy jackanapes, how about contributing? You can send a email and shit to us and contribute some gooey Rei goodness to the story or write your own omake. We have some plans for her later. They involve, how do I say, experiments. For science.

Stage 9: Move it or lose it.

It was already late when Shinji woke up, and he decided that he didn’t care about going to school today.
He laid in his bed for a good while, staring up at the ceiling and feeling tired. Under the circumstances it was surprising he managed to get any sleep at all, thanks in large part to his redheaded roommate and her boyfriend going at it like crazed rabbits on the other side of the thin wall.
All through the week Asuka had seemed particularly down, even depressed. And when Asuka was unhappy she made everyone else unhappy. She began skipping school and seldom left her room at all. Shinji didn’t know what it was, but she was clearly very upset. He remembered how wasted she had been after her birthday party and how Musashi had carried her into the bathroom, and for a time thought the boy might have taken some indecent liberties with her unconscious body.
But even if that was the case it wasn’t the reason for Asuka’s foul mood. Indeed, the only thing that seemed to pick her up were Musashi’s increasingly common visits. Then yesterday he simply hadn’t left. When Shinji arrived home from school he found both of them sitting in front of the television, but their attention was firmly on each other. As they kissed, Musashi’s hands were busily yanking down Asuka’s T-shirt to expose her left breast and kneading it while the redhead fished out his penis from his pants and began stroking him to a full hardness. Asuka’s high-cut jean-shorts were open in the front and Shinji saw that she had apparently trimmed her pubic hair in the shape of a heart.
Then, as Shinji stood there frozen and watched, Asuka leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around Musashi’s penis. Her cheeks hollowed in as her head moved up and down in a frantic pace, and the wet slurping sounds escaping her cock-filled mouth filled the room and completely muted the sound of TV.
It must have been good because Musashi was soon filling her mouth with his seed. When he finished, Asuka brushed off the fat, dangling white strings off her lips and chin with the back of her hand, pulled her jean shorts down and straddled his waist.
That was when Shinji finally decided he’d seen enough and ran to his room. He quickly put on his earphones to drown out the sounds of sex in the music, but, to his shame, he found that he had a massive hard-on. As Asuka and Musashi did their thing, he helplessly jerked off into a tissue.
In the evening Asuka came knocking at his door and, in her usual arrogant manner, declared that Musashi would stay overnight. He nodded though it was obvious that the redhead wasn’t seeking for a permission. When she left the noise of sex quickly resumed, and it seemed that neither Asuka nor Musashi had any intention of sleeping. Several times Shinji woke up with the sound of their intense lovemaking, moans and panting accompanied with wet slapping of flesh and the rhythmic creaking from the bed.
It was incredible. Shinji never thought such wild extended sex to be humanly possible. They just kept on going, fucking and fucking all night. At one point he wasn’t even sure if he was dreaming it. He could only hope and try to sleep. They must have fallen asleep too, because when opened his eyes in morning the sounds had stopped.
Stifling a yawn, Shinji finally climbed out of bed and put some clothes on. He shuffled down the hall, fighting the urge to go check up on Asuka as he passed her door on his way to the kitchen then decided against it. Asuka was never happy to be woken and he didn’t want to see her like that.
Maybe she doesn’t know I can hear her, Shinji thought briefly--a thought that was instantly lost the next moment when he entered the kitchen and found the redheaded girl in question sitting in Musashi’s lap.
Just like the day before, the two lovers were too busy making out to notice him. But unlike the day before, Asuka had not even bothered throwing on some clothes.
Shinji stared at her total, unabashed nakedness, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. He felt his own embarrassment rising as heat on his face.
Both Asuka and Musashi looked like they’d had a rough night. The tanned boy’s hair was badly-tousled, and his heavy eyes lidded from sleeplessness. He wore one of Asuka’s T-shirts and a pair of boxers, but at least he had the decency to wear something. His hands and thighs were covered in scratches, and Shinji was pretty sure his back must have looked even worse.
In contrast, there were no scratches on Asuka’s nude body. Her succulent breasts were instead covered in bite marks, and her puffy red nipples had obviously been sucked and played with extensively. Her hair, as might be expected, was even more of a tousled, wiry mess, with sticky red locks falling across her face. However, the worse was between her legs, where her labia, pink and swollen, dangled around her loose entrance like stretched out meat curtains. It was almost impossible to believe that it was the same tight pussy of his fantasies, the same one she had nearly assaulted him with.
And yet she was still such a beautiful thing to look at. All of her was amazing, from head to toes. Together with Mana’s, hers was only the second pussy he ever saw, but Mana always made him wear a condom so Asuka’s was the only one he experienced raw. Before Shinji could control himself he found his member growing stiff and a noticeable tent rose on the front of his shorts.
He watched as Asuka’s body slithered like a snake, her hands running up and down Musashi’s back as the boy held her around the waist. When she finally broke the kiss, their lips remained connected by a thin strand of saliva. She wiped it off, and squirmed herself more firmly into his lap.
Musashi, who, like Shinji, was nursing quite a bulge in his shorts, wasted no time. He pulled her in and engulfed her mouth with his and they were at it again, kissing hungrily and squirming together. As they did, Musashi’s hand came up to grope and fondle Asuka’s exposed breasts while she sent her own hand down inside his shorts to grasp his erection.
Shinji didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what would happen next. He knew he should walk away, as he had done the night before, but this time his legs did not listen.
Asuka was moaning openly now, a noise he had heard far too often lately, carried off by lust as the kissing and touching grew more frantic. The naked redhead then straddled Musashi’s waist, devouring his face with her mouth, and succeeded in retrieving his hardened penis, which was now jutting bolt upright between them like a mast. Her hand gripped it tightly, moving slowly up and down.
Finally, Musashi pulled back from her and Asuka grinned down at him, saliva glistening from the corners of her mouth.
“See? That was nice.” Her chest was heaving, and if anything made her firm breasts all the more attractive.
“I know, but we still shouldn’t be doing it here.” Despite the objection, Musashi’s hands still continued to stroke her sides, as if not able to tear away. “They could wake up any minute now.”
Her eyes flicked down. “You cock doesn’t seem to mind, though.”
“No,” he admitted. “It doesn’t, Asuka nee-chan. Eh, makes me wonder if you’ve been getting some practice.”
Asuka made a snappish laugh.
“Yeah, no shit. Everyone but the idiot. He can always call that skank-ass girlfriend of his for a handjob.”
That made Shinji’s body grow tensed. Who did she think she was to be calling Mana a skank? Mana wasn’t the one prancing around naked and acting like a total slut, and at least Mana cared about him as more than just some kind of sex toy. If Asuka thought that made Mana a skank what did her behavior make her? What kind of whore had his old childhood crush become?
But talking about Shinji seemed to have merely served to rile the redhead up. She rose out of the chair and turned around. Bending over, she used one hand to brace against the table and reach back with the other, spreading open her buttocks and offering Musashi at good look at her crack.
“I’ve had enough of this,” she declared angrily, spreading her legs as far as she could with her feet planted firmly on the floor, showing both her loose, wet cunt and puckered asshole. Both orifices had clearly been used repeatedly and were rimmed with dried-up specs of white. “Stick it in.”
Shinji thought he would be sick as he said the word, yet his dick was as hard as Musashi’s. The sight of Asuka’s pussy was like dangling a slab of meat in front of a starving dog.
“Seriously?” The tanned boy frowned, but he did not try to escape and his eyes remained glued on Asuka’s attractive behind. “Lets just get some coffee and go back to your room.”
“Are you stupid?” The redhead scowled furiously over her shoulder at Musashi. “I’m tired of doing it in the same place. And you know Yui doesn’t care. Come on!”
Musashi sighed as he got on his feet, his penis bobbing up freely in front of him. “Geez. So demanding.”
“Shut up and fuck,” Asuka grumbled, thrusting herself back until Musashi wrapped his hands around her slender waist and lined up on the sodden slit of her entrance.
Tightening his grasp on the redhead’s narrow waist, Musashi swiveled his hips forwards and in one single stroke split Asuka’s drooling labia and slid inside her channel. Asuka cried out in pleasure as she was filled and a visible shudder spread through her body, forcing her to rise on her toes.
Musashi grunted, buried to the hilt within her, then pulled almost all the way out and thrust his hips forwards again, slamming into her soft buttocks with a wet slap. They quickly got in a rhythm, panting and moaning and fucking.
Shinji grit his teeth at the sight, perverse yet so arousing. It wasn’t the first time he saw them fuck, but it did not make it any easier.
You can leave, he told himself. You don’t have to watch this.
And yet he still did. Mesmerized, he watched as Asuka actively pushed back against Musashi’s assault, turning her feet outward and flexing her knees to allow him to deepen the penetration. He watched her small breasts dangling from her chest like two ripe fruits, back and forth in time with the pounding she was receiving. And he watched the look on her reddening face.
“Fuck me harder!” she yelled between grunts. “Yeah. Ugh! Show me how it’s done!”
Musashi groaned, his features twisted in growing effort as he picked up his pace, his hips thrusting and slapping. The sounds and smell of sex filled the kitchen.
It didn’t take long for their bodies to become drenched in sweat. From where he stood Shinji could see the spray of perspiration bounding her buttocks, which flattened and juggled wildly each time Musashi’s pelvis rammed against her. The tanned boy held on as if his life depended on it, his fingers digging so deep into the soft flesh of Asuka’s waist that Shinji was sure they would leave marks. Asuka did not seem to care--she was clearly too busy enjoying every second of it.
“Oooh! Oooooooh! Gott! Jaaaaa!” Asuka moaned, switching to her native german language as the slapping sounds grew louder and louder.
By now one of her hands had buried itself between her legs, rubbing her clit and Musashi’s hard dick alternately as he penetrated her swollen cunt lips. Her long shapely legs bucked with each thrust, each impact of flesh, and a small puddle had began to form on the floor between them. Her eyes slowly began to roll up, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. A long string of saliva drooled from her mouth before breaking off and splashing on the table.
“You love it, don’t you?” Musashi grunted into Asuka’s ear, his hips slamming down so hard they left slightly red imprints on her buttocks and made the supple flesh ripple with each impact. “Your pussy is gripping me like crazy! It’s so tight that it’s totally sucking me in! You are such a slut.”
Shinji could see that. Her pussy was clinging on Musashi’s thrusting penis so hard that whenever his rigid cock pushed back, the flesh of her meaty pussy lips pushed out a little, as if not willing to let go.
“Ju-just shut up and fuck meeee!” Asuka half groaned, half moaned.
Musashi did just that, increasing his pace until the table was creaking and shifting with their combined weight and the force of their movement. Then, keeping one hand on her sweaty hips, he used the other to grab that messy red mane of hers and pull so hard that her whole body arched back, lifting her off the table completely. Asuka’s face was a red and sweaty smear, and she was clawing at the table surface as if trying to climb up on it. Pert young ass cheeks jiggled faster and faster, her bottom a fiery crimson blur.
Throughout this Shinji could only stare in revulsion and disgust. He couldn’t believe this was the same girl he had welcomed into his home, or become friends with, or one day, maybe, wanted to have as girlfriend.
Finally, Asuka’ threw her head back, eyes rolled up, her nose running and drool falling out of her mouth uncontrollably, and bellowed, “Oooh! Ughhhh! Aaaah! Sheisseeeeee! Ich komme, Ich komme, Ich komeeeeeeeeee!”
She screamed as her orgasm erupted. Her whole body spasmed and shook like she was about to collapse. Meanwhile, Musashi continued fucking her as hard as he could, and soon he too had reached his limit.
“Here I cum!” he yelled, and shoved himself up against the redhead’s upturned butt as deep as he would go.
Shinji could not see him coming inside Asuka, but he could hear the noises and watched his every muscle grow tense. While his own ejaculations were usually small and brief, Musashi seemed to go on forever, releasing every single drop of his seed right into Asuka’s womb.
When he let go of her hair, Asuka slumped forward and flopped down on the table. For a moments Musashi stood there behind her as Asuka’s pussy milked the last of his cum out of him, then he gave in and collapsed on top of her, their sweat-drenched bodies making a glistening pile. The smell of sex was heavy enough to chew.
“How’s that for breakfast?” Musashi whispered in Asuka’s ear, his cum slowly dripping between her slender legs.
“Yummy,” Asuka let out a happy sigh.
Musashi grinned, pulling his softening cock out and as he did a thick stream of creamy white snot dribbled from Asuka’s stretched pink sheath. Then he finally noticed Shinji standing there, shock on his face and a bulging hard-on inside his shorts.
“Shit,” he quickly fumbled with his boxers, stuffing his soft wet dick back inside his waistband
“Wha- what is it?” Asuka asked, not lifting her head.
“We have company, that’s what.” Musashi replied angrily.
This made the redhead look up and her eyes met Shinji’s. Differently from Musashi Asuka did not try to cover herself up. “What the hell do you want?” When Shinji didn’t say anything, she straightened up, causing a thick glob of sperm to rope down from her swollen sheath. “Well? Are you just going to stand there like an idiot?”
“Eh, don’t be so mean, Asuka nee-chan,” Musashi said. He casually smacked Asuka’s flustered left buttock, making her jump. “I should probably go anyway. I doubt my tired dick could handle any more sex.”
Shinji wanted to slap him, but the tanned boy quickly exited the kitchen went back to Asuka’s room, leaving him alone with the naked girl. He wasn’t sure what he should do--yell at her, laugh or ignore her and go make breakfast. In the end he did what he usually did the best, absolutely nothing.
Asuka groaned as she pushed her body away from the table, but her legs wobbled under her and she had to grab onto the edge for support. She made to follow Musashi out of the kitchen.
“Where are you going?” Shinji asked before he could stop himself.
Asuka blinked and then looked at him as if seeing for the first time. “That’s none of your business.”
“You are going to have him fuck you again, aren’t you?” Shinji wasn’t shouting, but his voice trembled a little from the boiling anger. “Like last night? Over and over.”
Asuka’s eyes narrowed. “So what?” she hissed. “It’s my body and I’ll do whatever I want with it. I’ll do anyone I want, whenever I want. You got a problem with that?”
Up until now Shinji had always refused to believe the rumours, even though their school was full of tales about Asuka’s sluttiness, even though many claimed to have done her and many more claimed to have pictures of her. But facing the cruel truth he had to admit every single bit of that was probably true.
Shinji couldn’t believe it. Asuka was practically screwed senseless and pounded so hard that she could barely stand, and yet she was already thinking about having sex again. How the hell could anyone be so loose? “This is sick,” he said.
“You are such a fucking hypocrite!” Asuka yelled and pointed to prominent bulge in his pants. “What the fuck is that? Huh? Everyone has sex, at least I don’t try to hide it. I like it. It’s all I have that makes me feel good. So fuck you!”
Shinji shook his head. “That doesn’t make it right.”
“Who gives a shit if it’s right?”
“I do!” Shinji yelled back at her.
If anything that made her even angrier. Her eyes bristled with cold blue fury. “Oh I can see how much you do alright!” Hands clenched, Asuka stormed towards him, and before he could step away her naked sweaty body pressed against him. “Especially this part!”
Asuka’s hand landed onto the bulge in his underpants and squeezed. Shinji moaned involuntarily, feeling her fingers encircle his erection through the cloth.
“What is it, idiot?” Asuka whispered into his ear, her voice suddenly husky and low as she could already feel the fluid from his excitement soaking the front of his boxers. “Feels just right now, doesn’t it? All boys think with their cocks. You are no different.”
“S-stop it.” Shinji protested. But as he tried to step back Asuka squeezed his member painfully and help him in place.
“Look, it’s all hard and hot!” she laughed. “Is this the thing you use to fuck that whore of a girlfriend?”
“I told you to stop it!” Angry that she would dare bring Mana into this, Shinji pushed the naked redhead off. But Asuka was not about to take that from him and pushed back in return, hard.
So hard in fact that he lost his balance and found himself falling backwards, hitting the front of the counter with his head and sliding to the ground. He didn’t see the coffee pot coming down on him, but felt the burning liquid pour over his shoulder and left arm and heard it shatter.
“Pathetic,” Asuka muttered, looking down at him with utter disdain.
Maybe he was pathetic, Shinji thought, but she was beyond that already. A fresh wave of anger and hatred washed over him and gave him strength to rise to his feet. His shoulder was soaked wet and burned, and his head hurt, but those things were unimportant now. All he could think about was Asuka, and how angry he was at her for what she had turned into.
“What?” Asuka snorted, still looking at him like he was a small bug under her feet. “Gonna cry for mommy now?”
She barely had time to finish speaking before Shinji’s hands shot up and his fingers wrapped around her slender throat. He saw Asuka’s eyes widen in shock, and for a moment he could not believe he was doing this to his childhood friend. It didn’t seem real. And because it didn’t, Shinji let his fingers dig in deeper, holding on with all his strength and cutting off her air supply completely.
After the initial shock passed, Asuka started to struggle. She let out a strangled noise but he ignored her, like she had ignored him so many times. There was a perverse pleasure in feeling her warm body wriggle and groan under his hands as her mocking eyes grew wet with tears and snot ran down from that haughty nose of hers. Her whole face was getting hot and red, and her struggles intensified.
Shinji knew that he should not be doing it, that it was dangerous, that it was bad, but he could not stop himself. It was as if his hands and belonged to someone else; as if some slumbering beast had woken up in him.
By now Asuka was kicking him wildly and trying to pry his hands away. Then, in desperation, she brought up her foot and slammed it into his groin.
He was falling again, suddenly all his strength gone and in a world of pain as he hit the floor with a thud. The room seemed to turn blinding white and then the next thing he was Asuka crawling on top of him, her face a furious red mask. Before he could gather himself, she drove her fist into his face, over and over, spewing insults and saliva from her mouth.
Strangely, Shinji felt oddly pleased, and even as her fist slammed into his face, and he saw his own blood dripping from her knuckles there was a kind of twisted satisfaction in knowing he had forced this reaction from her. He was glad that he could hurt her so much she had to hurt him in return; glad that she still cared enough to hate him.
Then the door burst open.
“My god!” Shinji heard his mother yelling. He saw blur of movement and two hands grabbing Asuka’s hair from behind and yanking her away. The girl was kicking and screaming, flailing hands and feet at the air as she was heaved off and sent stumbling across the kitchen.
His mother was still screaming. So was Asuka. But the words didn’t make any sense. All he could think about was that she should probably put some clothes on.
*

“I want you out of my house!”
Yui’s furious words still rang in her ears as Asuka rushed into her bedroom, tripping and stumbling and on the verge of tears. She immediately marched to her closet, pulled out a large duffel bag she hadn’t used since moving in from Germany and carried it over to her bed. The she hurried to her dresser, yanked out the drawers and began taking armfuls of underwear and socks to the bag.
When she went back to empty the top drawers and caught a reflexion of herself, the teen redheaded girl stopped. The naked girl that looked back seemed mad. Her hair was a tangled, disheveled mess, her blue eyes wide and wild, half her face sporting a red handprint where Yui had slapped with such force it sent sprawling to the floor. Her cheek was a swollen red balloon, stinging almost as badly as any spanking she had ever received from Mana or Mari. She couldn’t believe it had come to that. She could believe what she had done … what Shinji had tried to do.
Her throat was red as well. Shinji had squeezed it so hard his fingers dug in all the way to her windpipe. Her hand rose absently to touch the redness. She could almost make out his fingers on her skin. There was blood on her knuckles. Shinji’s blood. He had been bleeding quite a lot when Yui pulled her off. She had screamed that Shinji attacked her first, that he was strangling her, but that was poor justification in Yui’s mind--and maybe it was. All Asuka really knew was that she had to get her things.
Predictably, Yui Ikari had sided with her son. The bitch had been hysterical. “I won’t have a crazy psycho living in my house,” she screamed as Asuka rubbed her cheek on the floor. “Leave. Leave now.”
What a load of crap, Asuka thought. I’m not the one who gets people raped and turned to slaves. Fuck her. The little prick had his beating coming. It was his fault!
Even so, she had to admit that after what just happened there was no way she could stay under the same roof as Shinji. Things had gone too far, and for what? She had been eager to push him, hoping that he would take charge, like Musashi did, and in his anger turn her around, bend her over and fuck her like he hated her. That she could have accepted, and forgiven. She was naked and willing--what more did he want? Instead Shinji had wrapped his hands around her throat and tried to strangle her.
Suddenly she felt very tired. The night of sleepless sex with Musashi seemed to be catching up to her and now this. She dropped down on her bed, bringing her hands up to cover her face.
She didn’t know what she would do, where she could go. Her step-parents didn’t care enough about her to call, and she didn’t want them involved. She could try staying with Hikari, but Hikari had her family and staying over for a night or a weekend wasn’t the same as staying for a few months or more. It would mean no privacy, and absolutely no having Musashi over. And as embarrassing as it might sound, other than Hikari she did not really have any friends.
When she was the school’s number one idol she had plenty of ‘friends’ swarming over her like a bunch of flies, but thanks to the nasty rumours spreading around the school they now avoided her, looking at her as if she was some fucking leper. Her fiery and short temper did not help her either. There was Musashi, of course, but his parents would not allow it. After all, there was a reason they never did it there.
She was about ready to give up hope when her mobile phone began to ring. Asuka sprang out of bed and picked it up, but upon seeing the caller’s name her heart gave an anxious flutter. As much as she wanted to avoid her, she knew it wasn’t an option and pressed the answering button.
“Hello?”
“Is that you, cunt-chan?” Mana Kirishima’s fake-sweet voice was enough to make her feel sick.
“Yeah, its me,” Asuka grumbled. She’d always hated the nickname but there was nothing she could do about it.
“Do you have anything you want to tell me, whore?” And just like that the sweetness was gone from her voice, replaced by bitter acid.
Mana was the last person she wanted to tell anything. Asuka wondered what the chances were that she hadn’t heard. “Well, nothing mu--”
The other girl cut her off. “I already know what happened, cunt, and what you did to poor Shinji. Yui is kicking you out, huh?” she snorted. “Serves your dumb ass right for being such an insufferable bitch.”
“Look, it wasn’t my fault,” Asuka hissed.
“Don’t bother. Are you really stupid enough to think I’ll believe you? I don’t even care what you have to say right now.” There was a pause, and it sounded like Mana was whispering something on the other side. “Well, anyway, I guess you need a place to stay. I doubt anyone would want such a sour-cunted slut living with them, but if you’d promise me to be a really good slave for me I could suggest someone who might.”
Asuka hesitated for a second only. She did not have much to lose anyway. “I promise to be a really good slave for my mistress.”
Mana giggled at the other end of the phone. “Good, but you will have to repeat it in person, with your face buried in my asscrack. For now you can try calling Aida. I hear he has a place free all for himself. Who knows, if you are very convincing he might take your pathetic little self in.”
Some help that was.
“No, thanks,” Asuka grumbled. “I think I’ll keep looking.”
Mana chortled. “Oh, let me guess, you are too good for Aida, is that it? Guess what, cunt, it’s not a suggestion anymore, it’s an order!” she yelled, and Asuka could almost feel the younger girl grin at the other end of the phone. “I don’t care how you do it, cunt-chan. Starting tonight your ass better be staying over there or I’ll make sure you end up living out of a cardboard box.”
“Great,” Asuka grumbled. “Not sure the box would be any worse.”
“What was that?” Mana piped up. “Get your shit straight cunt-chan. You already screwed up with Shinji. Don’t fuck with me. I won’t just beat the crap out of you. I’ll do much, much worse. Now do what you are told before I convince aunt Yui to ship you the hell back to wherever European pit you came from.”
With that final threat Mana ended the call.
Asuka sighed tiredly. She wasn’t sure if she could or should consider her suggestion. On one hand it at least gave her an idea where to go. But then she didn’t really want to deal with the damned otaku, who could be just as nasty and perverted as her so-called mistress. It could be worse, she supposed. Mana could have ordered her to live with Mari, and that psycho had in crazy what Mana and Kensuke had in perversions combined.
In the end, Asuka decided that she’d rather not piss Mana--and by extension Yui--off any more than she already was. If the bitch wanted to make her live with Kensuke as some kind of sick punishment then so be it. She could deal with him, she was sure, and it wasn’t like she had anywhere else to stay at the moment.
Reluctantly, Asuka started looking through her phone’s contacts list, wondering if she even had Kensuke’s number. Shinji must have given it to her at some point because she did, and that surprised her as much as anything else. She highlighted the number, gave the enter button a click and then held the phone to her ear while it dialed.
It took a while and she was about to end the call when the otaku finally answered.
“Yes?”
“Ughh...” For a moment Asuka didn’t know what to say. She decided to start with the basics. “Hi, its me - Asuka. Are you busy right now?”
“Actually, yes. I’m at the arcade. So yeah, I’m busy.”
Asuka ignored him. She’d only asked out of courtesy anyway. “Listen, I have to talk to yo-”
“No, Red, I don’t have time,” Kensuke rudely interrupted her. He probably would have never had the balls were it not for his last few ‘encounters’ with her. Now he held an advantage over her and started to act like total jerk.
“I just need to talk, that’s all.” Asuka tried to not to show impatience in her voice, but the damned otaku was seriously getting on her nerves.
“If you need to talk to me this much then come down here,” he suggested. “I’m at the arcade by the school. Gotta go, bye.”
“Wait!” Asuka tried to stop him, but he had already hung up. Angry and frustrated, she fought the impulse to slam her phone into the wall.

*
The arcade was bigger than Asuka remembered, though in truth she rarely came here. She’d never liked places like this, where the lowly and geeky gathered after school to waste their money on video game machines that looked like they belonged in the last century. Consoles were so much better in every way. You’d have to be a total nerd to come here, which, ironically, was the reason she had to be here now as well.
She was wearing a loose sleeveless sundress with yellow flowers on it, matched by a pair of yellow sandals. A yellow ribbon around her neck hid the marks Shinji’s fingers had left on her, and she had applied a lot of blush to even out the red on her cheeks, complementing it with some lipstick and eyeliner. It seemed like the least she could do. Even as a child Asuka had learned the simple truth that the better you look the better your chances to get something from others, especially from such perverted guys like Kensuke Aida.
A few heads turned her way as she passed. This close to school, late afternoon, there were probably more than a few people in the place who knew her, if not by name then by sight. She ignored them. Kensuke was in the back corner, actively mashing the buttons of one arcade machine. From the looks of it he was playing a fighting game, but it was hard to tell if he was winning.
“Hi there,” Asuka greeted with sweetest smile, sidling up to the arcade machine.
“Yo!” The four-eyed otaku answered without looking at her.
Asuka frowned. For a few moments she considered her options and decided to not beat around the bush. “Listen, I got in a little a bit of fight with Shinji so … well, can I stay in your place until things calm down a little?”
“Uh-huh,” Kensuke was obviously not paying attention. She could have asked him if he was a massive dickwad and he would have answered the same thing.
This made Asuka want to punch him right in that stupid mug of his--for ignoring her, not because he wasn’t a dickwad--but physical violence would probably bode ill for her. She needed his place, after all. “Are you even listening to me?”
He turned his head and seemed to notice her for the first time. “Wha-oh shit!” There was a booming noise from the machine, followed by a stupid jingle and a black screen. “Damn, Red. I just got myself killed because of you!” It was Kensuke’s turn to be angry. “That’s not how you ask for favors.”
“Yeah, whatever. You should have listened. I got myself in a little bit of trouble in Ikari’s house and need a place to stay. I heard you have room at your place, so--”
Kensuke did not allow her to finish. “Wait, wait, Red. YOU want to stay at MY place? Is this some kind of joke?” He squinted suspiciously at her. “I don’t buy it.”
Asuka took a long breath, begging for all the gods she knew to give her strength to endure this torture. “Yes, I am.”
“And why should I live with a bitch like you?” Kensuke asked, but seeing the spark in his eyes Asuka instantly knew that he already knew why he should let her live with him.
“Well, I have some assets.” Asuka leaned in seductively, showing her cleavage. Of course she was not wearing a bra. She did not want to do it, but she was neither naive nor innocent - the perverted otaku most likely would have requested to fuck her anyway. Surprisingly she was fine with that. Just a couple of weeks ago she would be disgusted just by the idea of fucking Aida, but if her birthday party taught her anything it was that she could enjoy sex with anyone, total strangers, other girls, even a nerdy otaku.
“I see,” Kensuke licked his lips, considering. “How about we talk about those... assets in private?”
Just as expected.
“Yeah, sure.” Asuka pulled back watching as Kensuke got up from his seat and slung his school bag over his shoulder. They walked past the rows of arcade machines down to the exit. As they were about to leave, Kensuke grabbed her by the hand and stopped.
“Hey, how about we go to those over there?” he pointed at the bathrooms.
“I’m not going to give a free show for any freak that comes in for a piss,” Asuka huffed. “We are heading to your place.”
Obviously the redhead was in a quite a sour mood and Kensuke decided not to push his luck. “Fine, fine. I lost my match anyway. Those were my last yen.”
They walked down the street in silence, surrounded by a few other students. Once at the train station Kensuke led the way towards one of the trains that Asuka had never taken before and indicated that she should move to the back, where there were almost no people.
Asuka expected they would take a seat, but instead the otaku led her almost to the rear door. A narrow plastic partition sectioned off a small area, somewhat hidden away from the other passengers so long as no one came to use the door.
“Well, then,” Kensuke said. “How about showing me those assets?”
Asuka could only gape at him like an idiot. “Are you stupid? I can’t show that in public!”
Kensuke crossed his arms against his chest. “From what I heard you already did worse stuff than that. And I am not going to take you in unless I make sure everything’s right.”
“I have an ass, a pair of tits and a cunt.” Asuka was this close to beating that stupid grin off his face. “What couldn’t be right?”
“Let me decide on that. Show it. Or you can go back and we can forget this whole thing.”
It’s not fair, Asuka thought. Once again she found herself cornered with no way out. But then again, he was right about it not being the worst thing she’d done. Public humiliation was an old friend of hers.
Sighing angrily, the redhead undid the first yellow shoulder strap of her dress, then the other. In an instant the light sundress fell down, pooling around her waist and leaving her upper body naked save for the choker on her neck. Then she reached down and hiked up the hem to expose her yellow panties underneath.
“I want to see it all,” Kensuke said, motioning to her panty covered crotch.
Wordlessly, Asuka tucked in the hem into the dress’ rolled-down bodice around her waist, ensuring that it stayed up, then hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and dropped them down her gorgeous legs and then nonchalantly pulled them off her feet. She did not try to cover herself. Instead, she spread her legs widely and leaned back, glaring at the perverted otaku. The cool, stale cabin air across her breasts and cunt made her tremendously aware of her nakedness.
By then Kensuke had reached into his bag for his camcorder and was pointing it at her. “Much better,” he said. “Show me some poses. And don’t forget to smile.”
It was hard for Asuka to force a smile from her tightly pressed lips, but she did her best. She was far from a shy virgin now, so posing erotically for the camera, even in public, wasn’t that big of deal anymore. She still felt that funny thrill in her tummy--a pleasant thrill, like she always got in these situations--and it quickly worked its way down to her cunt.
I’m getting horny, she thought, both ashamed and not surprised in the slightest.
"That's good. You look quite beautiful for a well-used whore," Kensuke cooed as Asuka heard the clicks signaling that he was taking pictures. "Spread your legs just a little slut. Tease the camera. I want you to think of this as your audition to be my roommate.”
Despite her reluctance, Asuka felt herself respond to Kensuke’s words, parting her legs a little, and then more as the camera clicked away. She leaned back all the way against the partition that separated them from the rest of the train car and thrust out her chest. The sun, piercing through the windows, felt awesome as it warmed her bare skin, kissing it with its soft rays.
Asuka threw her head back, letting herself go, and took her right hand and cupped her breast, her fingers firmly squeezing her flesh and pinching her erect nipple.
"That's so fucking hot," Kensuke hissed as the clicks of the camera became more rapid. "That's right slut. Play with yourself. Show me more of those goods.”
It was almost involuntary as Asuka’s hand scooted down her body and her soft fingers rested on her outer folds of her labia. The camera continued to click, shooting away, picture after picture, until the redhead’s hand slipped into her pussy and felt how wet she had become. She was quickly getting turned on, which wasn’t surprising at all. Her other hand caught her left breast, squeezing the hard little nub and rolling it between her fingertips.
"I said play with yourself, not just touch your pussy. Come on."
He didn’t need to tell her twice. Asuka dipped her finger in her pussy, probing, feeling the wetness as she became more and more excited but not feeling the finger. Her pussy was so loose that one fingers simply wasn’t enough. Two more followed. She began pumping her pussy while moistening her fingers on her other hand in her mouth, coating them with her saliva and before moving them down to trace her nipple, wetting it too and gently tweaking it.
"Put your other finger in your mouth,” Kensuke urged as the redhead probed hard at her cunt.
It was almost as if she were in a trance as she opened her mouth, and drew the slimy fingers that just been inside her cunt to it and sucked on them, looking at the camera as she did so. The taste was familiar--it was her own after all--and tangy, though not as much as Mana or Mari’s. It made her wild, assaulting her senses like a drug.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Kensuke murmured. “So sexy.”
Without thinking, Asuka turned around and leaned forward. Looking over her shoulder, she fixed her gaze on the camera lens and swayed her firm ass-cheeks. Her palms smoothed over the sides of her hips, down her thighs and back behind her. Her breath quickened as she caressed her buttocks, grabbing them and pulling them apart to show him her increasingly wet cunt and wrinkled ring of her anus. A few camera clicks followed as Asuka traced her slit with her index finger, the feather-light touches making her head spin. That same finger sneaked inside to stir the molten heat pooling in her outer labia and her now swollen clit.
Bracing herself with one hand against a nearby rail, she arched her back and stood on her toes to tighten the muscles of her legs while she continued to circle her clit with her fingertip, throwing in another moan.
The erection inside the otaku’s pant had grown huge behind her. Despite her reluctance, Asuka was excited too. The heat was spreading from the pit of her stomach; her breasts felt so heavy, her skin tingling and her entire body alive with the sensations of acute sexual arousal.
She moved her thumb to her clit and slipped two fingers inside her cunt, teetering on the brink of coming while standing there, exposed to a trainful of oblivious strangers. This was so wrong, and yet she was losing control. She was becoming obsessed with her hunger for sex, her desire for satisfaction and her need to cum
“Yeah, fingerfuck yourself bitch,” Kensuke panted out, slapping her exposed buttocks a couple of times, making her spread her legs even further and pump her fingers deeper and faster.
Her inner thighs were glistening with her love juices while her fingers continued to thrust. Doing it outside, in a public place, was so exciting that she was totally soaking down there by now.
Seeing that the redhead was about to cum, Kensuke grabbed her hand to interrupt her. “No. Turn around. I need to get your face while you cum, Red.”
Asuka pulled her fingers out of her wet sheath, a couple of strings still connecting her swollen lower lips and her fingertips before breaking off. She turned around and squatted, spreading her knees wide. Her fingers quickly found her hungry cunt again and started pumping, while she fixed her gaze on the camera. There were a few beads of sweat on her brow and she looked understandably frustrated.
Kensuke squatted down by her side as well and zoomed in capturing her face, then her breasts and finger-stuffed cunt. The otaku zoomed in as tight as he could get, capturing every detail of every delicate pink fold, every droplet of wetness and the erected throbbing clitoris blossoming out of its surrounding petals. And yet Asuka’s fingers could not stop pushing in deeper, and harder, making wet sounds.
Because she was already worked up it only took a few more moments before her cunt spasmed and her face turned into mask of ecstasy as the orgasm hit her. She bit her lip hard to keep from making noise, squirts of cum shooting out of her twitching pussy onto the train’s floor. Kensuke kept on pressing the trigger to capture the redhead’s climax in perverted detail.
Finally, it was over and Asuka tiredly slumped back against the partition, panting loudly.
“Wow, those were some pretty cool shots,” Kensuke said while grinning at her. “I am thinking of letting you stay after all.”
Well you better, Asuka thought as her irritation returned. She stood up, her legs bit unsteady after the orgasm and quickly fixed her dress and stepped back into her discarded panties. She tried not to look at the pervert’s face, but caught a brief glimpse of him putting his camera away. When she straightened up, he grinned at her. She wanted to punch him. A moment later the train slid into the station.
“Come on,” was all Kensuke said as he guided her off of the train.
She followed him down the street for three blocks, each more dilapidated than the last, until they reached an old apartment building with gray walls and dirty floors. The place had certainly seen better days--and nights. It smelled funny, like mold only worse, and had a generally run-down and borderline abandoned vibe. She could guess there was a lot of crime, too. Junkies, thieves, and who knew what else.
They had to climb the stairs because the elevator was broken, and it looked like it had been for a long time. Finally, Kensuke stopped in front of a door at the far end of a hallway.
Home, Asuka guessed sullenly as the otaku began digging for his keys. What a joke. The door opened, but before she could squeeze inside Kensuke stopped her.
“There is one more thing you need to do,” he said looking at her.
“What now?” Asuka was getting angrier with the moment. Yeah sure she came but the damn otaku made her masturbate in public while taking photos of her even though it was a relatively secluded place. One would think that it was more than enough. Not the otaku apparently.
The boy turned around and looked at her over his shoulder.
“I figured that since you have been kissing my ass so much, why don’t you do it one more time? In a bit more direct way.”
Asuka was ready to choke him right here and then but her choices were quite limited at this point, and again she already suffered through worse. With that in mind, she clenched her teeth and kneeled down behind his rear.
Pulling down the back of his pants and shorts to expose his pale naked ass, just a couple of inches from her face, Asuka leaned in closer and planted a kiss on his left ass cheek. The muscles of his ass tensed for a moment against the contact of her lips then relaxed.
“Yeah, that’s good. Cover it all with your kisses, Red.” Kensuke bent over.
Humiliated but knowing it could be worse, Asuka started raining down light, butterfly kisses against the round flesh of his left cheek. At least it did not taste of sweat or anything like that. And if she closed her eyes it wasn’t that hard to imagine that she was kissing something else. Reluctantly, the redhead started to kiss up and down the second mound. Kensuke’s ass twitched, tensing and relaxing despite the feather-light touches of her lips.
“Stop messing around!” he told her, and then added “Stick your face in the middle. My asshole wants to kiss you too.”
Asuka placed her palms on his butt cheeks without much enthusiasm and spread them out. The sight of his asshole was revolting, large and wrinkled nestled in a deep crack. She hesitated a couple of seconds too long. Kensuke just reached back impatiently, grabbed handful of her hair and buried her face in his ass.
“Just kiss it stupid slut. I heard you gave great rimjobs to Mana and Mari. A couple of pecks on my asshole shouldn’t be a problem.”
Asuka managed only a muffled response, then puckered her lips and delivered a kiss right on his hole. His cheeks met hers as her face buried itself between them. She felt the raised rim push up against her lips, tensing for a moment before distending and letting a loud fart escape. The warm gas hit the redheaded girl right on her face. She pulled back, gasping for air.
“Hey, don’t act so surprised, Red. You should know what nasty place you are kissing.” Kensuke laughed as his fingers found her hair again to pull her face back between his buttocks.
Asuka was disgusted but planted another kiss on the brown circle. That seemed to satisfy this pervert and he let her go.
“Lets get inside already,” Kensuke said, to Asuka’s joy. He pushed the door open and stepped in with Asuka right behind him. His trousers were still halfway down his thighs. He held them up only long enough to get through the door, then began taking them off. His penis was hard and throbbing, bobbing ever so slightly.
As the otaku removed his clothes, Asuka looked around. The apartment was small, which she had expected. It had only one room and a small kitchen that joined into a living room. A door on the far side indicated the presence of a single bathroom. There was almost no furniture beyond a table and a pair of chairs in the kitchen, a stand for the TV and an old looking sofa, but every corner was cluttered with electronic equipment. Asuka had expected that, too.
The living room mostly empty save for a few cushions scattered on the floor, and since she had no plans to share his room, Asuka thought it was a good place to claim as her own.
She barely made it three steps before Kensuke stopped her and pointed at her. Not understanding, she frowned at him. “What now?”
“Clothes off, Red,” he told her. “Rule number one here is ‘no girls allowed’. In your case I’m making an exception just because you asked so nicely. But the moment you step through that door you are to strip completely naked. You are not allowed to wear anything. That includes shoes, underwear, or even that choker. Take it off as well.”
Asuka grumbled under her breath but nonetheless kicked off her shoes and pushed down her dress, letting it drop to the floor and stepping out of it. The dress was quickly joined by the crumpled wad of her panties, wrinkled and worn. Now naked and barefoot, the redhead reached behind her neck to remove the choker. Oddly, Kensuke said nothing of her hair clips so they stayed in place.
“Come here, Red,” Kensuke beckoned her closer. “Let me show you the place.”
The otaku ogled her up and down as she walked up to him. She would have said he was stripping her with his eyes, but, well, she already was. Then, as if unable to help himself, Kensuke reached out and roughly grabbed her ass. Asuka clenched her teeth to keep the offensive remark she wanted to make from leaving her lips. You’ve done worse than this, she reminded herself. Going around naked in front of this pervert is not as bad as the things Mana and Mari have done to you.
Keeping that in mind, the redhead put up with his wandering hand and let Kensuke lead her into the next room. If anything the otaku’s bedroom was an even bigger mess than the living room. She saw old camcorders, VCR and DVD players, video game consoles and other stuff she couldn’t identify, all thrown into piles. The bookshelf was stuffed with stuff about military stuff. electronics and some anime as well as manga.
All of it was thrown in without any order. Asuka could even see quite a pile of porn magazines. She wasn’t that good with kanji so couldn’t understand all the titles but if the images on the covers were true then the otaku was way into BDSM.
Just great, Asuka thought, frowning, this just gets better and better.
“It’s not a very fancy place, but it’s the best one I can get with government money,” Kensuke shrugged, apparently misunderstanding her frown. “Beggars can’t be choosers, right?”
Asuka did not meet his eyes. She was ready to have sex with him but she did not really want to be involved in his sick fetishes. Her options were very limited, though. She was pretty much a cornered animal now and staying here was probably the best choice even with the growing uneasiness.
“Bathroom’s next,” Kensuke said, giving her a light slap across her rump to get her in motion. The bathroom looked surprisingly spacious compared to the rest of apartment, or maybe it was just an illusion since there was no electronic mess cluttering it. There was a pretty big bath tub and a rather clean looking toilet.
“We are going to have lots of fun in here, Red.” Kensuke sank his fingers deeper into her butt, leaving red marks.
“So, when I can bring my stuff in?” Asuka asked.
“Can do it right away, for all I care, but I need to give you a couple of rules first. Kneel.”
Asuka almost groaned. As if all the crap until now wasn’t enough. Nevertheless, angrily biting her lower lip, she kneeled on the bathroom floor.
“The first rule you already know,” Kensuke said, slapping Asuka’s face with his penis. The purple head hit across her nose and cheek, leaving a wet trail of precum and making the redhead close her eyes. “You have to be naked all the time. No matter what. Totally naked. Whenever you come in, you will take off your clothes before stepping through the door. Is that clear?” He empathizing the question with an added slap from his precum-oozing shaft.
Though the redhead was increasingly annoyed and angry with him jabbing his penis into her face, she obediently nodded.
“Good. Now turn around and bend over. Face on the floor.” Despite the humiliation Asuka was happy to fulfill his request. At least he could not hit her with his dick like this. “Reach back and spread those cheeks apart. Show me your asshole.”
The redhead obeyed that order too, though with much less enthusiasm.
“Cool. This will be your second rule. Whenever I open the door of this apartment, you are to greet me this way. I want to see you sticking your ass out for me and ask me if I want a quick fuck. Understood?”
Asuka could not even bother pretending to be surprised. She had always assumed fucking him was part of the deal.
“Understood,” she agreed, still pressing her forehead against the ground.
“Third rule - whenever you have to bathe or use the toilet you will leave the door open so I can watch and film it if I want. You are not to have any privacy while you are here.”
Asuka had to agree with that as well, though with each new rule it was getting harder and harder to do. She didn’t particularly like the idea of being filmed while sitting naked on the toilet, but at least she would be doing it in his bathroom instead of, say, being turned into a toilet herself in a room full of her classmates.
“And the fourth rule is the most simple. You just have to do whatever pleases me. If I want to fuck you, you will let me. If I want to film you and take pictures of you, you will eagerly pose for the camera. If I want to have my shoulders massaged, my dick sucked or anything else--anything--you will do that. And you will do the same for anyone I say. Any visitors or guests. Anyone that comes through the door. No excuses. Clear?”
Asuka did not want to do any of that, but she said, “Yes.”
“Great. You can stand up now,” Kensuke said lightly tapping the side of Asuka’s hip with his foot.
Asuka stood up. Her face was flushed with embarrassment and anger. Yet she managed to keep her temper down.
“Well, you can go and get your things from Shinji’s place now.”
That was all Asuka needed to hear. She quickly turned around before she did anything stupid like punch him in the face and hurried back to the pile of her clothes, but as she was about to put her sundress on, a sharp slap across her exposed butt made her jump.
“What?!” Asuka seethed as she spun towards Kensuke, who was wiggling his index finger at her.
“Uh-uh! Remember rule number one? It goes both ways, so you can only put your clothes once you are outside.”
“Fine!” Asuka yelled, too angry to hide her tone any longer. She bundled up her dress and panties in her arms, went to where she’d left her shoes and, still naked as the day she was born, stepped outside. A neighbor was walking by as she did, an old man whose eyes widened to the size of dinner plates when he saw her. Asuka felt her face go red, but her mouth was all bluster. “Pervert! Haven’t you ever seen a naked girl before?”
Maybe he had, but he was still blubbering and apologizing as she hurriedly pulled on her panties and dress. Just for fun she blew him a kiss and ran off.
On the ride back, sitting in the train alone with an itching cunt and an empty stomach, all she could think about was the look on the old man’s face and how much it resembled Shinji’s that morning, how much she had wanted the brown-haired doormat to accept her advances. Musashi wouldn’t care, and she could certainly have them both. But no. She had to beat the shit out of him for trying to strangle her.
Suddenly, a sickening feeling came over her. Asuka dealt with it the only way she knew how.
“I’m so stupid,” she murmured as one of her hands surreptitiously found itself between her legs and began to rub her between the layers of clothes. “I should have let him. I should have let him kill me.”
***
Later that night, after she had stripped naked and brought her things inside Kensuke’s apartment, Asuka predictably found herself on her knees between the otaku’s legs, her mouth wrapped around his dick.
Of course, the redhead had anticipated she would end the night like this--or getting fucked--but she hadn’t counted on the fact that the otaku might enjoy making her do this simply for the humiliation value more than for the pleasure she was giving him, or that he might want to stretch it out as long as possible instead of just letting her get him off. So, for the better part of the last two hours, she had been slowly nursing on his cock while he played video games.
His eyes were completely focused on the screen, his hands kneading the controller and not paying her attention as the completely naked redhead bobbed her head lazily up and down, sucking with barely enough force to let him feel her mouth.
Asuka didn’t know how much longer she could keep this up. It was true that Musashi had only made her do something similar, but his dick tasted and smelled better and she liked it, and even then she had ended up exhausted and sore. Doing it for Kensuke had none of the advantages and all the disadvantages. By now her soft lips had grown swollen and her throat dry from the hours of use. There were noticeable pearls of sweat on her forehead, running down her face as her tongue swirled absently around the pre-cum oozing purple crown of his penis.
“Damn, Red, I said no tongue,” Kensuke grumbled, still not bothering to look at her. “You’ll make me cum.”
He pulled one hand off the joystick to slap Asuka in the back of her head. She glared for a moment up at him and moved her tongue back, though still moving her head and letting her sealed lips do all the work, her cheeks hollowing when she sucked. Her lips massaged the sensitive edges of his head, but she seemed to press them too tight. Kensuke’s jaw clenched and his hips bucked against his will. A fair amount of pre-cum leaked into Asuka’s mouth. She felt his piss slit twitch and his cock throb and tense, as if fighting the need to shoot the sperm out.
Finally, the otaku relaxed and leaned back on the cushion, but now there was burning red ‘GAME OVER’ all over the screen.
“Stupid.” He angrily grabbed the handful of her hair and pushed Asuka’s face off his cock, his rigid erection bouncing wetly from the redhead’s mouth. “You almost made me cum and made me lose the game again.”
Asuka did not say a word but her eyes grew sharper. It was pretty much obvious what she thought of his video games.
“Man...” Kensuke sighed, running hand through his hair. “Well, I needed to take a dump anyway.”
He then scrambled back on his feet and walked towards the bathroom door. But then turned and gestured for Asuka to follow.
“Come with me, Red.”
“What?” Asuka snapped angrily. She was getting close to blowing up. Two tedious hours of sucking cock would do that to anyone. “Why?”
“Because I said so. You screwed me up once, better not do it again. Or you can just take your things and leave the way you came.”
That shut the redhead up. She tiredly stood up, her knees buckling a little after spending so much time on them, and followed the otaku into the bathroom. He was already sitting on the toilet with his legs open when she entered. His cock stuck up like a flagpole, its purple head still glistening with her saliva. Asuka could take the hint. She had given enough blowjobs in school toilets to not be disgusting by the setting so she simply dropped to her knees once again in front of him, wrapped her hand around his hardness to steady it, then followed suit with her lips.
Kensuke gasped as she sucked firmly on his mushroom shaped head, his penis throbbing between her fingers. Asuka brought her other hand up and gently cupped his bag of testicles. The continuous tugging of his erection back and forth and loud slurping on the oozing tip elicited another moan from otaku’s lips.
She would move up his shaft slowly, until he was almost out, before pushing back down to his groin and then up again, sucking the whole time. Her lips welded around the very tip of his penis head, forming a tight seal just above the sensitive ridge, while her tongue swapped across his piss slit, taking in more and more of his pre-cum and sometimes drilling into the tiny hole to Kensuke’s great pleasure. She could feel his erection pulse and throb as he placed his hands on top of her head.
Her finger’s firm grip constricted his shaft, producing greater pressure against the rising fluid. Pleasure followed as more of his precum as eased from the base of his shaft up to his cockhead only to be gathered by her lapping tongue. Soon he started to relax on the toilet seat, greatly enjoying the wet heat of her mouth and tongue wrapping around his cock.
“Yeah, you are so good at this, Red,” Kensuke moaned, throwing his head back and closing his eyes.
Wordlessly, Asuka’s moist warm tongue began to tease the supersensitive base below his slit. The tease sent a shudder through him and she felt his muscles clench, causing his cock to jerk in her hand and mouth. A loud fart escaped him. Surprised and disgusted. Asuka froze for a moment.
“Who told you to stop, Red? Keep going and don’t mind me. I am just taking a dump,” Kensuke grinned as he tugged on the redhead’s hair.
Asuka’s frown deepened. She certainly did not want to blow a guy while he was taking a shit--and could do without him reminding her of that fact. Her tongue traced the ridge of his swollen head, gathering another droplet at his slit, circled his sensitive flesh, and returned to the underside of his cock in a long pistoning motion.
His abdomen muscles tensed again and another, this time much louder fart escaped his anus and she felt his groin contract involuntarily in her mouth. Then his face wrinkled from effort and he moaned in relief.
Though Asuka couldn’t see him shit, she could still hear the loud plop as a large turd hit the water, and she could definitely smell it. Her stomach revolted, making her feel as though she would vomit.
“There we go,” the otaku smiled down at her. “Been holding that in for a while. Hope the smell’s not too bad down there.”
Asuka wanted to bite him. Instead she simply kept working his cock, bobbing her head up and down. Soon, he tensed yet again, though this time it had less to do with a bowel movement and more to do with her attentions.
Slowly the tip of her tongue slid over the oozing tip, gently pushing apart the slit, all the while her hand stroking him steadily and squeezing his testes, coaxing the fluid out of him. Each touch of her warm, wet tongue merely amplified the work of her hands, making him moan and grunt with pleasure as he finished emptying his bowels.
The smell was horrible but Asuka put all her mind and focus on flicking her tongue in and out of the sensitive slit, tasting all of the leaking precum. She could almost feel the pressure building within his groin, and every time she licked the head of his throbbing cock, his balls jerked closer to his body. Even his stomach and buttocks clenched as a wave of urgency built behind his cock.
And then, with a long moan, he came. His piss-slit widened and his hard cock began to spasm. Asuka flattened her tongue and tilted her head back, receiving the opening spurt of hot jizz in her waiting mouth and quickly swallowing. Her hands never stopped milking him. They glided over his length and squeezed his balls tightly, causing more cum to shoot out. After a few moments, the spasming slowed and the spurts tapped off. But Asuka wasn’t done. She swallowed what was in her mouth, then tightened her lips again and sucked, hard enough to make her cheeks hollow.
Kensuke shuddered as the last of his fluid was literally vacuumed from his straw.
“God, Red, god, you are amazing.” He panting from the intensity of his orgasm. Asuka did not pull his penis out of her mouth immediately, nursing it until it started to shrink. Finally, when he was back to his normal size, she let it slip out of her mouth and wiped the sperm from her lips with a hand. “Don’t go anywhere,” the otaku said. “Got something else for you to do.”
Asuka looked questioningly at him. He’d clearly blasted most of the cum out of his testicles. Even for Musashi, who had incredible stamina, it took some time to recover from such a strong orgasm.
“Here.” Kensuke lifted himself off the toilet seat and turned his ass towards her. “Now clean my ass.”
“WHAT?!” For a moment Asuka had a flashback of what happened at her birthday party, of lying on her back while Ayanami’s ass hung above her face, the albino girl groaning as she squeezed out a brown log into her bound, helpless mouth. “I won’t!”
“You will if you want to stay here.” Kensuke pointed towards the roll of toilet paper. “There.”
It was quite sad that Asuka actually felt relieved he wanted her to use toilet paper. Mana would likely have made her use her mouth. And she didn’t want to think about what Mari might have done.
Seizing the toilet paper, the redhead tore a large wad and wrapped it around her hand. She nearly gagged as she leaned forwards, reaching down to spread his buttocks, and then, turning her head away and closing her eyes, wiped the paper over his dirty asshole. She didn’t even look at the paper before dropping into the bowl, but at the otaku’s insistence she took another wad and wiped him again. But that still wasn’t enough. Kensuke made her wipe him again and again, and while he might be getting cleaner each time she felt dirtier.
“That’s good,” he declared, climbing to his feet after the six wipe. “Make sure you flush that and follow me.”
He left without washing his hands.
Asuka put the lid down, still refusing to look at the content of the bowl, and flushed.
Once back in the living room, she saw Kensuke emerge from his room with a camera tripod and, as always, his camcorder. Noticing the questioning look on her face, he said. “I think you are up for some modeling. Oh, and get your panties. All of them.”
“What the hell do you want with my panties?” Asuka raised voice her voice, scowling. She really could not understand how this pervert’s mind worked. For a fleeting heartbeat she hoped he might let her put some underwear on, but surely that couldn’t be it.
“I’m going to sell them in school.”
If she was confused before now she was flabbergasted. “What? No way!”
Kensuke shrugged. “I think it’s fair. You show up at my door, and you don’t have any money but you are going to eat my food, use my electricity and water and everything else. Well, those things have to be paid, you know. I don’t want a freeloader so I’m selling your panties and using the money to pay for your stay here. I’m sure they’ll get top dollar, being from the hottest slut in school and all. Besides, it’s not like you’ll have any use for them.”
“They’re MY panties!” Asuka barked.
The otaku pointed at the door. “Leave then. Sleep in an alley somewhere. I give you about ten minutes before you get raped by some dirty hobo.”
The hobo might be better, Asuka thought. But suddenly she imagined herself being passed around from some filthy, rancid-smelling junky in ragged clothes to the next until she too was filthy and smelly, covered head to toes in their cum and leaking from all her holes and left to lie in a puddle with the garbage. She imagined them forcing her to kiss them, prying her jaw open and sticking their tongues down her throat as she cried and giving blowjobs to nasty, unwashed penises. It was enough to make her shudder.
Giving the otaku a resentful glance, she went to her bag and began angrily pulling out her panties, muttering curses under her breath.
“Thought so,” Kensuke said, finishing setting up the tripod and attaching the camcorder to the top. “Sit on the floor and lay them out in front of you.”
Frowning and not very happy, Asuka sat down on the indicated spot, right in front of the camera, and proceeded to spread her panties one by one on the floor. They were mostly simple white-cotton undies, her everyday schoolgirl panties, with loose stretchy bands at waist and legholes, modestly cut and sporting large back panels that covered her ass fully and wide gussets. A few, like the pair she’d worn under her sundress today were much sexier, and in different colors. Some were stripped, but all displaying a variation of white and a pastel tone. Two were thongs with little more than strings at the back. She’d even brought the one she’d stolen from Yui the night she tried to seduce Shinji. It was by far the prettiest and sexiest.
When she was finished she looked up and glared at otaku, lifting her chin in a vain attempt to save what little dignity that she still had.
He was not impressed at all. “Not bad, Red, but those white ones are all boring. I guess it can’t be helped.” He stooped down over the camcorder and looked at the screen. “Now look at the camera and introduce yourself. Tell the viewers that you are a dirty slut and that you will rub those panties against your nasty cunt.”
A vein started to throb on Asuka’s temple. It wasn’t enough to make her act like a total pervert around the house, now he wanted her to say and do so on camera? How could this get any more embarrassing?
Well, a voice that sounded suspiciously like Mana said in her head, you can always find yourself a hobo.
“Fine!” Asuka blurted out. Making her face a firm mask of contempt, she looked at the camera. “My name is Asuka Langley Sohryu, and I am a dirty slut.”
Kensuke pointed towards the panties. “And what will you do with those?”
“I …” Asuka hesitated, the embarrassment of the words suddenly too much. The camera seemed to stare her down with an unflinching black eyes. She couldn’t bear it any more and looked away. “I … I will rub them on my pussy,” she finished with a much softer, beaten tone.
Kensuke nodded, but his attention remained on the camera’s viewfinder. “Open your legs. I can’t see your pussy very well.”
Asuka bit her lower lip, still keeping her eyes down, not wanting to see him ogling her naked body as she slowly allowed her legs to open, her wanton pussy slowly revealing itself for the camera. To her endless shame, she was already quite wet. Strings of glistening dew leaking from thin wrinkled lips betrayed her excitement. Being humiliated always had that effect on her.
“Now pick one up and hold it for the camera. Show them what a dirty slut’s panties look like up close.”
They look like anyone else’s, the redhead thought.
She picked up a pair of panties and stretched them out between her fingers, showing them to the otaku and anyone who would be watching the tape. At least they didn’t look very dirty, but that hardly helped her humiliation much.
“That‘s right,” Kensuke said. “The panties of a real slut sell much better. Now rub them up and down that nasty cunt of yours. I want to see them soaked. And be sexy about it. Don’t half-ass it.”
No choice, Asuka’s mind reminded her as she moved her hand, panties clenched tightly, to her crotch. She brushed the soft fabric around the opening, pressing with her fingertips, feeling the hot skin stretching wider as she did. Even through the panties she could feel the moisture on her digits.
As a moan escape her throat, her other hand moved down almost instinctively, out of her control. Fingers pulled back her clit hood, stroking the hard nub while she continued rubbing her panties against her moistened cunt in with slow circular motion.
“I bet you are thinking of how guys will use your dirty panties to get themselves off,” Kensuke laughed, watching her.
“I’m not!” Asuka blurted out, but in truth she didn’t know what she was thinking. She kept up the slow motion, tracing the panties around her pink sheath. The white fabric was soon soaked through, so much so that her fingers grew slick and started to glisten. Feeling her clitoris throb, hard like a pebble, she stifled a moan. Her nipples, too, were hard,, and her face flamed as she stared at the camera.
“Push your panties deeper.”
The redhead obeyed the command without hesitation and pressed her panties harder against her soaking entrance. Her chest heaved as her finger, wrapped in the already wet fabric, entered her loose vagina. The finger twisted, stuffing her panties further inside her cunt.
“Good. Now do the same to another pair.” Kensuke ordered.
Asuka removed the wet panties, which were now considerably stained due to all her love juices, only to replace them with a new fresh pair. Her hand moved faster and harder, rubbing the garment up and down with the heel of her palm while her fingers pushed in and out of her pussy through the thin material, stuffing it inside. She moaned as the diffused touch spread out from her hot center like a wave, building up a wall of rising arousal so delicious it made her stop caring about the humiliation.
Kensuke gave her a thumbs up as the panties all but vanished within the wrinkled lips of her pussy, but it did not seem like the naked redhead was paying any attention to him anymore. Asuka was lost in her own little world of lust as her hand kept on rubbing her crotch with growing abandon.
Her legs shamelessly opened wider, stretched out like a compass on the carpet, giving the camera an unobstructed view of her panty-stuffed cunt, and as her hands and fingers picked up speed her ass began bouncing off the floor. Panting and whimpering, Asuka closed her eyes and dropped back her head, her face a mask of unbridled desire.
Faster and harder, her fingers moved, her bare buttocks clenched tight as she crawled towards the approaching orgasm..
"Stop."
The redhead's eyes flew open, her hand frozen in mid-stroke. She dipped her head to look at him. “But--”
Kensuke’s gaze bore into her. "They’re more than wet enough already. Take another pair."
Beyond frustrated, her red flush now spreading well into her chest, Asuka tugged the soaked panties out of her cunt and threw them angrily onto the floor next to the previous pair then reached out for a clean one. But before she could proceed with rubbing them against her crotch she was stopped by Kensuke’s voice.
“Change it a little, Red. Get on your knees and turn around so we can get some nice shots of your ass while you do it.”
Asuka did as she was ordered, turning around and getting up her knees, showing the camera her luscious backside. She hurriedly send a hand back between her legs and resumed rubbing the panties against her drooling lower lips.
“Damn, your cunt is so sloppy it looks like you’re peeing yourself. Good stuff, horny whore.” Kensuke gave her a thumbs up and laughed.
Asuka ignored him as her hand soon found a comfortable rhythm. Her love juices were either soaked up by her panties or rolled down her inner thighs in a steady stream. The redhead’s naked ass cheeks shook from left to right slightly as she screwed her panty-covered fingers deeper into herself, feeling her vagina walls grabbing and milking the wet digits as they penetrated her passage.
Her other hand went back to playing with her clitoris, which throbbed painfully in the cool air, out of its fleshy hood. It felt like her clit was the size of a marble, tender to the touch, but her body shuddered each time her fingernail scraped over the head.
Kensuke watched the gyrations of her ass through the camera lens, smiling. “Rub the panties against that dirty asshole of yours. Some guys really dig some of some brown stuff on their panties.”
Asuka wanted to shout out that she wouldn’t do no such thing, but instead her wet, still clothed fingers moved from her vagina, up until she ran them over her exposed asshole.
“Slip your finger inside,” he ordered her. “Come on. You’re such a prude.”
Biting her lip, Asuka leaned forward to give herself better access--and the camera a better view--and pressed her finger and cloth against her sphincter. It resisted only briefly, before opening up slowly, allowing her fingers in along with some of the fabric of her panties.
The wrinkled panties inside her bowels felt very strange, even for someone with her experience, and her muscles tried to push out the finger, forcing her to exert more pressure to make her dirty hole accept it. “Uggghh!” she groaned, pushing in the panties.
“For such a loose slut, your shithole sure is gripping tightly,” Kensuke whistled in disbelief. Bend your finger inside you, stretch it open. And look at the camera.”
Asuka looked over her shoulder at the lens, her finger bending inside her asshole, stretching her back passage, its bulk increased by the panties wrapped around it. Yet anyone watching would have been able to tell she was really close to cumming. Her skin glistened in the light, a sheen of perspiration coating it, her fingers now soaked in her juices, her ass humping up and down like a dog in heat as she strummed her clit and pumped the panties in her asshole.
“That’s good enough, Red.” Kensuke told her suddenly. “I don’t want you to cum just yet.”
Ignoring his orders, Asuka pushed her finger into her asshole up to the knuckle, corkscrewing it up her tight back passage painfully. Her anus twitched around her finger, clamping on it like a tiny mouth. Her clit throbbed, all swollen and engorged with her blood. She was close. Just so close.
Kensuke rushed to her side and repeatedly delivered loud smacks across her sweaty buttocks until she finally listened and, grunting, pulled her panty-covered finger from her asshole. There was a clear brown-yellowish stain on the white fabric.
Asuka hissed from the pain as he snatched the panties away from her hand. “You still have the rest to do. Don’t be lazy. And don’t cum or you’ll be sleeping outside. Now get on your back.”
The naked teen did what she was told, grumbling in protest and frustration, and for the next half-hour proceeded to rub the rest of her panties over her pussy. Some of them were marked by her asshole too.
Once they were finished, Asuka’s swollen pussy glowed a scarlet red from all the rubbing and her insides felt like a melted furnace from the internal heat of her burning, unsatisfied arousal. She lay there splayed open in a lustful daze, staring emptily at the ceiling and panting for breath. A glimmering trail of juices leaked from her entrance, having already made a rather large spot on the carpet.
“Well, that should do it.” Kensuke walked in front of the camera and began picking up Asuka’s soiled panties. “This will earn us some quick cash, Red. And that cute footage. You’ll have lots of fans.”
Asuka was so horny that she did not even care anymore. One of her hands started worming its way down to her pussy. Kensuke quickly kicked it off
“Nah-ah, Red. There’s still a few things to do before you get there.” He eagerly pointed to the floor. “Squat, and don’t move.”
The burning in Asuka’s pussy seemed to be growing stronger with each passing second but the redhead obediently clenched her jaw and got up into a squatting position. Panties bundled in his arms, Kensuke vanished into his room and a few minutes later came back holding something that looked like a black metal with four leather cuffs attached to different points along its length. It didn’t take much imagination on Asuka’s part to guess what he was going to do with it.
Dropping to his knees behind her, the otaku slipped a hand between her legs, cupping her pussy, making her hiss. “Move your feet apart, as far as you can,” he said. “Grab your ankles.”
The new position was much more demanding and uncomfortable. Asuka grit her teeth, knowing she had to bear it. Kensuke’s hands slid over her ass cheeks, then a finger went into her crack and she instantly tightened her cheeks together. He slapped her hard for that.
“Don't move unless I tell you.” Another blow to her other cheek forced a grunt of pain from her lips.
Her rump stung terribly, heat spreading across her skin. The second one was worse than the first, her skin felt prickly like she was stung by a nest of bees.
“Argh. I get it, alright. I won’t move. Stop hitting me!” she whined, angrily looking at him and shaking her reddened backside from side to side in discomfort.
She did not move an inch as Kensuke slipped the metal bar between her legs and proceeded to buckle the cuffs around her ankles and her wrists, securing them so her hands were to the inside of her feet and making it impossible to get out of the squat. With all four limbs thus attached to the bar, she was reduced to a large red-haired frog.
“Black is definitely your color, Red,” Kensuke laughed. He placed each of his palms on Asuka’s round buttocks, squeezing her cheeks together and and then spreading them apart a couple of times. “That’s such a cute asshole. So defenseless. I could do all kinds of things to it.”
He let go of her ass and walked around in front of her, grabbing her by the hair.
“Come on, Red,” he said. “I don’t want you making a mess out here. Let’s go to the bathroom.”
“Again?” Asuka protested. “We were already in the bathroom!”
“So?” Kensuke pulled on her hair. Using it like a leash on a dog, he began leading her towards the bathroom, forcing Asuka to frog-walk along behind him, her squatting form lumbering from one foot to the other. It was extremely uncomfortable going, and slow. “Faster. Come on, faster.”
He pulled more insistently, kicking her ass with his foot.
“I can’t go faster, stupid” Asuka hissed, feeling her buttocks flatten and jiggle from the force of his blows. She tried lifting herself up a bit, flexing her knees to raise her center of gravity. This had the unfortunate side effect of raising her bare bottom as well so it now stuck up and out very prominently. It helped her move faster but not much, and her rear, exposed as it was, became the target of many more slaps.
Finally, she made to the bathroom, huffing and panting from the effort. When she was close to the toilet, Kensuke brought her to a halt.
“Wait here, Red,” he ordered, and began rummaging through a few cabinets.
“I-I can’t stay like this forever!” Asuka cried. She could not keep the alarm from her voice. Unable to straighten, her abdominal muscles and legs took the brunt of the strain from the bent-over posture.
“You don’t have to,” the otaky said. “I’m just gonna clean you up real quick.”
At first Asuka didn’t understand; if he wanted her clean he should just let her take a shower. Then she saw the enema bag in his hands and it made sense.
“Shit,” Asuka breathed out through clenched teeth.
“Exactly, Red,” Kensuke laughed. He retrieved a long white rubber nozzle with a plastic tip and set it aside the bag. He then filled a washbasin with hot water from the sink and, dropping down to his knees behind her, placed it on the floor. Asuka felt him run a finger along the bottom of her spine, before slowly dragging it down between her buttocks. The tip of his digit gently tickled the wrinkled rim of her asshole, making the tight muscle twitch nervously. “Man, I love you like this, Red. You’re just dying to show off your holes, aren’t you?.”
Asuka once again chose not to respond. She couldn’t remember the last time she had an enema, but it couldn’t possibly be any worse or more painful than having her anal cherry popped. It surely couldn’t hurt, after all it was just water.
These thoughts whirled in her head as Kensuke filled the red rubber bag with warm water from the basin and bent over her, using his free hand to spread her asscheeks apart. He spat a couple of time on the redhead‘s exposed anus, then smeared his saliva with his finger in slow, circular motions.
“Here we go, Red!”
Asuka closed her eyes and gasped when she felt the hard plastic tip being pushed firmly against her sphincter. She tried to relax, to let it through, but it was difficult and Kensuke had to twist and push before it went in all the way. Then, with the hose dangling from her like the tail on a mouse, the otaku raised the bag and turned a little nub at the neck where it joined the hose, causing a tide of warm water to rush down its length and into Asuka’s bowels.
“Ugggh!” Asuka moaned in discomfort as liquid filled her insides, warm and foreign. The rim of her anus helplessly squeezed around the nozzle, but couldn’t push it out. She could feel a little pressure as her rectum expanded, and as more water entered the pressure started to build.
After a short time the first cramp hit her like a punch to the stomach, and she felt suddenly very full.
“Stop!” Asuka shook her head, tears starting to run down her beautiful face. The water kept gushing, pouring inside like an unstoppable tide, forcing its way up her waste chute. She wanted to shit--God, she’d never wanted to shit so badly.
Kensuke only laughed.
Finally, when Asuka was so full that the the pressure in her gut was downright impossible, the perverted otaku pinched the hose, blocking the flow of water, and yanked the nozzle out. The bent-over redhead groaned, but just as a tiny brown stream began to trickled from her wrinkled hole Kensuke shoved his finger inside to plug it up.
“Hold it in, Red,” he said. “I want to feel you grab my finger with your asshole.”
By now even the slightest move made her cramp, but Asuka gritted her teeth and tried to clench her stuffed asshole as tightly as she could. It took a surprising amount of effort. Soon her slick, sweat-stained body, the lukewarm water inside her bowels and the hot air of the bathroom was making her feel weird. She could almost feel the blood rushing to her head, just as she could feel the water sloshing around her lower intestine. Her face was a mask of tension as every bit of her will was focused on her anus, to keep it tightly shut.
“Looking good, Red. Very good.” Kensuke stroked the naked girls left buttock with his free hand and gave it a hard slap.
“Aaarghh!” Asuka breathed deep and hard, but managed to keep her asshole closed despite the enormous pressure.
“It’s pushing out a little, Red,” Kensuke said pumping his trapped finger in her asshole and completely ignoring the looks she was sending him. “And quite wet.”
“You just stuffed gallons of water in there!” Asuka half groaned half said, her buttocks trembling above him.
“It wasn’t that much,” Kensuke answered, applying more pressure to his invading finger until it disappeared up to the knuckle.
“Ghhhhgh!” Asuka’s bit her lower lip, tightening her sphincter up but despite all of her efforts another squirt of dirty water shot out, smearing and coating Kensuke’s finger, her crack and, as it travelled down, her inner thighs.
Strangely, the otaku did not seem repulsed by it. On the contrary, judging from his intense breathing, he was enjoying himself a lot. He started to drill his finger into her soft and wet rim. The tiny rosebud resisted at first, but when the boy put more pressure, it slowly relented.
Asuka shivered, her bloated guts entering into another series of cramps. “S-stop that!” she finally growled through clenched teeth. “You’ll make me shit myself!”
“That’s the whole point, Red.” Kensuke laughed patting her upturned ass. “But I guess you are right - there are better things for us to do.”
With that he pulled his finger out and stood up. Asuka groaned, feeling the water pushing up against her slightly gaping hole, but just as she was about to completely empty her bowels she felt the tip of Kensuke’s penis between her legs.
“N-NO!” she screamed. “My pussy! Fuck my pussy!”
“Nah. That cunt of yours is overused. I bet it’s not even tight anymore. I have a better idea.” He grabbed the base of his raging erection and brought his wide cock-head to her straining asshole. The exaggerated spread of her legs left her already open. He didn’t even need to part her buttocks.
“Wait! No!” Wide-eyed, she stared back at him. A new wave of cramps ran down her body. She couldn’t take his cock like this. Not when she was already so fully. “Please...” she whispered, but that did not stop him.
“Oh, shut up, you nasty cunt, or I’ll shove it in your mouth when I’m done with your ass.”
With those words, before Asuka could even reply, he clamped both hands around her narrow, bent waist and shoved his hot erection inside her tight hole.
“Kyyyaaa!” Asuka wailed in pain as the head of his cock burst through the weakened seal of her not-so-tight sphincter. Her whole body tensed to fight him; her fingernails dug into her ankles, her teeth gritted and eyes wide. The pressure in her colon was mind-blowing. She felt as though her gut was about explode. Most of the water was forced down deeper, but a stream of filthy liquid, displaced from the cavity by the encroaching mean, still managed to escape.
“Man, that feels totally good,” Kensuke moaned, reaching over to grab her hair and pull on it, lifting up her head. “We should do this more often.”
“NO!” Asuka screamed. She could feel him straining to feed his dick in her ass as it clamped harder and harder around his girth to stop him entering. It was all in vain. He kept coming, ramming himself into her already stuffed asshole.
Finally, after the longest penetration she had ever known, she started to feel cramping accompanied by a funny pulling feeling in her gut and a wave of nausea, like she was hit in the solar plexus. She thought she might pass out, grunting loudly and squeezing her eyes shut.
"No, stop!” she cried out, tears falling from her eyes as Kensuke yanked her hair so hard she could feel some of it tearing at the follicles. Her head was jerked back painfully, her bound body trembling and her neck aching.
And then she felt him spear her asshole with his cock, a powerful thrust of his hips sending his thick member deep inside her water-filled bowels. The dirty spray from her stretched anus got everywhere rim.
“Wwwaaaahhh!” Asuka let out another strained wail. She was being split up, her bound body ripped apart from the inside.
Kensuke began to fuck her, shoving his hips forwards and back as he plunged inside her, pushing hard on her soft anal walls. The water made it seem like he was the size of a baseball bat. Enormous. Bigger than anything Asuka had ever felt, and more painful even than when Musashi first popped her precious anal cherry..
“How do you like that, Red?” the otaku asked, grinning wide, seemingly enjoying her pained grunts and cried as his hips slammed against her ass cheeks, his balls wetly slapping into her swollen pussy lips.
“N-N-No!” she gasped out between sharp cries. Her small breasts bounced up and down from the force of his thrusts. Her body rocked, rising onto the balls of her bare feet to escape the pounding she was receiving. Instinctively, she tried to take a step forward, but the hold on her hair kept her firmly in place, trapped between her bonds and his dick.
Kensuke's other hand slid underneath her body, sliding down her bloated stomach until it ran over her slick mound and easily finding her clit. He gripped the swollen bud hard and twisted it.
"Nuuughhh!” Asuka screamed in pain, but it quickly turned to pleasure as Kensuke's fingers snapped her clit back and forth and rolling it with his thumb. Her mind flooded with the sensation--pain and pleasure, like opposing forces threatening to tear her apart.
Her muscles tensed up as her stomach cramped and to her horror she realized she couldn’t hold on any more. Weak and defeated, she let the torrent inside her colon come loose and started to push against the cock blocking the passage. Her face scrunched up, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her mouth as her body fought to expel the intruder from her rectum. Cold sweat broke all over her body. The water gushed out in a steady brown stream, spraying messily from her stretched asshole.
“Wow! You are shitting yourself, aren’t you, Red?”
Asuka‘s gut rolled as the pole lodged in her rectum crept outwards, pounding and pistoning within her soft sleeve. She blubbered something unintelligible as a wet fart escaped her asshole and a cascade of brown water followed, splashing down between their feet.
Shitting or not, Kensuke never stopped fucking her.
"Hnnnng!" Her arms and legs were shaking violently, rivers of sweat dripping from her forehead, matting her bangs to her red, strained face, trailing down her neck and between her breasts. She didn’t even notice when his fingers left her clit, or when they entered her pussy, but she certainly did once they started pumping furiously in and out in time with his penis.
Both holes, the bent redhead thought in a growing daze. He’s screwing both holes!
"Mnuughrgg!" Asuka grunted through the veil of tears and sweat stinging her face. He slipped out his cock in a whoosh, a torrent of dirty slime hanging from it. Smelly brown liquid shot out of Asuka‘s stretched anus like a pressure hole.
Before she could expel everything completely, Kensuke hammered back inside her emptying bowels, cutting off the flow. The foul odor of her insides turning themselves out overpowered even the familiar smell of her sex.
She was beyond speech now, and cried as the boy riding her ass started jack-hammering into her even faster. The warm, brown water continued to flow from her battered asshole, smearing his pelvis and thighs as well as her own buttocks and legs. The puddle beneath them had grown to monstrous size. Everything was filth. And the smell … Asuka had never smelled anything so foul.
"Your little shitter is packed full with crap, you know. It's disgusting, Red," Kensuke grunted, but the thrust of his hips grew even stronger. “I’m going to fuck you clean.”
Asuka groaned helplessly, tears overflowing her eyes. A fierce thrust propelled her body forward, and were it not for Kensuke‘s tight grip on her hair she would have smashed her face into the wall.
"You love it, don‘t you?" Kensuke slammed his hips on her dirty buttocks, his cock stabbing deeper as if to punctuate his statement and forcing more of the liquid shit to squirt out. “You love having your ass fucked. You’re such a slut!”
Asuka didn’t care what he said anymore. A continuous strangled whimper issued from the back of her throat. It felt as if he was trying to reach her stomach through her bowels. Spittle leaked from her mouth in thick strings and her eyes rolled up. Her pussy clenched on itself out of sheer reflex, its juices bathing the otaku‘s slightly hairy ball-sack when it smashed the folds together. Her feet turned outward, knees flexing as her body desperately tried to open itself more to ease his brutal penetration, but the pain was almost unbearable.
“NNNnnGHHuf!”
Kensuke‘s own face was drenched in sweat as he pounded her ass with relish. His eyes, shielded behind his glasses, gleamed almost inhumanly. Each thrust produced a liquid sound as it jostled and rearranged the load in her bowels. His fingers never left her pussy, rubbing and rolling in a way that made her teeter between faint pleasure and crushing disgust at what was happening.
Then, suddenly, with a sloshing noise, Kensuke‘s cock pulled from her.
She barely had time to realise that the damn otaku had taken his camera and was filming her asshole when a torrent of shit and brown water exploded from her. Asuka hung her head, grunting in effort and relief, loose hair covering her sweat-stained face while Kensuke‘s hand grasped her left asscheek and pulled it aside to offer the camera a perfect shot of her expelling anus.
Her stomach clenched, and she kept a tight grip on her ankles as she voided her bowels. The whole thing seemed never-ending, a torrent of shit that covered the floor and herself, but despite that it felt so good to finally empty herself. The mess was a small price to pay for that. So was Kensuke filming her.
A sharp cramp ripped through her belly right then, making her scream. The stream eased up, tapering to a weak trickle and then stopping completely. Asuka’s ears were ringing from all the blood rushing to her head. She looked over her shoulder, and through the curtain of tears saw Kensuke pumping his dirty cock above her buttocks with one hand and holding the camera with the other. His muscles strained as he worked himself up, eyes glued on her naked rump and gapping assole which mouthed at the air like a dying fish.
Another spasm rippled through her gut and her intestines almost turned themselves out trying to expel the last of the runny muck. It was like a knife through her belly, and so painful she suddenly lost control of her bladder. A narrow yet potent stream of urine came pouring between her legs, its acrid stench adding to the stink in the room. By then it was too late to stop it, and, shamed as she was, she didn’t even try. Hot piss splashed down on the floor, adding to the already large and disgusting puddle. Both of them were now standing on shit water and pee, their feet sloshing through the filthy liquid.
Moaning above her was the only warning that Kensuke had reached his climax. Seconds later fat drops of warm cum landed on her dirty buttocks. At least he didn’t shoot his load inside her ass. Asuka wasn’t sure her bowels could handle any more. Her arms and legs were aching quite badly, and her stomach felt like had swallowed a bunch of rocks. Her head hurt as well, and she really wanted to be sick.
Finally, when he was done painting her rear with his semen, Kensuke set the camera aside and reached down and began removing the cuff around her wrists and ankles.
“That was quite a show, Red. You really go all the way.” He laughed, delivering a hard slap across buttocks that sent specks of cum and shit flying.
Asuka grunted in response. Straightening up, she felt a rush of blood from her head and terrible cramping in her belly. She hurried to the nearby toilet, stumbling on the wet floor, and barely had time to knock down the seat and drop her ass on it before her bowels let go once more.
She bent double, clutching her tender stomach as a series of loud, wet farts escaped her followed by the last of the liquid shit, but her groaning and moaning still drowned out the noise from the toilet bowl.
“Clean yourself and all this crap of yours before going to sleep,” Kensuke said, signalling the mess. Asuka couldn’t bring herself to look. She remained hunched on the toilet, shitting her guts away as he climbed onto the shower.

**
Cleaning the bathroom took the better part of an hour and left her sweaty, hot and caked in filth, particularly her hands, feet, knees, buttocks and the back of her thighs. She found some supplies under the sink, including a bucket and brush and borrowed a mop from the kitchen. The smell was a constant torment throughout, making her nauseous and disgusted, though not as disgusted as knowing what she was cleaning up. Her stomach took a while to settled, and the more she moved the more she felt like she had a brick in her belly and concrete in her anus.
By the time she finally crawled into the shower and turned it on, Asuka had never felt so dirty. She washed herself with soap and warm water. The waste covering her buttocks and thighs had dried and stuck to her skin. She had to rub hard to get it all off, and the water that flowed down the drain between her feet was almost as brown as the water that had come out of her, but at least it didn’t smell as bad. Then, when the worst was gone, she turned her attention to the smaller details, like the gaps between her fingers and toes and under her nails. She washed her hair and face, working down to her neck, breasts and stomach.
Her pussy came last. Using a hand to open it up, she poured water directly on it to bring some relief to her burning cunt, scrubbed it gently and then sent three fingers inside, pumping them furiously. Leaning back, spreading her thighs and thrusting her pelvis, she came within moments, moaning loudly in the closed, steam-filled space. It subsided quickly, leaving her only a little less frustrated than before. She wished Musashi were around to give her proper fucking.
When she stepped out of the shower, out of impulse she started to search for a towel, but then remembered that she was supposed to stay naked all the time. She also forgot to leave the door open, but luckily the perverted otaku did not seem to notice.
She padded out of the bathroom naked and still wet. The droplets of water on her skin felt pleasant, but she was too tired and achy to enjoy the sensation. After what she’d just been through she didn’t even care that she missed both lunch and dinner and headed straight for the corner where she had placed her things. Here she retrieved a rolled-up sleeping bag, removed the straps and pushed it out on the floor. The sleeping bag actually belonged to Shinji, who’d bought it to go camping with his stupid friends, but he probably wouldn’t be needing it any time soon. She felt no remorse about taking it without permission.
Sliding her naked body feet first into the sleeping bag, Asuka pulled the zippers along the sides up, leaving her fitfully encased in a warm cocoon. The feel of the material lining the inside was surprisingly soft, its touch on her still-moist bare skin serving only to make her acutely aware of her complete nudity. It was quite pleasant, and before too long her pussy started to throb again, the fire she had quenched in the shower reigniting.
Her fingers worked their way back to her hungry cunt, pumping into her fast and hard as she writhed and squirmed inside the bad, trying to push her legs out and bend her knees for better access.
This is for the best, the redhead told herself amidst the throes of her second orgasm that night. I couldn’t do this at Hikari’s. And Musashi can’t have me with his parents around. And maybe Keita could, but he has his doll. Besides, if she were with Musashi it was unlikely they would do anything other than fuck--not that she would care but eventually people would wonder what they were doing--and who knew what Keita was doing to Rei that very moment.
Kensuke was certainly a pervert, but Asuka knew well how to deal with perverts. Hell, even if he wanted to keep fucking her ass she had no doubt she could get used to it, just like she got used to the sex and the blowjobs. Like her mouth and cunt, her asshole was really just another, albeit dirtier, hole. It was right in the name. Musashi, who’d taken her anal virginity in the first place, would probably tell her that all holes on a girl like her were meant to be fucked. After all, he loved them and enjoyed them. Other people could as well.
But it’s dirty! a voice cried out in her head. It’s dirty and so degrading!
“Oh, shut up,” Asuka murmured. “It’s not like you have anywhere else to go.”
With that she rolled onto her side and closed her eyes. Her fingers still pumping in her now-soaked and twitching cunt. Strangely, however, she couldn’t remember if she came before falling asleep.
When she woke up in the morning, her face was covered in something sticky. She reached up with a hand as she opened her eyes. Her skin felt as if someone had put glue on it, but the smell was much more familiar. In fact, other than the stench of sweaty bodies and sex it was probably the most familiar smell in her life.
Cum.
From there it was an easy guess that the damned otaku had jerked off on her sleeping face and smeared it all up with his seed. Grumbling under her breath, Asuka opened the bag’s zippers, slid out from its foldes and climbed to her feet, still groggy. She made for the bathroom.
But despite washing her face and plucking a few dangling white spiderwebs from her hair she imagined she could still smell the semen. She wondered if Kensuke had gotten some of it inside her nostrils and quickly washed and blew them. Then she sat on the toilet for a brief stint, peeing but surprisingly not shitting. She was likely still shat out from the previous night.
After wiping her pussy and washing her hands she finally went to the kitchen. Kensuke was already sitting at the table, completely naked, and seemed to be waiting for her.
“Hello there, Red. Ready for school, I see.” He smiled at her, casually taking in her nudity while poking his breakfast with a fork. He was eating eggs and bacon with a glass of orange juice. Asuka duly noted there was no plate for her anywhere in sight.
“I can say the same to you. And I would appreciate it if you kept from jerking off on my face while I sleep,” the redhead replied angrily as she passed him by and walked towards the fridge.
“Oh, come on, don’t be so grumpy. You looked really cute. I couldn’t help it.” He eyed her as Asuka opened the refrigerator door and bent over to look inside, leaving her bare ass to stick out at him. Then he added, “I already made you some breakfast.”
This made Asuka stiffen and look over her shoulder. “Well, where it is then?” she asked, her eyes narrowing at him. “I don’t have all morning.”
Kensuke took a mouthful of eggs and pointed with his fork under the table. “There.”
Asuka looked where he pointed at and saw a plate on the floor under the table.
He’s going to make me eat like a dog, Asuka thought, but nonetheless approached the table and dropped down on her knees. Not having had any dinner the night before, she was really too hungry to care what humiliating thing he made her do.
It was just rice.
“I thought you should be on a nice diet while you are here,” the otaku said. “I don’t want you to get fat.”
“Gee, thanks,” Asuka grumbled. “But aren’t you forgetting something?”
“Like what?” Kensuke looked at her confused.
“Like a fork or a spoon maybe?” Try as she might, irritation was clear in her voice. She did not mention chopsticks because, frankly, she sucked with them almost as much as she sucked at kanji.
Kensuke made a surprised face. “Oh, that. Well I think it would be more entertaining to have you eat without using them or your hands even.”
Asuka’s blood was boiling, but she grit her teeth and swallowed her protest. She bent down, bringing her face closer to the plate. A pleasant aroma filled her nostrils and she started to drool. Just now she remembered how hungry she was, and leaving all her dignity behind she pushed her face into the plate, eagerly taking one large mouthful. She chewed quickly and was about to take another bite when she felt her head being pulled back by her hair.
“What now?” Asuka asked angrily. Some rice grains were sticking on her upper lip and left cheek.
“Forgot to tell you one more rule.”
“There’s more?” Asuka choked on her words in disbelief.
“Yes. Every time you want something to eat or drink you will have to mix it with my special sauce.”
Special sauce? The redheads confusion must have been on her face, so Kensuke reached down and grabbed his erection.
And then it hit her--this nasty pervert wanted for her not only to eat off the floor like an animal but also eat food covered in his cum. No doubt he’d invented this ‘new rule’ while jerking on her face, the damn sicko.
“You have to admit it’s brilliant idea,” Kensuke said, moving to sit at the edge of the chair and spread his legs. His erected cock bobbed before Asuka’s eyes like a meaty flagpole. “I mean, I get my morning relief and you get some extra protein. Cool right?”
It wasn’t cool at all, but Asuka did not say anything. Instead her stomach gurgled - that mouthful only seemed to make her hungrier - and she knew that if she refused she would end up without anything.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” He raised his eyebrow while slightly moving his hips to make his throbbing cock shake. “Don’t expect me to do everything for you you. Come and get it, Red.”
Seeing his hard dick swinging in front of her face, Asuka’s eyes narrowed, but the redhead silently took the plate and moved to Kensuke. She took her place between his legs and without further preamble reached out and took his pulsing, slick cock in her hand. Kensuke‘s eyes closed in pleasure as her fingers slipped up and down, pulling the skin gently.
“Oh yeah, slut, that’s the stuff,” Kensuke moaned while the kneeling redhead started to pick up the pace of her motion. His cock pulsed swelling and darkening, dribbling out more and more of clear precum drops out of the piss slit. “You certainly know how to handle a cock.”
Asuka did not answer to this half-assed praise. Instead she just focused on stroking her now-slimy fingers under the ridge of his cockhead, then palming the head and spreading the leaking precum before grasping and squeezing gently up and down the length of his throbbing tool.
It did not take long before Kensuke started to pant really loudly, pearls of sweat appearing on his forehead, and when his testicles drew up, Asuka knew that he was about to blow his load. She lifted the plate with her free hand and aimed his dick towards it while tightening her grip on his cock and pumping faster.
“Yeaaah! Keep going, Red.”
Asuka wasn‘t looking at him. Her eyes were solely focused on the taut-skinned shiny head of his penis and the eye leaking that slick, clear fluid waiting for the first squirt of cum. It did not keep her waiting. First his balls started to spasm and then his dick twitched hard in her slippery grip. Then the piss slit widened and wad after wad of thick white cum spewed from the tip of his penis and onto the rice plate below. The pungent aroma of sperm filled her nostrils, blocking all other smells.
“Here we are. A freshly served sluty breakfast just for you, ” Kensuke grinned watching the redhead frown at the mess in her plate. “If you don’t want it then...”
But Asuka just shook her head and placed the plate on the ground. She closed her eyes and buried her face into the food. Kensuke really shot quite a load and when Asuka opened her mouth and took a bite most of what she could taste was cum. On instinct she gagged, not enjoying the still lukewarm, bitter taste of his thick sperm. Strangely, she thought drinking just sperm on its own was better than the mixture of fresh jizz and food.
The redhead paused, lifting her face off the plate, allowing another gagging fit to pass before digging back in. She slurped in some more rice with cum, but the more she ate, dragging her face all across the plate, the more the semen mixed with the food and the worse the flavor became. It was overpowering, and when she felt the sticky wads of his load sloshing inside her mouth, coating her tongue and getting between her teeth, she had to fight herself not to spit it out.
“Wow, you really make quite a nasty mess when you eat,” Kensuke laughed, watching the redhead chewing on the food and his sperm.
Finally, Asuka gulped the last bite down, her stomach churning, and looked up at him.
“Damn, Red, you look like you could use a drink,” the otaku said. “How about a cup of coffee too?”
Before she could answer Kensuke stood up and took his cup, still half filled with coffee. Then he grabbed his member, squeezing and shaking a few last drops of cum onto the cup.
“There you go, Red,“ Kensuke hissed as handed her the cup and slumped back into his chair with his legs apart and his hands rubbing and fondling his depleted cock and balls while he stared at the naked teen kneeling in front of him.
Asuka held the cup in both hands and peered down into it. The smooth black surface was marred by a large white glob, which slowly trailed off and mixed with the dark liquid.
“I can’t do this everyday for all your meals, though,” Kensuke noted, tiredly stroking his limp dick. “But the rule still stands. So you’ll need to store my cum. After we fuck you are not to let it go to waste inside that soggy taco you call a cunt. Squeeze it out into some kind of box or jar and put it in the fridge. I’ll free up the top shelf just for you.”
Asuka shook her head, watching how cummy tendrils were starting to float gently around the cup, mixing slowly with the coffee. A latte it wasn’t even if it did have Kensuke’s milk.
“You are sick,” she murmured, squeezing her eyes shut and bringing the cup to her lips. She took a sip, and found that it was not as bad as she expected. The strong, bitter taste of coffee masked that of his cum almost completely and helped wash off most of the disgusting aftertaste from her breakfast. And it was still hot, as well, and the smell was nice. She eagerly began gulping down the rest.
“Well, I’m not the one drinking cum with my coffee,” Kensuke noted, while the redhead finished her drink. “Who’s really sick here?”
Asuka, wisely, chose to remain silent.

*
With such a bad start it was rather predictable that Asuka spent most of her day at school in a foul mood. By lunchtime she was positively fed up and considering escape, but she was also hungry and so instead went to the cafeteria.
Sitting there, nursing a plate of actually cum-free food, the redhead had plenty to ponder. Like her new, disgusting eating routine. And then there was the fact that she was walking around the school wearing no panties and each gust of wind seemed to pierce right through her. Climbing stairs had become an exercise in anxiety, to say the least, though the element of danger--that secret thrill of being seeing and exposed--kept her perpetually moist. That only added to her problems since, without panties, the juices dripped and ran freely down her thighs and threatened to escape the protection of her hem.
But of course the absolute worse was that returning to her ‘new’ home meant she had to deal with that perverted otaku and his nasty fetishes. Even if Mana had not forced her she might have ended up going to him, as a last resort, and she was ready to suck and fuck him to his heart’s content, but not to let him give her enemas and make her shit or piss herself, or sell off her panties to strangers for money, or forbid her from wearing clothes and making her wipe his ass.
Irritated, Asuka threw an angry glare at the perverted four eyes sitting nearby with a few other boys and looking at some pictures--she had a good ideas what the pictures were about and even thought she saw one of her bagged panties change hands. And for a second she imagined she saw Shinji among the group, and wondered why he would buy panties when she’d given him a shot at the real deal.
Then she remembered hearing from Hikari that Shinji didn’t show up at school today and realized this was another boy with remarkably similar brown hair. Asuka was actually kind of glad for that. She wanted to avoid Shinji as long as possible.
The feeling of anguish and regret crept up on her so suddenly she feared she might burst into tears. Leaving her meal unfinished, she stood up abruptly and rushed to the door. But just as she was rounding the corner she slammed into what felt like a moving wall and bounced back, losing her balance. And for a briefest of seconds, as she landed on her ass, her skirt floated up, baring her uncovered pussy and heart-shaped pubic hair.
“Ouch!” Asuka quickly grabbed her hem and pushed it down where it belonged. She looked around, but nobody seemed to have noticed anything. Then she glanced up at the idiot who’d knocked her down. “Watch it, arschloch!”
“I can say the same to you, Devil.” Touji Suzuhara said, his face just as annoyed as hers. Nevertheless, he extended his hand to help her to get up.
The redhead slapped it away.
“Don’t touch me, shitface!” Asuka stood on her own, wiping the dust from the back of her skirt and fixing up her shirt, which had become untucked during the fall.
Somehow it was cruelly fitting that the one to make her miserable day worse was the third member of the school’s Three Stooges.
“Whoa, what bee stung you, Sohryu?” Touji said, raising his hands defensively, as if she might bite them off. “And if anyone should be angry it’s me. You ran into me!”
“That’s because you are walking like a fucking gorilla with your head down!”
“If anyone is a gorilla then it is you!” Touji cried.
For a moment Asuka wondered why it was like that between her and Touji. She usually got annoyed by all three of them but with Touji she got into fights ridiculously easy. Was it because he always fought back, unlike Shinji or even Kensuke? Or was it that he was just a stupid jock and jocks always annoyed her?
Well, whatever was the case, he had a talent for pissing her off, and today was already a bad day before she ran into him.
“Who are you calling a gorilla?” Asuka snapped, loud enough for the whole cafeteria to hear, and took a step forward to jam a finger against his chest. “Can your pea-sized brain even understand what it’s saying? A gorilla is a big, fat, stupid, ugly ape. In other words, just like you!”
“Oh, shut it, Devil,” Touji replied, getting angry. “Nobody wants to hear your gob.”
They kept on trading words, with Asuka’s irritation reaching boiling level. Then she just exploded. She cursed and shouted at him, throwing profanities to his face. She knew that in way she was only releasing her pent up anger and frustration, but never the less she couldn’t help herself. And the stupid jock, being almost equally hot headed as her, responded to each word with a pair of his own, though they were rather repetitive.
It would have ended in blows if not for a clear and loud voice breaking through the cursing.
“What in the world is happening here?” Hikari, as a true class representative, walked between the arguing pair and pushed them away from each other. “Asuka, Suzahara what are you two doing?”
“I wanted to have some fresh air when this blockhead slammed into me!” Asuka yelled, gesturing furiously towards Touji.
“T-that’s not true.” Amusingly enough, Touji started stuttering. Hikari’s close presence always had this effect on him.
“Suzahara-kun, apologize.”
“Why me?” Touji looked lost.
“Because you are a boy and she is a girl. Be more of a gentleman.”
“Gentleman. Him? Pshh.” Asuka made a snorting noise. Hikari threw her one of her glares.
“B-but she started! I’m innocent!” Touji protested, backing away from Hikari.
Luckily for Asuka it only took Hikari a split second to decide that no matter what he said the jock was clearly at fault, which was just as expected. Even though she always blushed like a schoolgirl talking about him when they were alone, Hikari knew where her real loyalties lay.
“I don’t care who started it, Suzahara!” the class rep. barked. “I am ending it. Right here and now. Am I clear?”
Touji mumbled something similar to “Yes, mam,” but Asuka wasn’t listening anymore. She quickly slipped out while Hikari continued to discipline the jock loudly and publicly.
Serves him right, the redhead thought in her fury, for being such a stupid monkey.

*
The fight with Touji left her very hot and flustered, as fights often did, but it wasn’t until much later in the day that she managed to get a hold of Musashi. They met in one of the gym’s bathroom stalls, where they would be unlikely to be found or heard. And that was good, because Asuka decided she wanted to be unusually loud.
Musashi fucked her sprawled on the toilet, her skirt bunched up around her waist and with both her legs propped up on his shoulders, her feet on either side of his head. He pounded her so eagerly she had to brace against porcelain bowl to keep from flying off. Asuka had come to love being taken like this. Having her legs so high caused her pelvis to roll up as well, tightening her belly and damn near lifting her ass into the air at each stroke. And it always seemed to give the deepest and most pleasurable penetration, and she made her enjoyment heard, moaning and screaming with each thrust, her mouth open and drooling as her battered cunt did the same. At some point, completely missed by her sex-crazed mind, Musashi leaned in and ripped a breast out from her shirt, which he quickly started kneading and pinching.
Yet for all her noise, when she finally came it was with a silent scream of pure pleasure. Her tear-filled eyes rolled back, her mouth wide open, her cunt spasmed hard. Knees trembling and threatening to drop her at any moment, she somehow managed to keep from collapsing in a sweaty heap as Musashi blew his huge load deep inside her womb while she was still in the throes of her own orgasm. His liquid warmth spread across her belly like a tide. His dick seemed to throb in time with her cunt, made one by their coupling.
Afterwards Musashi spent a long time panting and still in her, his hands grasping her around the hips and her feet somewhere by his ears. Asuka trembled helplessly beneath him, her flushed chest rising up and head down, every breath that filled her lungs a labored hiss. She was covered in sweat, as was the boy whose seed she had just taken. The smell of sex hung thick in the air, impossible to miss.
“Why didn’t you call?” Musashi suddenly said. The exertion had turned his voice hoarse.
“Why don’t you take it out first?” Asuka grunted. Her hip joints are starting to ache, to say nothing of the soreness in her legs, though after the pounding she had just received it was a miracle she could speak at all.
Musashi looked surprised for a moment, as if he’d forgotten, then said, “Oh, right.” He pushed himself off. His softening penis slid easily out from the well-used opening of her pussy, which remained gaping, swollen and overflowing with his thick cum.
Asuka relaxed, sitting up atop the plastic toilet seat and pulling out her skirt from beneath her. The plastic was sticky on her bare ass, but it was better than soiling her uniform anymore For once she’d kept most of her clothes on while having sex, including her shoes and socks, although that probably had more to do with the fact that Musashi had just grabbed her, shoved her into the toilet stall, sat her down and fucked her almost as soon as he saw her.
Glaring at the tanned boy, she started to button up the front of her uniform. Her exposed breast glistened with sweat, the pink nipple having turned red from all the pulling and groping. Musashi also began to fix up his disheveled uniform, casting a surreptitious glance back at her. Asuka refused to meet his eyes.
“I didn’t call you because I was busy,” she finally said. “With all the crap that happened between me and Ikari I didn’t have much time for anything else.” Other than shitting and pissing myself for the otaku, she added to herself.
Seeing her face growing tense, Musashi raised his eyebrows. “Yeah, what’s up with that?” he asked, pulling up his pants and tucking in his dick.
“Nothing much,” Asuka lied. “I just had to find another place. And don’t pretend you care. You vanished so quickly I thought it was a magic act. Fucking amazing.”
Musashi had enough decency to seem embarrassed. “Right, well Yui threw me out.”
“That makes two of us,” Asuka muttered, glancing mournfully at his crotch as he pulled the zipper up. It was always an unfortunate sight to see him put it away.
“I could speak to Yui,” Musashi suggested.
Asuka just waved her hand. She didn’t for a second believe that Yui would listen to him, and not when it came to her. “Don’t waste your time,” she said and sat up. White, chewy rolls of lukewarm semen oozed out of her swollen pussy lips like cream, pooling on the toilet lid below and dripping to the floor. Disgusted, she scowled at the mess. “Ugh, you really came buckets in me.”
“Sor--”
“Shut up, idiot,” Asuka cut him off. “You sound just like Stupid Shinji.”
“Fine.” Musashi shrugged and then watched as the redhead hooked a pair of fingers inside her vagina and fished out as much of sticky sperm as possible before pulling the skirt down. “You’re not wearing panties?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.” Asuka stood up, pushing him back out of the way. Her knees buckled a little but she kept her balance. “Why’s that surprise you?” She pinned him with a nasty look. “I still remember when you made me take my panties off in the middle of class and stuff them in my mouth like I was some washing machine.”
His face colored. “That was before.”
“Before what?” Asuka’s frown deepened, feeling annoyed. Things might be different between them now, but he had put her through hell with his stupid pranks and torments--on top of having drugged and raped her in the first place. “Before you realized you could just fuck me any time you wanted without any of that shit?”
That clearly bothered him. “It wasn’t the same. I … I was a dick back then.”
“You are still a dick,” Asuka corrected, reaching down to grab his crotch. “Actually, your dick is the only reason I want you around.”
Musashi looked offended. “Give me a break. At least I stopped calling you Asuka nee-chan and sharing you with Keita.”
She might still remember Musashi’s earlier humiliations and tortures, but Asuka had almost forgotten about his perverted friend. She seldom saw Keita in school these days, and even less by Musashi’s side. His poor attendance record was probably only matched by Rei. Asuka had not seen the albino girl at all since the party--since she was made to shit in Asuka’s mouth and Asuka was made to swallow it. She had a vague memory of Mana and Mari taping a pair of dirty panties over her head and stuffing her in a garbage bag to drag her away, then nothing after that.
Asuka hoped she was alright. Mari and Mana could be nasty and cruel, but at least in her case they had too much fun torturing and humiliating her to do something more extreme, like killing her outright. She wasn’t so sure about Rei. Yui had made it clear the albino was nothing more than collateral damage, someone who’d been in the wrong place at the wrong time. They could have dumped her in a river somewhere, bag and all, and no one would have cared except maybe Keita. People always cared when you took away their favorite toy.
“Yeah, now you just share me with Mana and half the school,” Asuka told Musashi. She stepped back, glancing over her shoulder at the sticky mess she’d left on the toilet. “Come on. Lets find another place to do it.”
He was about to say something angry in reply when her phone rang. Taking it out of her pocket, Asuka saw a message from Kensuke. Her stomach gave a nasty turn, and not just because she remembered the enema the night before.
‘Meet me in the park outside the school. Now.’
That can’t be good, she thought. But then she couldn’t really think of anything involving Kensuke as being good.
“Sorry, gonna have to owe you. Busy girl.” Asuka hurriedly said, but judging from the doubtful expression on Musashi’s face he wasn’t buying any of her crap. “Nothing personal.”
“It’s always personal with you.”

*
Kensuke jumped out of the park bench he had been sitting on when he saw her. “Where the hell have you been, Red?”
“I had... stuff to do.” Asuka lifted her chin in silent challenge. There was no way she would tell him that her ‘stuff’ was shagging Musashi in a school toilet. She didn’t know if the otaku would take it well. It seemed weird to worry about something like that in her situation, but men could could be stupid and she didn’t want to provoke him.
“You should be ready whenever I need you,” Kensuke said angrily. “Were you having sex?”
Asuka quickly decided to change the subject. “Look, I am not a dog on a leash, ok?” The redhead placed her hands on her hips. “I still have my life. I can’t come running whenever you call.”
The strangely devious look that came across Kensuke’s eyes made Asuka’s belly turn cold. “I was actually thinking of putting a leash on you. Maybe I should, after what you did today.”
“I haven’t done anything.”
He raised a skeptical eyebrow towards her. “No? What about Touji?”
“I definitely haven’t done that ape,” Asuka laughed.
Kensuke seemed to have had enough. His face became solid rock, so serious it scared even her. “Oh, don’t play dumb, Red. I saw you arguing and then he got chewed out by the class rep.”
“Oh that.” Asuka shrugged. Fucking Musashi had made her forget all about her encounter with the jock. As far as she was concerned a good screw was the best way to put your problems behind you. Her pussy agreed. “He had it coming. What’s the big deal?”
“He is my best bud.”
“Yeah so?” Asuka crossed her arms over chest and tapped her foot.
“Well, so you will have to apologize to him.”
Obviously the damn otaku was siding with his friend. In a way it was admirable, but Asuka was not in an admiring mood. Her face wrinkled as if she had just smelled something foul. “No way. I won’t. It was that idiot’s fault.”
“It was your fault,” Kensuke replied, his voice tinged with an accusing tone. “You ran into him. And he got roughed up by Horaki.”
He’s going to blame me no matter what I say, Asuka thought. She really should have just stopped talking, but her mouth sometimes took a life of it’s own. Like now.
“I don’t freaking care what happened to him after,” the redhead spat. Her frown descended even deeper. “He rammed into me, got stupid and was punished. End of the story.”
“You should start caring or else you can go and find another place to live in.”
Somehow Asuka knew he’d go there, and she knew she didn’t have much of a choice save swallow her pride and do what he said. “Fine! I’ll just go and apologize to that idiot friend of yours. Happy?”
Kensuke smirked. “I think because you wounded him so deeply he deserves a special kind of apology.”
Asuka’s stomach gave an ominous drop that made her feel as though she was about to jump from an airplane. Her blue eyes narrowed suspiciously.
“How special?”
“Very. I think you should make him him feel good, Red. Really good,” Kensuke said, leering openly at Asuka’s chest. It was pretty obvious what the otaku had in mind--what he wanted her to do. But just the thought of it made Asuka sick.
“I won’t do that!” she snapped, fighting the urge to slap the look off his face. “If you want me to say sorry, fine. But I won’t fuck him!”
It was more than just sex with Touji. She’d had sex with a lot of guys, some, like Shibou, quite disgusting, and most of the time she wasn’t willing. And she’d done a lot more disgusting things than just a plain old boring fuck. Last night was the perfect example. Yet there was something about having sex with the monkey boy that truly upset her. It was much more personal and humiliating.
“Thought you’d say so,” Kensuke said. “How about a little bet?”
Asuka kept silent, glaring at the otaku.
“Gee, so moody,” Kensuke murmured. “Ok, how ‘bout this, if you win you can stay at my place without having to follow any rules and do whatever you want.”
Asuka raised an eyebrow. “And if I lose?”
“Then you will have to make Touji feel really good with your mouth and pussy. And will obey me unconditionally.”
That did not sound too bad, she had to admit. She was already on a short leash regarding the otaku and his stupid rules, so the only real risk was that she would end up having sex with Suzahara. And though that possibility was disgusting, Kensuke probably could make her have sex with him anyway as long as he held all the cards. Between him and Mana they could make her do anything they wanted.
She was desperate, and desperate people could agree to desperate things. He didn’t even have to offer a chance, but he was.
It’s a way out, Asuka thought.
“I’m in,” she said before Kensuke would change his mind.
“Don’t you want to know the game?”
“I don’t care. I’ll beat you anytime.” Asuka lifted her chin, trying to look confident. If he challenged her in some computer game she might have some problems but she was Asuka Langley Sohryu and no challenge was too big for her.
“Ah, but you won’t have to beat me,” Kensuke said, and when Asuka threw him a puzzled look he added, “You’ll have to beat Touji. In basketball.”
So that was his trick. Asuka, along with everyone else in school, was fully aware that basketball was Touji’s favorite sport. He talked about it endlessly with Shinji and she suspected even with Hikari when she would listen. And he might have mentioned more than once that it was his dream to become a professional player, like that was ever going to happen.
Asuka had never seen him actually play, but she could guess he was pretty good at it--or at least not as bad as Shinji. Unfortunately for Kensuke and his little bet, she knew how to play too. Back when she still had a normal life, when she could take gym class freely with the others and not spend it in toilets fucking or worrying about her lack of panties and the cum stuffed in her pussy leaking out, she had always been the best athlete among the girls. If the otaku thought he could intimidate her with this he should have tried harder.
“Alright,” the redhead said after a moment. “You are on.”
Kensuke seemed taken aback by her eagerness. He shook his head. “And it will be a stripping match.”
Asuka looked at the boy as if he’d grown another head. “A whaaaat?”
“A stripping match,” he repeated calmly, pushing his glasses up the bridge of her nose so smugly she wanted to punch him. “You play one on one and whenever you get scored on, you have to remove a piece of clothing.”
“I know how that works, idiot!” Even if she didn’t, she wasn’t about to admit to it. Besides, she had stripped naked a lot, often in public or in school, it just hadn’t been part of a basketball game before. This would be another perverted first for a girl who’d already had her fair share.
“Well, then there’s no problem.” Kensuke sounded rather pleased. “Unless you think you’ll lose.”
“Pffft. He will be naked before I break a sweat.” Asuka huffed haughtily. “Just don’t get mad at me for winning.”
“Then it’s settled.” Kensuke turned and picked up a bag from the bench behind him. He threw it to Asuka.
“What’s this?”
“Your clothes for the match. You can’t go playing in your school uniform, right?”
“Wait a second.” A catch in her voice betrayed Asuka’s surprise, as if the look on her face weren’t enough already. “You mean I’m going to play against him, like, now?”
Kensuke nodded. “Sure I do. Whenever Touji is angry or upset he comes to this park to throw some ball. He will be doing just that now too. Why do you think I told you to meet me here? It’s perfect.”
She should have figured that the things were going too smoothly. And obviously Kensuke would want to be part of this. He wasn’t holding a camera in his hands right now, but knowing him he probably had it turned on and ready for action.
“Worried already, Red?”
“As if.” Asuka placed a hand on her hip. “You think your idiot friend had a bad day, just wait ‘till he’s naked in public.”
“Good to hear you this confident. Remember, if you lose you must have sex with him on the court. Don’t give me any excuses. If you can’t go through with it don’t bother coming back home, not even to get your things. I’ll throw all your crap in the incinerator. And then you’ll have to deal with Mana.”
Asuka’s eyes narrowed into slits. Did he know it was Mana who basically gave her no choice and forced her to stay with him? Probably. It wasn’t like Mana to keep something like that to herself, especially when it would give the otaku even more power over her.
Trying to push any further thoughts of her mistress away, Asuka started looking around for a suitable place to change--and to make sure there was nobody in sight. Nearby she spotted a row of bushes, thick, with good cover from the path and backed up by trees. It was better than she could have hoped for. She was already opening her shirt as she went to crouch behind this protective green screen. Removing her clothes took no time at all, not surprisingly given how much practice she’d had at getting naked. And it wasn’t the nudity that made her face wrinkle in distaste.
Out from the bag came a simple, obviously unwashed basketball uniform comprised of a large blue and black jersey with matching black shorts and a pair of old gray sneakers. Sweat, or at least its bitter stench, seemed to have been baked into the thin nylon material. The sneakers reeked even worse.
Asuka wondered who’d worn the uniform last, then decided she didn’t want to know and hastily dressed. The shorts were slightly too long, going past her knees, and the loose jersey showed far more of her small but firm bust than she would have liked. Without a bra for support her breasts hung completely free in the oversized garment, jiggling and bouncing when she moved. On her slender feet the sneakers fit just as badly. A size too big, they felt like heavy wooden clogs.
“It’s not my size,” she said, awkwardly tugging at the jersey’s narrow shoulder straps. The whole thing sagged on her lithe frame, making the armholes and collar droop so low they practically left her exposed from the sides and front. Had her breasts been any bigger they would have popped out just from her standing still.
Kensuke shrugged. “If you don’t like it you can always go naked.”
“Funny,” Asuka said, her sharp tone showing that she was being sarcastic. “Then you can claim I already lost. I’m not stupid.”
“If you say so.” Kensuke gathered her discarded uniform blouse, jumper, shoes and bra and quickly stuffed them in the bag. Letting him take her things like that did, in fact, make Asuka feel rather stupid. Slinging the bag over his shoulder, he signaled for her to follow. “Come on. This way.”
They walked through the park together until they reached an open area with two basketball courts enclosed by a metal fence. The courts looked pretty much abandoned, with weeds growing around the fence and even through the seams on the concrete slabs that made up the courts. The paint that had once marked the lines and the free-throw areas was badly faded. One of the hoops was missing the net and the others looked worn and about to fall out.
Despite the proximity to school, which made it convenient, Asuka wondered why Touji would chose a place like this. He might as well just stay in school and use the courts there. She didn’t even want to begin guessing the sorts of characters who hung around here at night--crackheads, junkies, perverts, drug dealers. She’d better get this over with quickly before the sun went down. With the way she was dressed she wouldn’t stand a chance.
As Kensuke predicted, Touji Suzahara was throwing a basketball in one of the courts. He was the only person there as far as Asuka could tell. Unlike her, he hadn’t even bothered changing and still wore the same tracksuit he always did.
“I’m going to hide in the bushes over there. You should go and do your thing.” Kensuke laughed, patting Asuka’s ass.
Asuka gritted her teeth and was about to walk towards Touji but then stopped and turned around. “Wait. What if he doesn’t agree with the whole strip game thing?”
“I’ll count that as your loss, Red. So better make him interested. Shouldn’t be too hard for an experienced cocktease like you.”
He walked off to the side, slipping behind a big tree on the opposite side of the fence, where he could both remain hidden and have a good look at the action.
“Screw you, four eyes,” Asuka muttered quietly before turning towards her target, carefully adjusting the loose oversized jersey in a vain effort to cover up her breasts.
Touji didn’t notice her until she was standing only a couple of steps away, and even then she had to cough for him to look her way. His face glistened with sweat, though not in an entirely unattractive fashion.
“What do you want, Devil?” His eyes narrowed and his stupid monkey brain finally seemed to register what she was wearing. “What’s up with that get up?”
“It’s a basketball uniform, idiot,” Asuka spat out, but decided that getting into another sparring match with him wouldn’t help her cause any. “Um, I just noticed you playing and thought I could join in.”
“No.” Touji turned away from her and shot the ball towards the basket. It flew across the air in a swooping arch and went easily through the hoop, touching nothing but net on the way down.
Asuka fought the urge to curse at him. “Are you always this nice with girls?”
“Red headed devils are not girls.”
“I didn’t do anything wrong!” Asuka snapped, her tone high and rising higher. “And it was your fault.”
He scowled at her as he went to pick up the ball. “Sure it was. I was just minding my own business and then you came flying down the hall like your ass was on fire!”
“How about you pulling your head out of your ass for once to see where are you going?!”
Touji just shook his head. He had the ball again and was bouncing it back to the free-throw line. “Go bug someone else. I come here to get away from the likes of you.” With a flick of his wrist the ball went in again.
She couldn’t go. This monkey wouldn’t understand it if she explained it, and he probably wouldn’t believe her either. But Kensuke would blame her and then she’d be stuck with his stupid, disgusting rules. She decided to try a different approach.
“Listen, if you are afraid of having a match with me you should just say so.”
That made him stop and stare at her her. “I-I’m not afraid of playing with you,” he stammered. “I just don’t want to.”
Men are so predictable, Asuka thought, fighting to keep from smiling. “Oh, of course you don’t.” She started twirling a lock of hair between her fingers, then turned her knees in the most girly fashion she could manage. “You’re just scared that a little girl will beat you.”
“Shut up!” Touji shot the ball again but this time it didn’t even graze the rim.
Asuka laughed. “Wow. I can totally see you going pro now.”
That did it, as Asuka knew it would. Touji grabbed the ball and turned to her, pointing his finger. “You know what? Done. Let’s have this damn match. One on one. Just you and me. But don’t cry when I beat you.”
“That’s my line, Suzahara.” Asuka grinned like a cat who was about to get some fresh milk. But there was one more thing she had to convince him of. “How about we raise the stakes a bit? Each time you or I score, the loser has to take off a piece of clothing.”
The look of shock on his face damn near made this whole thing worth it. He dropped the ball, seemingly freezing at her bold, shameless suggestion. It rolled to Asuka’s feet and the redhead picked it up, grinning.
“Are you kidding?” he finally said, his voice so high he sounded like a girl. “We are in the middle of a park!”
“No one comes here all day,” she replied, still smiling. “But I guess you are right. It wouldn’t be nice for a big macho guy like you getting stripped because you can’t beat a girl in basketball. And I don’t even practice.”
She threw the ball almost without looking, trying to make it look as easy and effortless as possible. It went in.
“Well, Mr. Big Basketball Player?” Asuka giggled. “You playing or you chicken?”
From the furious, embarrassed look on his tanned face it was to guess that she had him. Now all she had to do was to win.
“Fine, Red.” Toji went to fetch the ball, but as he turned back Asuka rushed him and grabbed it from his hands.
“Girls first,” the redhead declared, moving back across the three-point line.
“I’d say humans go first over devils, but fine.”
And so the game started. Asuka sprinted to the basket, dribbling the ball on her right side, but Touji’s defense was too good and all she could do was throw a contested jumpshot which did not have a chance of going in.
Being taller and stronger Touji easily grabbed the rebound. He then started backing down to the basket, pressing against Asuka, but he underestimated her agility and the redhead stole the ball from his weakside.
“Damn,” Touji swore when Asuka tried to attack him again. This time she took a hold of the ball with both hands and passed him. She jumped under the hoop, tossing up the ball and scored off the board. For a moment her right breast slipped out of the oversized jersey’s armhole, its creamy flesh and pink nipple jiggling in plain view, but neither the Asuka nor Touji noticed.
Asuka grinned at him. “Well, strip monkey boy.”
“Hey, you traveled!” Touji cried.
She shrugged. “I don’t even know what that is.”
“You are cheating!” His face flustered.
“Stop being a wuss!” Asuka kicked the ball towards him.
Muttering curses, Touji angrily grabbed his shirt and threw it away. One thing that boys had a definite advantage on was that they could easily play half-naked without much worry. It was almost expected to see shirtless men engaged in sporting activities, even in a place as conservative as Japan. And Asuka had to admit she’d certainly seen worse--and been fucked by much worse--than Toji. His upper body was chiselled, well-muscled and shimmering with sweat. He didn’t look so much like a boy then. Too bad he was such a monkey.
Asuka came up to him again, ready to defend. Touji dribbled the ball, moving one way then the other. He then jumped and took another shot over her head. It wasn’t his best and rattled out noisily. As it bounced back it was easy prey for Asuka, who rapidly took the rebound. Her smile widened, and she pushed forward. She once again traveled while dribbling the ball, but Touji was right behind her and blocked the shot while jumping up high.
“Goaltending!” Asuka shouted.
“Oh, you know what that is, Red?” Touji looked like he was about to blow. “You need to have your eyesight checked.”
“And you need to have your brains checked,” Asuka answered back while motioning for him to dress down.
Touji took his sneaker off and removed one sock before putting the shoe back on.
Asuka threw him the ball, a teasing smirk on her face. But instead of going closer, the jock just raised his head, saw the hoop and took a shot. The ball went in smoothly. Cursing, Asuka removed a sock as well.
Now it was Touji’s turn to throw her the ball. She immediately attacked the basket again, but Touji’s physical defense was too much and her shot was way off. He grabbed the rebound and then, after one powerful dribble, scored again.
She took another sock off, glaring at him.
The next round things got serious. Touji stole the ball from her and, with a spin, left her in the dust and scored another easy layup. And now Asuka was faced with a dilemma. The only things left for her to remove were her jersey, her shorts off or one of her shoes. Playing without sneakers would mean a quick loss because there was no way she could keep up with him on bare feet; playing without a jersey, on the other hand, would mean flashing her bare breasts to Touji and anyone else who happened by. The other option was taking her shorts off and being naked from the waist down.
That might seem like the worst option at first glance, but in reality the jersey was big and long for her and would serve almost as an improvised skirt. It would certainly do enough to cover her modesty, or at least do it better than being topless.
“What’s up, Red? Wanna stop now?” Touji wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of a hand, his voice mocking. “Calling it quits so soon?”
I can’t quit, Asuka thought. She looked towards the bushes. She couldn’t see Kensuke, but she knew he was there. Deciding to take the lesser evil, she grit her teeth and hooked her fingers under the waistband of her shorts, pushing them down.
For all the teasing Touji evidently did not expect her to go through with it. He stared speechless and openly at her as she kicked off the shorts and left them lying in a heap on the concrete. The jersey covered her crotch and her bare ass, but it stopped really high on her thighs, meaning that jumping and moving around would still be very tricky if she wasn’t careful. It could also work to her advantage.
Not waiting for the monkey to recover, Asuka ripped the ball right from his hands and ran towards the basket. The jersey flared up as she moved, showing the very underside of her slit and her hanging, drooling, well-used pussy lips and the bottom swell of her sweaty buttocks. This threw Touji completely off track. He did not even jump to block her shot. Somehow, Asuka still managed to miss an easy lay-up much to her frustration.
She managed to recover the rebound, but Touji, who seemed to have been snapped out of his trance by her near score, hurried to defend. She backed him down, dribbling, her body pressing against his. The jersey rode up, all the while making her distinctly aware of the massive draft between her legs, rushing up beneath the garment which was almost useless. Despite herself, it was not so unpleasant. The heat from her working muscles only added to the fuel of a more internal furnace. Being exposed, and this close to another sweaty body …
Touji groaned as she shoved back against him, bumping him with her thinly-covered rear end. The redhead felt his body tense up, and using his distraction, quickly spun to the left and scored off the board.
“That’s not fair!” the jock protested, his face now visibly red. “You are not even wearing panties! How can you play like this?”
“Everything’s fair, stupid.” Asuka panted. “Now shut up and take something off.”
After removing his other sock, Touji took the ball. He dribbled it, trying to get past, but Asuka was there, hands and legs open to block him. Her breasts jiggled loosely inside the jersey, bouncing almost as much as the ball in his hands. She felt tempted to raise her hem and flash her cunt at him, anything to throw him off. Sweat poured down her body like a sheet, making her wet and sticky.
Eventually, when it became clear he couldn’t get through this way, Touji stepped back for a distance jumper. Asuka jumped up, trying to block him and as a result the fabric covering her crotch hiked way up. Her pussy peeked beneath the fabric, a thin white string dangling from swollen lips as the last of Musashi’s cum leaked out.
It was another miss, but Touji was faster and easily pulled the rebound in. Asuka’s defense was in vain. Touji laid it up and scored.
Dammit, Asuka cursed.
Touji turned back to her, looking a little bit lost and confused. Asuka paused, thinking hard about what to take off next. Removing the jersey would mean that she would be standing completely nude in the park’s basketball court. And though there did not seem to be anyone around, the stupid jock would get quite a show. But if she was to take off her sneakers then she would really be in a hopeless position and she would end up not only being naked but losing completely.
Again she looked back to the bushes. She couldn’t lose.
“Red, I think maybe you should call it o--” Touji started and never finished.
“Shut up.” With an angry look, Asuka pulled her jersey over her head, fully revealing her firm, tear-drop shaped breasts and her messy pussy as well as the matted heart-shaped patch of hair sitting above it. A thin white strand dangled from her wrinkled, swollen and very flushed labia, the last of Musashi’s old cum now leaking out. Countless beads of perspiration glimmered on her skin. She was covered in sweat, and nothing else.
Even though she had done stuff like this before and was no stranger to nudity, it still felt weird and her sensitive skin tingled whenever a gust of wind caressed it. Not surprisingly, it also made her very horny. Her cunt throbbed, burning with that familiar hunger and aching to be filled.
Touji stared in shock, his jaw on the floor and eyes wide, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. His face was redder than Asuka’s.
Deciding to use this unpleasant circumstance to her own advantage, Asuka gathered up the ball and blew past the frozen jock, running naked towards the basket like a gazelle in full stride, jumping and scoring.
This time Touji did not complain. He quickly dropped his shorts and was left standing with only his boxers and sneakers on. Still, he was better off than Asuka.
“What’s the matter?” the redhead taunted, though on the inside the wanted to curl up and hide. “You’re shy?”
Touji took the ball, giving the redhead a wary glance, and started slowly backing up to the basket. Asuka tried to cover him, getting as close as she possibly could until her glistening breasts were pressing hard against his equally bare back, flesh to flesh, skin on skin. Her erect nipples scratched him, poking him insistently as he attempted to force his way through only to step away. Asuka stayed on him, using her body to both block and distract. When she noticed the bulge on his front she had an idea and sent a hand around to grab him.
Touji groaned and once again stopped backing up against her, then turned around and shot another jumper before Asuka could react.
His shot missed its target and Asuka scrambled for the rebound. Now it was her turn to force her way under the basket. She stiffened a little when her bare buttocks pressed into the front of Touji’s pelvis. She could feel how hard and warm he was even through his shorts.
“Ewww, it’s touching me!” she cried, making her voice sharp and indignant.
Touji swiftly backed up. “It’s not my fault!”
Keen to press her advantage, Asuka went at it again, pushing herself against him, her back to his front, nearly squeezing his erection between her creamy ass cheeks. Touji let out another strangled sound and backed off a little more, giving her room. Asuka made a quick spin and shot towards the basket. The ball for a moment froze on the rim before fouling out. The redhead cursed when Touji grabbed it.
The game continued. Asuka did everything she could to place her body between him and the basket, throwing her nudity in his face like it was the world’s best full-court defense. The two teens ran along each other, their grunts and the scoffing sounds of their sneaks on concrete filling the court as the growing smell of their sweat drifted on the breeze. Neither scored for a few minutes, but then, after yet another miss, Touji managed to recover the ball and lay it up into the basket.
It went in almost in slow motion, and as it did Asuka realized the game was all but over. She would be left hobbling with only one sneaker, and she knew she could never keep up with him like that. Maybe if she went barefoot … no, the sneakers were all she had to remove. Losing them meant losing the game.
She had to find another way.
Reaching up, she brushed the sweat from her brow. Her chest was heaving, bare flushed breasts rising and falling with her labored breathing. She was soaked, as was Touji. “Listen, I can’t go on without sneakers, so how about we make another deal?”
“Like what?” Touji asked still catching his breath. His eyes were on the ground, avoiding her body, but the massive tent in his boxers told Asuka that her plan might work.
“If I score the next time, I win.”
He still refused to look at her. “No, give it up already. You lost. Now put your clothes on.”
“Why?” Asuka raised her eyebrows. “Do I make your nervous?” She laughed. “Come on, haven’t you see a naked girl before?”
“I … I have!” Touji sputtered out.
“I don’t believe it. But I’m feeling generous. I can take care of that problem for you.”
“What problem?” Finally, Touji looked up at her, confused. Asuka nodded her head towards his crotch. He blushed, covering the massive hard-on that strained against his underwear with both hands. “W-well it was your fault! You started dressing down. I can’t control it!”
He’s really an even bigger idiot than Shinji, Asuka thought. She decided to be blunt. That was the only way that the simple minded idiot would understand her. “I can make it feel real good. With my hands and tongue and …” She reached down and patted her exposed pussy with a hand. “If you win.”
Touji’s eyes grew wide when he finally realized what she was suggesting. He was very easy to read. His face reflected confusion, disbelief, anger, lust. It was all mixed up. No doubt he was suddenly recalling all the nasty rumours about her that were floating around in school. And if he did not believe them before, he certainly was believing them now.
Still, he hesitated. Even though he clearly lusted for her naked body and was curious to try out sex like all boys, there were some other things holding him back. And Asuka thought she knew what. Touji regarded Shinji as his best friend and it probably seemed very unfair to just go and simply do it with her now. He knew Shinji had some feelings for her, though he obviously wasn’t aware of what happened between them.
And then there was the fact that Asuka suspected he held some sort of affection towards Hikari. He was always pretending to be such a tough guy around everyone else but whenever the class rep came into play he would always turn soft, mellow and melt like hot butter.
For the shortest of moments Asuka felt bad for her friend, because she knew that Hikari herself had feelings towards the jock. But she simply had no choice. She was trapped between a rock and a hard place. She just had to do it. She needed to push him harder.
“Listen, I am not asking for you to take responsibility or anything. Think of it as just a business proposal. You want to try it, and I’m willing to give it to you.”
“But...” Touji still hesitated. His gaze moved down, taking her in.
Asuka sent a hand between her legs and gently rubbed her swollen cunny. Then she put two fingers in and pumped them slowly. Juice oozed out. “Don’t worry, I’m not a virgin. See? I’ve done it before. Plenty of times.”
“I … I don’t … know,” Touji muttered silently but Asuka’s ears still caught that. He was staring at her pussy now, lust and disgust mixing on his face.
“Come on!” Asuka made her tone annoyed. “Stop acting like such a whimp. Act like a man. Or do you want to be a virgin for life?”
This made Touji’s face turn bright red from. Somehow all boys found it hard to admit being a virgin. As if there was some sort of shame in that. It was silly but it worked in Asuka’s favour.
“Alright, Red. You asked for it,” he said, tossing her the ball.
The redhead took it and without missing a beat sprinted towards the basket, her long hair streaming behind her, warm muscles clenching as she moved. The game and the sun had made her hot, sticky and uncomfortable but she wasn’t about to shy away. Her nudity glistened for all to see. Wind stroked bare skin, and whistled teasingly between her thighs. She was suddenly starkly aware of it, of her own exposure. Clad only in her borrowed sneaks, she must have made a shameless espectacle. It wasn’t enough to slow her down. She had to win.
She could hear Touji right behind her, but too far back. She jumped, her heart pounding in her chest like a train, reached up a slender arm and released the ball from her hands. It looked, for the briefest of seconds, that it might go in, but then she saw Touji’s hand appear from somewhere above her head and tip the ball, which clanked against the front rim and bounced back.
Asuka pivoted, turning herself around so fast she sent a spray of sweat in all directions. She found the ball bouncing just a few feet away and pounced, her naked body springing like a giant coil towards it. Touji was faster. He slapped the ball from her grasp and grabbed it once it was out of her reach. Then he turned and drove towards the basket.
Now the redhead had to defend. She tried to wrap her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his sweaty back, but Touji shouldered her off. He made a couple of crossovers, shaking Asuka’s stance and ran past her in one quick spurt. She could only stand there as he jumped up high and finished it all off with a one handed dunk.
And that was it. She had lost.
Letting go of the rim, Touji came down on both feet and turned to Asuka. He seemed more remorseful than happy. She glared at him, frozen. A sullen emptiness welled up inside her belly. Her hands hung limply by her sides, and she felt as though she could have fallen to her knees and buried her face in them.
“Um, listen, it’s allright if you don’t want to do it,” Touji murmured, stupidly staring at the ground like he hadn’t seen everything already. The idiot just didn’t get it. “I … I’m not going to ma--”
“Shut up!” Asuka barked. She knew Kensuke was watching and that now she had no choice but to carry out her end of their deal. She could refuse, of course. Then she would have to find somewhere else to go.
Gritting her teeth, she sneaked a glance at the bushes. Her hands clenched into fists and she took a step towards monkey boy. Touji said nothing, and more importantly did nothing as she approached, moving closer until they were just inches away. She could smell his sweat mixing with her own, like some lewd perfume, and see the tension and fear on his face.
He’s really a virgin, the redhead thought. She dropped down right in front of his erection and reached for the waistband of his boxers.
Touji hopped back, shocked. “W-wait, you wanna do it right here?”
Asuka wasn’t in the mood for this crap. “Stop being a coward.” She gestured to her naked body. “I’ve been running around like this for a while if you haven’t noticed. And nothing happened. I haven’t even seen anyone passing by since we started.”
“But … “
Asuka angrily inched closer, and shut him up by grasping his cock through the cloth of his boxers. Touji groaned but did not try to stop her anymore. He was still a guy after all, and having a naked girl squatting between your legs and playing with your hard-on felt pretty good. Her hand ran up and down the shaft. Her lips puckered as she leaned in and pressed them cock.
It smelled and tasted of sweat, which was expected. Asuka opened her mouth and starting nibbling at the swollen member, using her teeth to scrape the fabric and the flesh beneath. Up close, with her lips on it, he seemed even larger that she’d imagined.
A warm breeze feathered her own moist body, reminding her where she was and what she was doing. Strangely, she found the thought that someone might happen by and see her as arousing as it was humiliating. She felt a sudden rush between her legs, a wetness and heat that began to spread. Her hips began to squirm as the pleasurable feeling in Asuka’s sex grew. She sent a hand down to rub between her legs, while the other grasped the base of Touji’s cock and found that she couldn’t fully close her fingers around his circumference.
Touji moaned loudly weakly as her lips delivered another kiss and her tongue flicked across his tip. Asuka looked smugly up at him, somewhat please with herself. She may have not wanted it, but she couldn’t deny there was a perverse sort of power in bending boys to her seduction. Her hands moved to grasp his waistband. She tugged insistently, pulling the thin fabric down over his erection, drawing back the circus tent she had been kissing.
Oh, wow ...
Asuka couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her at the sight of his curving manhood springing free, and the large twin balls hanging loose in their sac below.
Touji Suzahara was a freaking giant. His penis stood massive, bobbing right before her face. The head was swollen, almost purple, a dark band running under the crown, a tiny hole in the center, slick with his juices. The shaft was covered in long protruding veins, and so thick and large that even Musashi’s cock could not compare to it.
Instinctively, her hand reached between his legs and cupped the heavy ball sack, feeling the heat, full of the semen that he intended to shoot into her--or rather that she intended to make him shoot into her. She gently squeezed and was rewarded with a moan from Touji‘s lips, his cock jerking in pleasure. Another squeeze, this time harder and his hips began to push forward, his cockhead rubbing on her nose.
Deciding not to delay the inevitable any longer, the naked girl leaned in and opened her mouth. She flicked her tongue against the boy’s leaking piss-slit, drawing out another big drop of his clear pre-cum and then lined up his massive member with her mouth. She planted a kiss on the slick head. Then she ran her tongue underneath, licking and tasting his heated maleness.
Touji’s eyes shot open and he looked down as she tentatively took his head between her teeth.
“Don’t bite, Devil,” he groaned
Asuka would have called him stupid, but she was busy letting his sensitive penis tip rub against the soft bed of the her tongue. Involuntarily, his penis jerked and she knew he liked that. She flicked her tongue, tasting the sweat on his skin. He moaned above her, a soft grunting noise that only intensified when she began to suck.
Forget about sex, she thought, almost laughing, he’s never had so much as a blowjob. What a loser.
Using both hands, she cupped Toji’s heavy balls and began to stroke along the length of the hard shaft, her red head moving forward and sliding the huge domed head to the back of her throat. Then she slipped a hand down from his balls and underneath the granite cheeks of his bottom.
She clung firmly to him as she sucked him more regularly, beginning to bob her head up and down in a way she’d become very proficient at. But even so she couldn’t fit him whole into her mouth. Touji’s thick penis was so huge that not only were her lips stretched, but the helmet shaped penis head was already hitting the back of her throat, making the redhead gag softly before she could get close to his root.
Between her parted thighs, she felt liquid flowing, like the saliva that was bathing Touji’s thick member. She saw his belly muscles tighten as she sucked harder. Even without deepthroating, she could easily make him cum, she knew, but she had different plans. Kensuke had told her what she needed to do, and he was watching.
With a loud plop she released his erection from her mouth, thick strings of spit roping down to his large, throbbing phallus. The monkey seemed confused when she sat back on the concrete court, cringing slightly as her bare ass touched the rough surface, and spread her legs wide so he could see her wide open pussy in all its glory.
“Fuck me,” she hissed, her voice a dull monotone. She looked up at him defiantly as her hand reached down and she used her finger to part her wet, labia. The used pink sleeve within was soaking. It would have been obvious to anyone who knew what they were looking at that she was not only not a virgin, but that she’d been enjoying sex for quite a long while and quite recently.
Touji towered over her, his gigantic cock jutting outwards. For a moment, she thought that he might resist again. That made her angry somehow.
“Come on, faggot!” Asuka yelled. “You know where to put it, don’t you? You can’t be that stupid.”
“I never thought you were such a slut, Sohryu,” the jock replied, though he was eyeing her like a wolf did a piece of meat.
“Says the monkey with the hard-on!” She placed two fingers inside her channel and started pumping them. “What’s the matter, don’t you like pussies? What, you like men’s butts better? Is that what you do in those locker rooms during gym class?”
Clearly questioning his sexuality had an effect. Touji’s face hardened, his brows drawing closer with intensity. “I’ll show you.”.
Then he reached down and grabbed her by the arm.
“Hey!” Asuka whined, struggling, but Touji was stronger. He turned her around roughly, and when she tried to turn back he grabbed her by the waist with one hand and pushed her down with the other. “What’s your problem, you oaf?!” she demanded, twisting onto her knees.
“I don’t want to look at your face when we do it.” Touji knelt behind her, and positioned the head of his blood-engorged cock at the throbbing entrance to her wetly trembling cunt.
Asuka lifted herself on her hands, leaving her on all fours, her small breasts dangling from her exposed chest. She barely had time to glance over her shoulder before Touji touched the pulsating head of his angry penis against her gaping pink opening.
You can still stop this, she thought stupidly. Leave the otaku and move in with Hikari. She’s your friend. She’ll take you. You don’t have to--”
"Oh, Gott!" she moaned as the hard member ground his way gently up inside her. The pain was not as bad as she had expected for being so big. Mana’s monster dildoes had prepared her well, it seemed.
Toji clamped his hands on her waist, took hold, his fingers digging into her flesh. Then, with a single impatient thrust, the jock suddenly drove himself the rest of the way up into her and hit bottom. Electricity shot through her spine, zapping her brain.
“AEEEEEE!”
Asuka's eyes bugged out as she felt herself being opened and stuffed full as never before. Touji’s sperm-filled balls dangled beneath them so close to her vagina they might have been hers. Her mouth stretched wide in a mute scream, her naked body arching as it tried to swallow the beast now advancing to her tummy from the inside.
Not surprisingly, her body’s response only increased Touji‘s pleasure. Her incredibly fit vaginal muscles rippled and clamped down on his penis, instinctively gripping him and drawing him in. He eased the pressure and slowly withdrew his cock, backing off until only the head was still splitting her drenched labia.
“P-pathetic,” Asuka spat out, though she was gasping. She looked down and saw his thick shaft, now shiny with her juices, reappear from between her legs. Her cuntlips were stretched taut and thin around it, her clitoris standing hard at attention. His girth compared to her body’s slenderness seemed enormous. “Is that the best you got?” she panted. “Shit, you should have stayed a virgin.”
“Fuck you, Red.” With energy that could only come from anger, Touji pushed his cock back into the naked redhead pinned beneath him. It went in more easily this time, though her cunny was still almost painfully split.
The thrust was almost more than she could handle, and that was saying a lot. Grunting, feeling every inch of his manhood filling her up, Asuka spread her legs as far apart as she could, desperately trying to accommodate the penetration. Her sweat-slick body stiffened and arched, and her cunt made little squishing sounds as Touji shoved and withdrew his engorged penis, squeezing her juice out around the shaft. She was leaking copiously, leaving dark wet spots on the concrete below.
“You are so, ugh, tight,” Touji groaned through clenched teeth, pushing himself further in, hitting bottom again.
Asuka let out a choked sound similar to laughter. Her? Tight? No, she was loose as hell, it was just that he had such monster of a penis. A train tunnel would have been tight for him.
He might have been a virgin and beyond stupid, but nobody needed to tell Touji Suzahara what to do with his dick. Even monkeys could figure it out, and he quickly got the idea and started gently thrusting back and forth, sawing at her fleshy sheath with his sword, pumping in and out.
The redhead’s face relaxed a little as she began to get accustomed to the feeling of penetration and grunted softly with each short thrust. It hurt, she couldn’t deny it, but it also felt so good.
I’m fucking the monkey boy, she thought, nearly dying of shame. Hikari’s monkey. I must be crazy.
“You like that, Red?” Touji panted as he fucked her. “Yeah, not so mouthy now, eh?”
She would have told him to shut up but he suddenly decided to go deep again, thrusting hard and breaking the rhythm. His bulbous head slammed against her womb entrance, flattening her soft cervix, then again, retreating and attacking. By the third stroke the pain had turned to a still muted, fulfilled sense of pleasure. Her well-lubricated passage swallowed the whole blistering cock and digested its hardness into erotic sensations that threatened to explode inside her ravaged belly. He kept thrusting, rather awkwardly as could be expected, just in and out without much direction, but he made up for his lack of experience with drive and size.
Of course, she couldn’t tell him that.
“That all you got?” Asuka hissed, her face red as tears began to gather in her eyes. “Fuck me like a man, you pussy!”
He gave back a shove. Her arms buckled, dropping her chest first into her court. Head low and ass pointed high, she felt the monster shift inside of her so each stroke was more of a downward stabbing motion. Asuka was dazed for a moment. She almost didn’t notice when he leaned over her, placing his strong hands on either side of her, and she responded by moaning.
He’s fucking me like a dog, she thought, drooling onto the concrete beneath her face. She planted her hands, but could not push herself; could not do anything.
Once more Touji thrusted, grunting like an animal in heat. The fit was tight--tighter than Asuka ever imagined would be possible for her again. Her flowing sexual moisture made it feel as though his jerking cock was slicing through hot melted butter as it slid lasciviously in and out between her splayed-open thighs. Her pussy clung to him. It didn’t want him to leave.
“Fuck harder!” That was all she could yell at him. Her mind was going blank.
“You asked for it!”
Asuka heard his ragged breathing as he tried to come to grips with his first fuck. But his body didn't have time to wait, drawing him back out, then back in again, beginning a harsh, primal rhythm that made her tits grind against the ground as she lay there, completely helpless and willing for his pleasure. The noise of his hips slamming into her lush buttocks was like the clap of thunder, loud and distinct, and meaty.
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
With the fucking intensifying and the grunts growing louder, his hands moved down and gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks apart and forcing her up to take his powerful strokes deeper inside her. She wasn’t sure how that was possible because she thought she already could feel the head of his tool bumping hard against her uterus, already beyond the useless ruberry ring of her cervix.
The combination of pleasure and pain drove her crazy. She couldn't stop any longer. She no longer cared if they were doing it in public, and if the whole school gathered to watch them fuck.
“Yeaaaahhhh,” she moaned, losing herself in the pleasure. “F-fuck! Monkey!”
A pool of her juices started to form beneath her as Touji drove into her. Asuka couldn't help but wriggle and undulate on his pounding rod. It was as though her body was separated from her mind, and was doing what it wanted to of its own accord. The spearing prick was making her mind soar, and there was a loud ringing in her ears.
Her ass cheeks clenched but couldn’t close. Her muscles flexed and she soon started thrusting herself back against him, meeting his downwards motions with her own upward ones, their bodies clashing together in a mist of noise and sweat. The sound of slapping flesh rang out in the open court for everyone to hear, as did the moans and pants and screams.
Each time he pushed in, the redhead’s chest and face scrapped painfully on the ground, small pebbles digging deeper into her round flesh of her flattened breasts, the hard, rough surface bruising her wet skin but she was beyond that now.
The liquid slapping sounds of their intercourse filled her very soul. “Fuck yeah,” she yelled through bared, snarling teeth. “That’s right, monkey boy! Stick it in! Don’t be a fag!”
He was still spreading with his hands, making her take deep, hard strokes. A more experienced boy would have grabbed her hips or waist to keep her from moving, but what did it matter now? They were close. Really close. Asuka could feel the explosion approaching, the pent-up energy rising. She could feel him throbbing, pounding her innards like a hammer.
And then it happened.
"Uuuuggghhhnn," Touji cried, trying to stifle a scream, and his orgasm burst inside Asuka's writhing cunt like an erupting geyser, spewing and filling the whole of her tremendous belly until she thought surely she would rip from the rapidly building pressure.
But the thick milky liquid gushing from his desperately jerking penis into her receptive vagina only drove her to greater and greater heights, her sweat-soaked body kicking out and quivering helplessly under him like a leaf.
The concussion of their writhing, sweaty bodies and the goo sloshing inside her womb quick set off the detonator of her own orgasmic explosion.
"I'm -c-c-cumming, oh shit, f-fuck harder, I'm cuuummmiing! Give it to me, fuck me! Ram it in!
Aaaaaeee! Oooooh!" she cried frantically, her eyes bulging wide and rolling back, as though they were straining to leap from their sockets while spit rolled from the corner of her wide open mouth, making a puddle on the ground beneath her red, stained face.
Touji held himself still and stiff, closing his eyes as the final spasms rippled through him. Finally, he drew a shuddering breath and relaxed, grinding his crotch into the naked girl under him. Drops of sweat fell from his face to splash on Asuka's back, mingling with her own sheen of perspiration.
They remained like that for a moment, not able to move, their breathing coming in short, ragged gasps. Touji groaned when her vagina contracted intuitively around his wilting cock and pushed it out into the cool air, along with a torrent of his cum. The white goo oozed from her flushed, distended loins like spoiled cream, dripping down from the gaping orifice.
“Shit, Red. I can‘t believe we did it." Touji panted. Slowly, tiredly, he lifted himself off her and shakily stood up. Then he quickly pulled up his boxers to cover his limp dick.
Asuka groaned and lifted herself upon her elbows. Her cuntlips were swollen and her pussy totally gaping, looking like the entrance to a smelly pink cave. Semen oozed slowly from her ravaged vagina. Her buttocks and lower back were burning as if they were on fire.
“Yeah, well, welcome to adulthood,” the naked redhead grumbled. “And now shut up. This was just a fuck. Don’t think anything of it.”
He looked agast. “How can you say that? We just--”
“We fucked,” Asuka growled. “That’s all. You have a dick, I have a pussy. They go together. Nothing more. Stop being such a whiny sissy.”
Finally, she dragged herself up as well, feeling like she had taken a beating--and not just on the basketball game. A thick pearly trail of semen ran down the inside of one creamy thigh almost to her knee. Her labia was an angry red as was her clitoris which, while shrunken some, still stood out dark and glistening in the waning sunlight. Both knees were scrapped and red, though by some miracle she wasn’t bleeding.
Her face glistened with sweat, framed by her red disheveled hair. She winced with each careful step, planting her narrow feet widely on the ground, her gait pained and bent. The damned jock had fucked her bowlegged.
Touji looked at her as if wanting to say something, but then just shook his head and went to look for the rest of his clothes.
Asuka slowly picked up her own discarded clothing and started dressing, feeling slow and achy. She pulled on the shorts and slipped into the jersey. The socks, which unlike the rest of the outfit were hers, she carried balled in her hands. She exited the court through the same gate she entered, after waiting for Touji to leave. They said nothing to each other, not even a parting insult. In truth, Asuka couldn’t bear to look at him right now and she was sure he shared the opinion judging by the way he kept his head low.
He hates me too, she thought, wondering why that bothered her. Just like Shinji does.
Her feet were dragging as she went over to the bushes where Kensuke was hiding. The pain in her pussy and belly was getting worse. She pressed a hand to her stomach and rubbed gingerly. The depths of her womb felt as though they had become pregnant with a brick, and more cum was slowly oozing out between her legs. Most of it remained inside of her, however, sloshing around. It made her sick.
She barely made it, exhausted and panting, but Kensuke was not in the bushes.
“Where the--”
“That was a great show,” she heard the otaku’s gleeful voice. And then felt his hand slapping against her buttocks. She turned to find him standing behind her, holding a video camera, a noticeable bulge in his pants. “Keep it up,” he said. “And don’t forget that now you will have to be completely obedient.”
Asuka groaned, not even bothering to reply. What would be the point?
She turned and started to walk away, but Kensuke placed a hand on her shoulder. “Where’d ya think you’re going?”
“Home,” Asuka murmured.
“Not so fast.” He grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. “See, watching you do all that made me really horny. I don’t think I can get home with this hardon.”
“Great,” Asuka whispered sullenly, already knowing what he was going to say before he said it. She looked down at his crotch and the sight made more miserable. But there was nothing she could do.
By the time she sun was finally dipping beneath the horizon she found herself on her knees behind those very same bushes, putting her mouth to use doing the only thing it was good at these days and silently cursing both her luck and her very existence.
To be continued.
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