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Abstinence Education	By : MadameManga Category: +. to F > Blade of the Immortal Views: 11961 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Abstinence Education

by Madame Manga
Part Sixteen

�Aw, girl�� Manji arched his back and groaned loudly. �Holy shit, I think you got the knack now�aw!� His hips jumped when she plunged his henoko all the way into her mouth and the head nudged the back of her throat. �Damn, woman, you�re killing me!�
Rin giggled with her lips embracing the base of Manji�s straining organ and tickled the delicate skin behind his sack to make him buck again. Could he still not make up his mind whether she was girl or woman?
At this moment, she felt as womanly as she had ever been. Perhaps that was a result of learning to wield the power a woman could have over a man�s body. Though she was also starting to realize why men were afraid of that power. Even Manji? His desire wasn�t under his conscious control and he had been angry with himself for letting her provoke his urges. A frustration he had turned against her no matter how he tried to suppress it.
Now he didn�t seem the least bit angry; his mood had lost all hint of his former irritation and volatility. He reveled wholeheartedly in the pleasures of her bed as if the curtain of rain had indeed shut out the rest of the world. Perhaps Manji was still ashamed of venting against women�Rin didn�t entirely believe he had meant nothing by that�and was trying to show her an opposite attitude, but that might not be the whole story.
Rin opened her eyes and peered up along Manji�s quivering stomach and chest to his face, which was perspiring and open-mouthed, heated with pleasure. Right now he moaned in ecstasy at the same act he had previously been so uneasy about enjoying. He didn�t hold himself back until he exploded; he seemed to express each feeling as it came and offer it to her without embarrassment.
Was this the difference between using her and meeting her halfway?
Rin wondered what difficulties Manji had stripped away, what self-made obstacles he had fought through to come to this simple point. To be just a man enjoying a woman�
She had to withdraw a little way to breathe. Manji moaned and shoved his tense fingers into her hair, yanking a few strands from her scalp. �Aw fuck, please� almost there!� His knees bent upwards and his toes clenched with a crackle of straw; she sensed a tremor in his thighs as they clamped her shoulders. She filled her lungs with air and worked him deep again. His fingers relaxed.
�Oh yeah�what a sweet little mouth you got. So hot.� He sounded remote and dreamy, and then his voice grated more loudly. �Damn, do it to me!� He grabbed one of her hands and placed it on his sack. Rin squeezed it with experimental gentleness and massaged the resilient kindama within the soft wrinkled skin. She kept up her steady sucking rhythm though her lips and cheek muscles were tiring. Manji pulled on her hand and forced her fingers downwards while the heel of her palm pressed into his balls. She encountered the sweaty, hair-roughened cleft of his buttocks.
Manji�s breathing accelerated. He kept urging her hand down; Rin ventured a little farther and found an indentation tightly ridged like the petals of a chrysanthemum. It clenched against her fingertip. Manji groaned in obvious gratification and raised his hips, but Rin jerked in shock and almost let his henoko slip out of her mouth. He wanted her to touch him there?
�Yeah, right there!� He grabbed her shoulder and wrenched her wrist a little pushing her hand inwards. Maybe this was something men liked? She gingerly circled the rim of his hole. �Harder!�
She tried to comply, wondering if he meant this to hurt, but Manji stiffened and clamped down with both hands, his fingertips digging into her flesh. �Gaahh!�
His first spurt of seed shot far enough down her throat that she could not spit it out, so she swallowed and choked. He freed himself from her mouth, seized his henoko and forced out the rest of his release. The transformation of Manji�s face was enough to erase all of Rin�s minor discomforts. Euphoric discovery and bitter yearning all at once, blindly grasping for a glimpse of an elusive paradise. She watched him with open lips, mesmerized. So different from his usual air of cynical self-sufficiency, like seeing a garment torn away to expose his naked instincts.
Gradually he composed his features again as his breathing slowed. Rin rested her cheek on his thigh and kissed his relaxed henoko. Strange how this one part could flare up above all the rest of him, rule head and heart and belly like a god and then fade into slumber once more. It seemed almost pathetic this way, a half-melted candle, but she knew its peaceful interval would be brief. Rekindled, it sought only to snuff out its own flame again, over and over�
Manji patted her head and made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a chuckle. �Sorry.�
�Um�� Rin would have suffered ten times the inconvenience to see him like that again. She smiled, but coughed against a sticky clot in her throat. �It�s OK.�
�Here, have a drink.� Manji rolled over and picked up the dipper. Rin rinsed out her mouth, crawled up and snuggled beside him; he took a drink himself and wiped his stomach with a paper tissue. He lay down again, gave her a forceful squeeze around the shoulders and kissed the top of her head. �Holy shit, that was great�I think you drained me down to the bottom of the keg with that one. Feels like I�ve gotten rid of a lot of�heh.� He laughed silently. �Thanks.�
�Was something bothering you, big brother?� Rin pressed her nose into the side of Manji�s sweaty chest, smelling his high aroused odor.
�Sure isn�t bothering me now. Forget it.� He felt for her jaw and lifted her face to kiss her on the mouth. �Mmm�damn, you turn me on. You want some attention?� One hand slid down to brush her groin hair.
�Again? I�m getting a little tired��
�Yeah, I guess you might be.� He gave her bobo an affectionate pat and licked her under the ear. �OK, you rest up and get your energy back.� A low, dangerous chuckle. �You�re going to need it...�
�Sensei, how much do you think we ought to practice this? You said I had the knack now...did you mean it?�
�Uh�yeah.� He pulled back to look her in the face, his expression a little disconcerted. �Wouldn�t have said it otherwise.�
�Thank you, sensei.� She smiled at him. �Then I�m not such a bad student? You seem to be enjoying teaching me today.�
�Well, uh�I thought we�d approach it a little�differently.�
�Oh? Like how?�
Manji�s mouth twitched and his gaze moved from side to side. �Like what we�ve been doing since breakfast?�
�We�ve been�pillowing?�
�Well, yeah.� He raised his brows at her as if expecting her to fill in a blank. Rin looked inquiringly at him. After waiting a few moments, he picked up a thick lock of her hair and absently stroked it with his thumb. �Little sister�uh�I guess you still want me to be your teacher.�
�What else would you call it? You�ve shown me how everything works and answered my questions.�
His cheeks flushed slightly and he looked away for a moment. �Sure I did�you wanted to know. But I couldn�t do it cold, see?�
�Cold?�
Manji abruptly sat up. �I�m getting hungry. Guess I�ll go start a fire.� He retrieved his half-dry clothes from where they hung on the wall and wound his fundoshi between his legs.
�Manji?� Rin also sat up and drew her furisode around her body. Her loose hair fell forward into the collar as she untangled her obi from the straw. �Just a moment�I�ll get dressed too.�
�Dressed?� He slid his gaze over her, grinned and shook his head. �Naw, no way. Stay right there and take it easy.� Manji shoved his toes in his sandals, grabbed a rain hat and ducked through the door; his footsteps splashed in the puddles as he headed around to the covered porch.
She wondered again, watching the blanket sway back into place. The grill rattled outside and a few sticks broke with sharp pops. Rin pulled up the quilt to preserve the lingering warmth of their two bodies until Manji should come back. A crack of flint and steel sounded several times from the back of the hut, accompanied by random humming like a half-forgotten tune.
Something had certainly changed, and obviously for the better from Manji�s point of view. After days of anxiety and unhappiness Rin was all too ready to welcome a relief, especially when gratifying attentions from her sensei accompanied his improved mood. Perhaps it was best not to inquire too closely if it would only make him uneasy again. On her wrist and shoulder the marks of his fingers began to throb. She dampened a cloth and laid it on the sore spots.
Parting her robe, Rin inspected a scatter of small round bruises on her thighs and one long scratch from an uneven fingernail. Manji always apologized for the damage he did and she always forgave him immediately. But knowing that his passion could injure her no longer held him back. In the slight chill of his absence she realized that his abandonment of what had been a powerful restraint probably meant, given time, that all of his reservations would burn away. The dampest kindling could not withstand a flame repeatedly applied.
Rin wrapped herself in the quilt and listened to the hiss and snap of Manji�s fire outside; his unmusical voice underlined the sounds of the mounting blaze with the bawdy lyrics of a tavern love song she didn�t know.

Continued�
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