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Fruity Flavours: A Collection of Short Lemons	By : HondoOokami Category: +S to Z > Tsubasa Views: 5223 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Fruity Flavours
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Room for Three

Setting: Cat's Eye Café, a week after the previous harem

Characters: Sakura x Syaoran x Ryûô

Summary: Syaoran and Sakura are now having regular intercourse following Fai's meddling with the cake. Given that their relationship blossomed to this level at a spontaneous orgy, they're more than happy to welcome others into their bed for a night of fun.

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Patience was a virtue neither Syaoran nor Ryûô cared for at present, which was why they didn't even wait until they entered the bedroom before they got started. Together, just before she had the chance to open it, they spun Sakura around to face them and forced her against the door, passionately dotting kisses over and around her forehead, rosy cheeks, trembling lips and slender neck in alternation. Neither one, not even Sakura, really cared much about anyone passing them by down the narrow, faintly lit hallway, and acted out every rising impulse without the slightest hesitation.

Sakura squirmed and shuddered as Syaoran gently gnawed on her neck, bumped his knee between her wobbly thighs beneath her long pleated skirt, and massaged her scalp with his fingers. Although at times he liked to play things rough, he always made sure it wasn't too rough, thus he had his hand behind her head to cushion the impact after the spin and crush against the oak door. Ryûô, though, really was a rambunctious boy who loved to play things rough full stop, and his fire certainly raged on the hunting grounds as well as in the bedroom.

His kisses were delightfully wet and firm and he really knew how to wield his tongue to great effect, much like he knew how to wield his sword. That'd be both the oversized steel blade he carried on the Oni hunts, and the organic weapon he used to take on one of if not the world's most gorgeous princess/waitress. Ryûô easily overpowered Sakura's tongue in their heated French kiss, pinning it down, to the side and up to the root of her mouth, and he still would have done so if he hadn't clasped and squeezed her right breast through her pink, floral waitressing haori, which could've counted towards cheating.

Lips ripping apart with a shuddery gasp and a copious outflow of mixed spit, Sakura's head fell back as Ryûô playfully chewed on her jaw line and Syaoran, moments after nuzzling it with his nose, 'lipped' her earlobe. Up until now, when her hands hooked around and held on to the backs of their heads, Sakura's hands had hung limply at her sides. Her ever-dampening thighs had gradually regained their former strength and clamped Syaoran's knee between them, and aided her slow-going hips in a gentle rock to rub her burning-hot crotch against his leg.

Grinning broadly as he yanked her haori partly open and snaked his hand inside to give her soft right mound, encased within the cup of an erotic scarlet-laced bra, another meaningful squeeze, Ryûô passed a comment about Sakura being a dirty girl who needed it real bad. That was an end-all remark and couldn't have been challenged, because he was exactly right on both counts. Sakura was, now, a dirty girl, and she did seriously need it real bad. A huge part of her screamed she needed both of them to slake her current urges, whereas a small part she felt so ashamed of couldn't care less which one gave it to her.

In the short week since they'd first started doing this, Sakura had experienced many different forms of sex, mostly with Syaoran, but with the others, too. Ryûô, Fai, Kurogane, Yuzuriha, Sôma... each person, boy and girl, had their own kinks and their own style, were better at some things more than others, and often left her craving for more, which worked in both good and bad ways. Syaoran, for example, was as gentle as a lamb in his, or rather their bed, taking and making everything slow and sensual, until you placed an object within reach that could be implemented in any way, like a bottle of honey for instance, and then he became somewhat of a fiery maniac, one who could drag out something so simple as lapping said honey off her perky chest or bald, puffy folds for hours. Ryûô, in comparison, and this had been mentioned before, was a fire demon, one from the get go, not fazed or afraid to try new and exciting things impromptu, but while the time spent is fast-paced and highly memorable, he tired himself out too quick. Unless someone like Syaoran was present to regulate a pace, such as now, she wouldn't get the chance to properly savour it all, and wind up yearning for more until satisfied.

Oh boy, will she be satisfied tonight, once she has had these two together. They worked as a great team, much in the same way when they united to fight the Oni, with tactics, pin-sharp precision, and heart.

Speaking of heart, the tips of Syaoran's index and middle fingers swirled around in a small circle where hers was beating like a war drum. Within the shallow cleavage between her rounded B-cup breasts, his fingertips smeared the hefty saliva track spilling down from her lips, chin and throat ever so smoothly, in synchronisation with the tongue he widely circulated inside her hot mouth. After a short while, his hand then dropped, touched her belly and gentle pinned her a little firmer against the door as he, much to her dismay, started to withdraw his knee between her legs. Oh, she did try to put up a fight by squeezing her thighs tighter together and crossing her lower legs and ankles around his, and he'd smirked against her mouth as he used his strong leg to lift her up by a few inches, scraping against the wooden door, but in the end, he'd won the right to do what he didn't exactly want to do and pulled out.

She understood why soon enough, and it was everything to do with the other great lover who'd previously spent the time opening her haori and quite literally slobbered over her right breast while it was still in its bra cup. Ryûô was on his knees, hands gripping the hem of her long pleated skirt, and once Syaoran had taken his knee back, he'd raised and held it all the way up to her waist. My goodness, did he have such a gormless jaw-drop look on his face.

And Ryûô had a damn fine reason for it. Sakura's scarlet panties were at least two sizes too small for her, hugged her assets tighter than latex to really exaggerate the chubby puffiness of her bald folds, and were almost entirely drenched by her dripping excitement. The addition of thigh-high socks, darkened at the hems and beyond from soaking up the abundant trails running down the inside of her thighs, were a massive bonus for the eyes to feast upon. A bubbly growl started at the base of his throat as he raised a finger and prodded it into the tight cleft between the podgy lips, squelching as he pushed against the sodden material and sunk half his finger inside, and twisted it like he was trying to get a key working in a lock.

Smirking, Ryûô passed the held skirt into Sakura's trembling hand to free his up. The thumb of his left hand, currently tormenting her burning loins with a finger, hooked and peeled aside some wet fabric and exposed a fat, juicy majus for him to slowly drag his tongue upward, again and again, sucked and 'lipped', all like it was a freshly-prepared sticky toffee pudding he planned on eating without utensils. His other hand slid around to her buttocks, gleefully discovered her panties were in fact a thong, and gave her cheeks a ripe squeeze with his fingers.

Thank Heavens Syaoran had dropped his hand from behind her head and wrapped his arm around her waist, because if he hadn't, Sakura would've collapsed onto the floor when her knees awkwardly buckled inwards and knocked together. Having Ryûô torment her lower region with his fingers, thumbs, lips and tongue mixed in with Syaoran's other hand tenderly squeezing, kneading and rotating her breast whilst he wetly sucked on her gargling throat like a toothless vampire and squashed her against the door was an intense experience. She mewed cutely as Syaoran dragged his mouth, his lips and his tongue lower, licked into her jugular notch were plentiful amount of mixed saliva had pooled, and nibbled his way down to the top of her left breast, which was already under assault from his fingers and moist palm over the cup of her lacy bra.

There wasn't any need for her to explain to him where she got it. He knew already that she, Sôma and Yuzuriha had been shopping in Ôto's red-light district for some sexy clothes and underwear, which they all wore when everyone got together for the non-consecutive days when they had a small orgy. While the clothes were fairly expensive, all the boys approved of the luxury investment.

Using his teeth, Syaoran managed to unhook the fastening at the front with relative ease. Well, he'd had plenty of practice on her and Sôma, not so much Yuzuriha as the cheery Lolita-girl didn't think her flat chest needed one, to nail it to a fine art. An electrifying jolt run down and then back up her spine as his clammy palm clasped her breast full-on without the fabric cup being in the way and Ryûô's thumb had fully peeled aside her soaked panties. Sakura choked out a sorrowful cry when Syaoran and Ryûô, timed together as if planned, fully applied their hot mouths to her breast and loins, and sucked her with all their combined might.

"Hyaaaahn!"

Tears poured from Sakura's eyes, and she squirmed helplessly as Syaoran kept her pinned up while he suckled, nipped and tugged on her perky nipple and Ryûô vigorously speared her tight slit with his long-reaching tongue.

"I-I... kyahaaaahh!"

Sakura wailed and blabbed. She'd cum almost within an instant, hugged Syaoran's head to her chest like a life preserve, and her delicious bodily fluids poured down Ryûô's gulping throat. They wouldn't let up on their efforts, however. These boys were still hungry for more.

Through her fogged vision, she noticed someone in black- Kurogane- nonchalantly strolling down the corridor. When he stopped and cocked an eyebrow at the display, whereas Syaoran and Ryûô were far too engulfed in their activities to pay the Master Ninja any heed, Sakura whimpered pathetically.

"Ku-Kurogane-san," Sakura gargled. "Wou-would you... care...?"

Before she could finish asking him if he'd like to join in, he simply raised a hand as if to say 'I'm all good, thanks.' Sakura took no offence, of course. As regularly as she'd been sleeping with Syaoran, Kurogane had been spending his nights with Sôma... and Fai, come to that, and he was probably on his way to see her... and Fai, right now. However, him standing there staring was getting a bit embarrassing.

"Hey, kid," Kurogane said finally, tapping Syaoran on the head. "Take it inside, will you? You're blocking access down the corridor."

Syaoran couldn't respond to that, as Kurogane had gone ahead and twisted the doorknob. Due to the weight against the door, all three fell into the room, into a pile, with Sakura on the bottom. The Master Ninja shook his head, and looked at Syaoran.

"Make sure you remind me to get you to work on your ukemi, kid. That fall was disgraceful," Kurogane then looked at Ryûô, and used the same teacher-authority tone. "And you, too. I'll be sure to mention it to Sôma," Lastly, he looked to Sakura. She was sitting upright, rubbing her butt. "I'm sorry about that, I was obviously expecting too much from my student. I'll be sure to punish him a little for you on our next training session tomorrow."

He'd shut the door over and left before Sakura could tell him it wouldn't be necessary... however, Syaoran told her that he completely agreed with Kurogane.

"...Syaoran," Calling him by first name without a suffix, as she had taken to doing since their first time, she tilted her head with a curious widening of her jade eyes. "You... want to be punished?"

"It's what I deserve," He replied, scanning Sakura for any bumps or bruises, and knowing it would all be his fault if there were any. "I should've been able to land us both without any harm."

"Oh, I'll take it I'm not included, then?" Ryûô groaned, rubbing his chin and sore elbows.

Ignoring Ryûô, who wandered back and forth to turn on the main light, Sakura drew her legs up to her chest and turned her head, nose to nose with Syaoran.

"Rather than Kurogane-san..." Sakura whispered, her eyelids drooping, and cupped his cheek. "How about... I punish you, instead?"

Stunned for a moment, Syaoran eventually, and gravely, nodded. Sakura closed her eyes, kissed his forehead tenderly, and placed a staying hand on his shoulder.

"Then... for tonight, Syaoran...kun," She added the suffix unsurely, as if wondering that was already harsh enough a punishment. She certainly felt so when she noticed how his eye twitched, but carried on regardless. "...You're not allowed to cum inside of me."

Sakura turned away from him, leaving him staring solemnly at her back as she cupped Ryûô's cheeks.

"...Ryûô," It took some build up, but Sakura managed to call him by name without using a suffix. Yes, it did feel like she was already punishing Syaoran enough... far too much, she thought, but there was still more to be done. "You... can cum inside me as much as you want."

His agreement was muffled by Sakura's hot lips crushing against his, kissing him deeply with the addition of her tongue. Ryûô, knowing the score, grabbed her fabulous arse and hoisted her up, where she wrapped her arms and legs around his neck and waist, and even started to 'giddy up' in his hold. As he carried her over to the bed, dropping and bouncing with the springy mattress, she could feel Syaoran's eyes still forlornly upon her as he followed. She wasn't entirely happy with the punishment either, because she loved the sensation of his hot load bubbling inside of her when he ejaculated, but then, more so than the guilt, she felt a certain amount of excitement at this new idea to have someone who wasn't Syaoran release into her repeatedly. Ryûô had her pinned down, kissed her fervently and dryly humped her between the legs with powerful strokes of his hips.

Sakura opened one eye a crack, tried to see what Syaoran was doing. He was up on the bed, kneeling right by her head, and had his rock-hard phallus in his hand, jerking it furiously. If he wanted to stick it into her mouth and make her suck on it, then fine... but she wouldn't swallow the white stuff, as was the punishment. She closed her eye again and tightened her hold on Ryûô.

"Mwaahh," Sakura moaned deliciously as Ryûô's lips ripped from hers, and their twirling tongues shared a thick, translucent string of mixed saliva. "Ryûô..."

Certain to moan his name without the suffix again, all whilst glancing upward at Syaoran, she exaggerated a slurp as she sucked down his spit. Ryûô looked a bit unnerved, understandably, but he seemed to read from her that this was in order to 'punish' the other Oni hunter. With a sultry smile, or at least three practices until she managed a convincing one, Sakura brought her lips to his ear.

"I want you inside of me..." There, she didn't whisper. She said it loud and clear, so that everyone could hear it... especially Syaoran who, with those big eyes of his, was starting to live up to the name Fai had given him; Little Puppy. "And I want you to flood my pussy with all your cum..."

Nodding, Ryûô slowly slinked his way down her body and hung around to wetly smooch and lick her neck, shoulders and both small, perky breasts as Sakura opened her mouth wide again with another gorgeous moan. She didn't have to wait for Syaoran to take the hint she'd take care of his hard on, and he dabbed her moist lips with the gooey, precum-dripping head. Her tongue reached out to circle and 'lasso' the bulbous dome into her mouth, with great success, and she 'mmm'd' delightfully as a result. Her back arched with Ryûô's rampant assault on her chest, and fell once he'd pulled back to take things a step further.

Ryûô untied the fastenings to her long pleated skirt and, as Sakura turned over onto her front with Syaoran's dick still in her mouth making a lump in her cheek, he pulled it off, bundled it up and discarded it down the other end of the bed. Crouching and shrinking in a tiny ball with her knees raising her rear a few inches off the mattress, Sakura trembled and cutely whined as Ryûô peeled her skin-tight thong down her thighs, and he grinned predatorily at the sight of her heavily dripping folds.

"I got it right," He growled. "You really are a dirty girl, Sakura."

Through her moist, glassy eyes, with half his length in her mouth, Sakura looked up to Syaoran, who was holding his breath, and then pulled back to the head to glance back at Ryûô. She wouldn't want to admit it, but he was right; this situation, barring Syaoran from cumming inside while another could like she was a personal cum dump really turned her on.

"Ryûô," She mumbled tearfully with spit dribbling from her lips, gripped her soft buttocks and spread them to show to the boy behind her. "Pl-please... please punish Syaoran-kun for me, by... overflowing my pussy with your cum, and... making me cum... wi-with your d-dick."

Of course, she had cum with him before, and Ryûô had cum in her a few times before, but again, under the circumstance, she felt so very... dirty. She also felt dirty for using the words 'pussy' and 'dick', which weren't terms she used a lot.

"Sure I will," Ryûô, getting into this 'punishment' vibe, grinned widely as he unzipped his trousers and levered out his mighty erection. Teasingly, he prodded Sakura's chubby lips with the tip, not penetrating at all until the fifth time he did it, and then plunged all eight inches deep into her ultra-tight body with one loud, wet 'slosh'.

"Hyaahhh!" Sakura threw her head back and cried with quaking shoulders. Her warm, copiously slick inner walls enclosed around his thickness like a fist firmly gripping the handle of a sword, and forced a fierce growl out of Ryûô. Syaoran was still wearing a shirt, and Sakura gripped the hem with fabric-ripping tight fingers for something to hang on to. Syaoran's phallus, slimy and trembling like a live animal, rubbed up against the right side of her face until he'd placed both hands on her head and inserted back into her mouth himself.

"Mhnn!" She whined and squeezed her eyes shut. Neither he nor Ryûô stayed still for long. Syaoran followed right after Ryûô, who clawed his fingers into the softness of her tight arse, and thrust his hips like a mad, possessed bastard.

Sakura squealed like a piglet as Ryûô savagely had his way with her and Syaoran's hips bucked into her face to drive his thick organ down her throat. Hot juices trickled down her inner thighs, splashed on the bed sheets, and made such lewd noises as he pumped his length deep inside her. She could hear all the squelches and, along with the feel of them, she could hear the slap each time his hulky balls whipped her burning flesh, similar to how Syaoran's whipped her chin.

"Nyghnn!" Sakura's eyes opened wide in panic, and tears streamed down her cheeks as Ryûô, callously, spread her butt cheeks further apart and, after he'd dropped a dollop of spit into the cleft, drilled his thumb into her tight rear hole.

"Heh," He chuckled, slightly short on breath. "Sakura, your butthole's twitching around my thumb, and... oh, you've gotten tighter at the front, too!"

"Ah-ah! N-n-n," Sakura mumbled, moaned and squawked in a watery voice. Syaoran and Ryûô's alternate thrusts were intense. The way the two different yet equally powerful lengths throbbed inside led her to believe they were none too far from their peaks. Secretly, she hoped Syaoran would 'forget' to pull out and shoot off down her gullet, but she knew his punishment had to be fulfilled. Still, she did have a liking to taking a load in the face, so long as she remembered this time not to scoop it into her mouth.

"You're such a dirty girl," Ryûô groaned, and then started to chant, "Dirty girl! Dirty girl! Sakura's such a dirty girl!"

Curling up into a tighter ball from the embarrassment wasn't going to put an end to the taunting. In fact, her curling up gave Ryûô an idea.

"How 'bout we let Syaoran see how much of a dirty girl you are when you've got another guy dumping a load off inside you, Sakura? Do you think he'll like that?" And then, he added, to her, "We know you will."

Whimpering and wriggling, Sakura tried to stop Ryûô from lifting her up, but it was to no avail. Sakura's lips ripped off Syaoran's twitching member as Ryûô scooped his arms underneath her knees, interlocked his fingers just under her bust line, and raised her up while on his knees into the air for the whole world to see.

And Syaoran, now standing up on the bed, could see absolutely everything in his front row seat; Sakura's penetrated folds, with the mixed fluids upon her skin and trickling down Ryûô's shaft glistening under the white light, the similarly-shiny nipples of her small, jiggling breasts coated in Ryûô's saliva, and her face, her fiercely blushing, sweat-drenched face, twisted in both shame and euphoria. As their eyes met, Sakura threw her arms back over her head to hold on to Ryûô's, opened her mouth and, sending flecks of spit flying, cried out that she was going to cum. To reiterate, she cried out that she was going to cum with a dick that wasn't Syaoran-kun's, and it was going to spew all its sticky white goo into her womb.

Syaoran, too, was going to cum. He furiously beat himself off, and her saliva made up the lubrication for a smoother fap.

Finishing up with a flurry of quicker thrusts whilst holding her suspended in the air, Ryûô finally popped and spurted a heavy load into her womb, filling it to the brim as her walls shrunk around his pulsating shaft. Simultaneously, Sakura's honey juices squirted onto the sheets and at Syaoran's feet as his throbbing member let loose and shot off a messy load onto her heaving chest, and flowed down her body to join the trails of Ryûô's seed as it gushed out from his and Sakura's joining, dripped down her perineum, her reddened buttocks, and fat dollops fell onto the bed sheets by Ryûô's knees.

Panting heavily, Sakura was lowered to the bed. With a nasty squelch, Ryûô removed himself from her ravaged slit, flopped backwards, and ran the back of his hand across his forehead. Man, he thought to himself, that was a blast. He was far from satisfied, though. Looking at Sakura's amazing arse as she laid on her front, trembling like a leaf... he wanted to do it again. And again. And again.

Pushing herself up with wobbly, unstable arms onto all fours, Sakura crawled over to the slouched Syaoran and collapsed against his chest. His arms enclosed around her for a warm hug, and she snuggled up in the embrace with the want to call it a night and fall asleep right then. However, the evidence he wasn't quite finished was in the still-hard phallus pressed to her slender belly, and Ryûô's, which he held like a really eager kid wanting to show something amazing off to his friends.

"How 'bout," Ryûô grinned, reached down to Sakura's butt, and gave her cheeks a pat. "We try some anal, next?"

Sakura sighed and turned her face into Syaoran's chest.

"Hweuh... oh... okay..."

In Sakura's own language, that meant 'give me a minute'. In Ryûô's own peculiar guidebook, he translated it as 'Yeah, let's go at it like a pair of woodchucks right now, baby!', thus he wrapped his arms around Sakura's slim waist and dragged her backwards onto his lap. She didn't resist much, other than a meagre and whiny 'clawing' at Syaoran's shirt to try and hang on, which was why she was a few seconds away from having a plunger right up the drainpipe rather than a moment's rest basking in a warm hug. Syaoran didn't help either... well, he did, however it wasn't the help she had expected.

Syaoran had shuffled forward to scoop his arms underneath Sakura's knees and placed his hands on her back, drawing her close to his chest, only so as he could hoist her up to help Ryûô with his alignment. Ryûô sat upright behind her, hands cupping her arse while the fingers kneaded and the thumbs spread the cheeks. She started to tremble the second she felt the domed head poke the tight hole, and buried her face into Syaoran's neck as it gradually prised her rectal tunnel wider.

"Ah, I love this part," Ryûô growled, and signalled to Syaoran to lower away. "First entry...!"

In a matter of seconds, Sakura had half of Ryûô's thick rod tunnelling its way up her criminally tight arse. She'd have had the whole lot if she hadn't asked Syaoran to stop while she tried to relax a little. The journey to the centre of her body continued when she felt comfortable, and soon enough, it made it all the way and she had Ryûô's big fat head sitting happily up by her stomach, while the shaft was being throttled like a chicken neck. Syaoran let her go and her limbs fell limply by her sides like she was a puppet with cut strings, and her head fell back to Ryûô's shoulder.

"Your butt... is the best, Sakura!"

Wincing as his phallus flexed inside her, Sakura moaned breathlessly after Ryûô licked upward her neck, cheek and underneath her eye before cupping his right hand under her chin and turning her mouth towards his. His tongue shovelled in a hefty supply of spit for her to neck down, and she was happy to receive it. Meanwhile, from the corner of her misty eye, Syaoran seemed to be considering whether or not he should join in now, or give them some time before he interrupted. Sakura wouldn't have him waiting, so as she snogged messily with Ryûô, her hands slid down her flat stomach, paused briefly over her fat, bald mons, and then spread apart her chubby, oily folds to alluringly show off her marvellous pink innards.

Perhaps it was to allow her time to savour the movement, Ryûô's lips broke away with a gasp and, naturally, a gloopy wet drool-string. Sakura watched, adoringly fascinated, as her shaggy-haired lover shuffled in and came nose-to-nose with her just as he rubbed the underside of his veiny shaft against the cleft of her puffy loins and hooked his forearms underneath her knees, up in front of her shoulders. Ryûô took over to hold her knees in place, and Syaoran used the opportunity to carefully align himself with her slit... purely to tease her by prodding the dripping cleft between those chubby majora, penetrating by half an inch and then pulling back out, again and again and again, almost to a point where she'd mentally snap and scream at him if he didn't hurry up and stick it in fully, then he could get lost and leave Ryûô to have his way with her clenching arsehole for the night instead.

Maybe he read that thought from her twisted expression, as he didn't withdraw the next time he penetrated half an inch. He remained motionless for a few heartbeats, like he was contemplating his next move. Then, he slid his hands under her butt and kissed her softly on the lips, with the addition of a deep, eye-widening, throat-warbling plunge into her tight body.

Completely stuffed and stretched by their throbbing pieces, both of which were locked in to their hilts, Sakura hugged and squeezed Syaoran's neck as they got up onto their knees, and compressed her between their solid, battle-scarred chests in the air. Panting in Syaoran's ear, her toes flexed and curled with each little twitch and pulse from their variably shaped and thick organs.

Syaoran took the lead, and it became apparent to her through the strength of his harsh, snaking pelvic slams that he was in the mood for some hard love. He stifled a loud, gasping 'huehh' coming from her gaping mouth by jamming his tongue down her gargling throat, and clawed his fingers into her soft butt-cheeks as roughly as Ryûô had before. Behind her, said Oni-hunter kept to the pace Syaoran had set and thrust into her tight arse with matching force each time his fellow porker pulled out, and occupied his slobbering mouth with her throbbing jugular vein until Syaoran saw fit to share the kisses. He ripped his lips from hers with a hefty sigh, spilled a miniature waterfall of spit over her nose and cheek off his tongue, and took up Ryûô's throat-sucking job on the opposite side.

Her head fell back onto Ryûô's shoulder with a pleasurable howl and she did choke a little from the saliva flooding down her throat, but Ryûô didn't seem all that concerned as he quickly took over from Syaoran and fiercely kissed her French style. The pace at which they alternately ploughed her tightly-clenching innards had changed, slowed down a tad, but there was a good reason for it. She found it out after a few more kiss-switches between the two, and the skin of her neck, shoulders and collarbones were soaked from sweat, smothered and spilled saliva.

Tumbling backwards, Syaoran brought them all down so he was underneath, Ryûô was on top and Sakura was firmly made to be the delicious sandwich filling. That was all for a short period as Ryûô discovered he could dish out a much better whacking with his hips if he were to pull upright onto his knees, and left Syaoran to continue humping upwards with some oomph-assistance from the springy mattress. Sakura felt that their slams were much harder now, and the frictions were setting both her small tunnels on fire.

'Ah, yeah,' Ryûô's eyes burned lustfully. He was certainly enjoying himself, what with watching Sakura's supple buttocks ripple with each slapping thrust into her mind-meltingly tight arsehole and listening to her warble and whine as he and Syaoran went to town on her like a couple of brutes.

To make this a little more fun, Ryûô slid his hands down her upper arms, forearms, and seized her wrists to pull her arms back, like they were reins to a sleigh he was riding. This raised her chest up off and parallel to Syaoran's, and her head was also up to rebound her cries off the far wall and about the whole room. Syaoran himself had cupped his hands on her small, jiggling breasts and pushed up to provide her some extra support, in case there was a slim chance Ryûô might accidentally cause her shoulders some injury.

Grunting, Ryûô smirked as Sakura's anus coiled tightly around his shaft, telling him along with her squeaky, high-pitched moans that she loved all this. Like he'd said before, Sakura's butt was the best; he'd sampled both Yuzuriha's and Sôma's, and while they were both teeth-chatteringly awesome, there was something about this girl's rectal passage that made him cum so damn hard. In fact, he liked Sakura's arse more than he did her slit, and considering how eye-wateringly fantastic it was, that's really saying something.

On a side note to saying something, he wondered if he should ever tell Syaoran that he and Sakura had been having anal sex quite regularly this past week. Regular being every lunch time when she had her one-hour break from waitressing at the café, out the back in the storeroom. He was sure Syaoran wouldn't be upset or anything, because he knew about Yuzuriha filling in for Sakura when she worked late shifts, but whether it was worth mentioning or not was all he was concerned about.

It wasn't a major issue, so maybe not.

"Hahh... huahhh..."

The double assault in which they churned her insides so ruthlessly continued on for what felt like hours. Sakura's head flopped forward and hung just over Syaoran's, where she could see his varied expressions through her watery, half-closed eyes, and she panted and heaved as she came again and again, clamping and shrinking around their enviably energetic rods which ceased to let her rest and burned her sensitive vaginal and rectal walls. By the time she felt it was reaching point where her brain would melt, their shafts grew and pulsed more powerfully inside of her, giving her an indication as to when they might finally explode and fill her to the brim with all their hot, sticky fluids.

However, she soon remembered that particular punishment she'd set for Syaoran, and exhaled a shaky, disappointed whine. He was going to have to pull out at some point, and by some point, it had to be pretty darn soon. That much he seemed to be aware of, too, and that really irked her. Like earlier, she'd secretly hoped he'd forget, and would douse the fire in the pit of her belly with his thick seed.

In a perfectly executed move that could have possibly been choreographed, Sakura was carried between the two as they rolled over onto the space to their right, which put Ryûô underneath on his back and Syaoran on top. They hadn't even altered their hastened pace to do so, which was the most impressive thing. He copied Ryûô's previous stance and upped himself on his knees to give a harsher pummelling, but to Sakura's dismay, he was also out of reach for hugs and snogs. Thankfully, Ryûô was there to offer her some consolation. He wrapped his arms around her chest and gave her messy, tongue-tangling, heavy-panting kiss over her shoulder.

Pushing her knees closer to the sides of her head, but giving enough space to not whack Ryûô on the nose and interrupt their kiss, she could really tell Syaoran was edging closer and closer to his orgasm. Ryûô, too, wasn't all that far off, and further increased the stroke of his hips by digging his heels into the mattress and channelling the rooted strength all the way up.

"H-here," Syaoran growled, angled his hips, and started to slow his thrusts in order to pull himself out. "Here... it..."

"Wah-wai...!"

Suddenly not wanting him to withdraw as the desire to have both these strapping young men flood her body with their thick, stomach-tingling goo overwhelmed her, Sakura had broken away from Ryûô's lips with a startled, almost airless gasp, and tried to lunge forward and reach her arms around his waist to hold him in place. She failed, mostly because Ryûô still had his arms crossed over her chest, and because Syaoran had already pulled his raging member out from her shrinking slit.

What he did next surprised her somewhat. She'd expected him to ejaculate all over her body, to spew it all upon her flushed, sweaty face and heaving chest, damning the fact Ryûô would probably take quite a hosing, too. Instead, he'd let her left leg unfold from the forcibly held position up by the side of her head and turned his free hand on the hem of her thigh-high sock, dug his fingers underneath the material, and stretched it back to slide his entire hot, fiercely pulsating tool inside. The elasticised hem snapped back into place when he let go, tightly moulded his cylindrical organ to the underside of her supple thigh, and he tightly embraced her leg and knee to his chest.

That wasn't all. Sakura was in for a secondary surprise as Ryûô had somehow sensed what Syaoran was going to do before he'd started, and had almost exactly copied his intriguingly bizarre choice as to where he'd like to unload his seed, albeit on the opposite leg. Before her left leg had fully unfolded, he'd caught her under the knee and, with a single forceful buck and an assisting hand on her buttock, removed his length with a back-arcing tug. He'd slid down a bit during the movement, too, in order to bring his soon-to-burst member within reach of the sock's hem, and like Syaoran, stretched it back and slid it inside. He only managed a quarter in from his position, but that was good enough for him, it appeared.

Slightly out of time, she felt two separate loads of thick, gooey gunge spew upward the underside of her thighs within the confines of her kneesocks, followed by the ticklish downward trails leading to her butt as gravity kicked in. Neither withdrew until they were sure they'd wrung out each and every last drop, and left both her legs with hot, squidgy goo making patches in the socks and squelching against her skin.

"Hoeeee..." Sakura whined as she lay limp on top of Ryûô, with his still-vivacious erection sticking up between her thighs. "Wh-why did you both...inside my...?"

"Well, why not?" Ryûô breathily chuckled in her ear. "Your kneesocks are simply fantastic. How could you expect us to resist doing that?"

The original instigator, Syaoran, who sat back to take a breather, nodded his agreement. Truth be told, it was a habit he'd picked up when he was the Lolita-girl Yuzuriha, who always wore black kneesocks, and who loved it whenever he dumped his batter bombs within them. And seeing as Sakura had banned him from releasing into her tonight, he might as well do it to her too.

She didn't really mind, overall, but she was a little disappointed no one, not even the barred one, had cum inside her when she really wanted it. Not to worry, because they still had the whole night, and they were both clearly far from satisfied.

"Hey, Syaoran," Ryûô turned Sakura around in his arms, and pulled her back down so her small breasts squashed against his hard chest. "Ready for the next round?"

"As I'll ever be," He nodded, and pushed himself up onto his knees. "And you, Sakura?"

There wasn't any real reason for him to ask, because if she'd have said 'not quite, could you please give me a minute?' he and Ryûô would've still gone ahead with it anyhow. This time around, Ryûô was going to take her by the front, and Syaoran had her arse.

"...Yes, I'm ready," She smiled, just seconds before they both plugged her up again, and ruthlessly had their way with her for the entire night.

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I've got a few ideas for future chapters, including a short scene for both the Sakura x Ryûô anal mentioned in this chapter and the Syaoran x Yuzuriha. Here they are, in no particular order:

(Ôto Country) Syaoran x Yuzuriha; Sakura's still on her waitressing shift at the cafe, so Syaoran has a shower while he waits for her. Yuzuriha keeps him company until Sakura arrives. (Features sex in a shower, lots of soapy suds n' squeaky-shiny skin)

(Ôto Country) Sakura x Ryûô; Sakura's on her lunch break. Ryûô stops by for a visit, and things get frisky.

C!Syaoran x Sakura x R!Syaoran; Rather than Cloney losing his marbles and taking off, he sticks around as normal and the rest of the gang are surprised to find another Syaoran has joined them. Well, Sakura's not surprised as such, but she is utterly ecstatic; she now has two Syaoran's to 'play' with! (Features group sex and an alternate storyline to the canon)

(Jade Country) Sakura x Kyle; Sakura has been captured by Kyle in Emerald's castle, and he has his way with the chained princess. Oddly enough, Sakura doesn't seem to resist much... (Features bondage and weird adult toys)

(Piffle Country) Syaoran x Sakura x Tomoyo; Syaoran REALLY likes Sakura's two-piece mini dress, and so does Tomoyo.

(Piffle Country, when Sakura goes shopping in Chaptire 70) Sakura x Multiple OC's; The clerks show great concern for Sakura when she says she's entering the race, and she thinks they're very sweet. As soon as Kurogane's out the way, the clerks make their move... (Features a Sakura-centric gangbang)
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