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Daddy Dearest

By
Saoirse the Irish Colleen

Chapter III: In The Garden of�

�Tenjou-san!
Tenjou Utena-san!� The rattle of her pencil rolling off the cherry desktop and
clinking to the floor chimed her out of her reverie.

�Otou-san��

�Tenjou-san!� Utena bolted upwards,
spine in a perfect straight line. Miyawa-sensei drifted somewhere above, her
face afloat in the dull milky fluorescence.

�Hai?�

�I dismissed the class more than
five minutes ago.� She struck a pose with her arms akimbo. �Want to tell me why
you�re still here?� Ohtori�s champion had no answer and she sluggishly dragged
her feet on the cyan and white checkered parquet, oblique shadows of the late
afternoon carroty sun cut suspicious figures from lockers and classical Baroque
arches and pillars. This entire academy was suspicious and but who else should
emerge from thin air was the Rose Bride herself, perhaps the most suspicious of
all.

�Utena-sama?� Her fetching charm
immediately turned Utena off as she observed Himemiya calmly holding her
briefcase before her knees, her lenses glimmered like silver dollars left
beside a corpse in its deathbed. She recalled cutting class once not long after
transferring from Seiran she took to the rooftop and noticed how the school
resembled a burial mound, the observatory tower jutted like a beacon of power
and commemoration from the luxuriant, green earth. The school�s boundaries were
fringed in Grecian columns warding off the outside world, the only thing that
was missing were the mounted idols. But they already had them, didn�t they? At
the base of the tower were the Student Council chambers, forbidden to everybody
save for the council members. An embellished stained glass red tea rose was on
the archway of the balcony�s entrance and under its protection they laughed at
everyone. Truth be told, that rose seemed more like a spyglass for someone more
encompassing than they, ensuring they had their laugh at the council�s expense.
An intonation of divine satisfaction blanketed Utena�s wily spirit settling her
for the moment as she stalked past her �fianc�e.� Just as she was about to
descend the steps down to the courtyard she caught sight of red hair slashing
the space from behind a pilaster. Utena refrained from calling out to Touga
watching his long receding back into the multitudes scrambling to their next
class; a gaggle of fangirls received him as he made a choice of who next to
join him in bed. She looked on as two girls trailed the president for a private
tea party, clasping each other�s hands in silent congratulations. Under her
black jacket, Utena�s breasts heaved with appalling envy and pondered if that
was the way he envisioned having her and Himemiya. Incomparable lovers they
most certainly were, she envisioned feeding from her bride�s glorious chocolate
breasts as her prince took her from behind. For some odd reason his bed seemed
inappropriate for the partaking of lust, but a sofa was just fine.

Maybe Saionji would be better suited
for a third participant. More than once Utena just wanted to shout at Touga to
just �fuck him and have done with it!� She would rush Saionji in mid kata lunge
with his bokken, loosen the hakama and swallow the magnificent cock tasting the
salty sweet green watching the rage drain at long last from his face. He was
impressively made and sculpted as Touga; she wondered why so much competition
dominated their relationship, however she could see no matter how dysfunctional
they were the friendship endured. Saionji hard to a one and juices seeping from
Utena�s crotch, she stripped, and mounted the kendoka. Happily grunting and
pumping into Utena while she pushed her breasts into his flaming face the shoji
opened and there standing was Touga, devoid of speech for the first time since
his defeat. �Want a taste, bastard?� The ivy-headed man grunted while Utena
howled and bucked. Anger flash burned the air when Touga charged in and threw
them down to the floor; miraculously Utena was unscathed still riding her
pleasure, Touga with his trademark deft dropped his kendo gear, tore a strip
from his gi and bound Utena�s arms behind her. He sickly grinned into Saionji�s
resentful eyes then dipped his fingers between their joined bodies and peeled
apart Utena�s thick lips to look at her fat clit stroking the wet cock.

�Brings back lots of memories, na,
Saionji?� Back in the good old days the president and vice president would
entertain a female guest or two together. Utena wailed as Touga lifted her off
Saionji and replaced her sodden vagina with his mouth. Utena pushed his scarlet
tresses aside to watch his tongue swab the combined juices with long
enthusiastic caresses from base to glans, painting the balls with his saliva.
She saw him indolently stroking himself when Touga dislodged Saionji�s cock
from his mouth. �Wet it Utena,� replacing his hand with hers pulling it
upwards. �It�s waiting for you my love.� He cajoled her head down into his lap
as he leaned back on his heels as she swished her tongue around the strawberry
glans and began her suction. She hummed as Saionji pushed right up inside her;
fluids making a lovely squelch, the rivulets sparkling down her inner thighs
left splotches on the hardwood, as he rocked into her they made no sound save
for the satisfactory rumbling coming from the trio. The wooden slats were laid
down well. After several minutes Touga pushed Utena�s shoulders away, when she
threw herself back atop Saionji recommencing snapping her hips. She spread her
legs lewdly inviting Touga in, her tiny pink wrinkly anus occluded by Saionji�s
sac slapping against it so wretchedly unloved unlike the rest of her. Saionji
let loose a long, dry grunt as Touga�s fingertips protruded into her stuffed
orifice gathering the wetness to prepare Utena�s sole virginal opening.

�Ai� ai� AI!!!� Touga�s hands under
her shoulder blades pushed Utena forward and slowly, ever so slowly fit himself
into her most secret place. Anchored down so beautifully, Touga�s blood
thrummed as Utena initiated the thrusts. Bracing her to him Touga kissed her
face and fondled her hair.

�Ah, my love, with you� only like
this�� He trailed off; nonsensical words dribbled from his mouth like an addict
feeling the surge of his fix gild his bloodstream. Utena sobbed ecstatically,
fainting between her prince and the knight the only thing missing was a rose
petal lined coffin. Their movements increased in range and scope until the
kendoka pulled out and a fount of white creamed her breasts, Utena cried
helplessly at the feeling of her sex convulsing around emptiness. �Finish her
off, Kyouichi�� Touga purred so close to his goal sped up causing Utena to yelp
painfully.

�Fucker,� Saionji spat, �I know what
I have to do� And don�t call me that!� Lava poured over her limbs as she
blearily saw Saionji cross the room and return with something in his fingers. A
budding green rose was dangled over her nose before it was placed between her
legs at the thickly seamed sex which Saionji brushed repeatedly until on its
own the mouth gaped open and the rose slid home. Her G-spot was beset by the
velvet petals, the deliciously wet spongy muscles tremored sending vibrations
to that place behind the thin membrane where Touga was housed, signaling him to
mark her with his come. Determined to see Utena�s face Touga withdrew and bade
Saionji to remove the rose. He lay her down and massaged his cock between
Utena�s breasts; their sauces smeared a long wide strip down her torso before
he dove in. Touga propped himself up allowing Utena watch as well as feel him.

�Harder� yes, Touga, please� oh!�
Utena�s bent knees came up to his armpits angling her hips so that his pubic
bone could crush and grind her clit.

�My love, you really want it?� He
ground out pounding harder sending her higher.

�Every inch� fuck me!� Touga
bolstered Utena�s ass with his rolled up hakama, grasping her right ankle and
pried her right leg as far apart from her left as possible. The cold air came
into contact with the engorged, seething organs causing friction hotter than
ever but it wasn�t until moist delicate swipes attacked her clit with the
ferocity of a lash did Utena jettison into orgasm. Touga completely let go and
opened up like a hose, thick come spurted and the kitten licks began anew.
Energy curtailing Utena and Touga�s bodies went on autopilot and bucked on air,
a new mouth drew on Touga�s wilted organ but there was little chance he would
be performing again. Coming down to earth Utena cracked an eye open to see
Himemiya, on her knees and naked, her hair falling to her waist in ripples.

�Thank you Anthy,� Touga wheezed
preparing to fold up beside Utena. She dressed in her sailor blouse and too-short
mini and bowed deep.

�Hai Touga-sempai.� Then made her
exit. On her way out she ran smack into Juri who wondered why the Rose Bride�s
hair was not pinned up and took a peek into the dojo.

�Nani okashii�� Utena figured why
not pay the orange rose back for almost tearing off her signet and hurling her
from the fountain that night. Just who did this bitch think she was, anyway?
Was she the only one to suffer from a broken heart or a lover�s deception? In
the fencing hall was an adjoining gallery much smaller with a single window
that nearly ran the entire length of the room and fell from ceiling to floor.
It was �their spot.� A pair of green cushioned off-white chairs stood, only one
occupant sat with a foil over her crossed legs. She witnessed the carefree days
of youth linking three unwilling participants by a single red thread. She got a
perm and wore slacks, mostly, the standard Ohtori uniform she was loathe to
even look at her fellow female inmates in. The parties she attended bored her
and were weighed down by fan mail constantly. �But you got out, didn�t you?�
Juri asked the empty seat. Her voice held a certain irony that one couldn�t
tell if it were sarcasm or pity that she always seemed to speak with.

�I wonder who you�re asking sempai.�
Utena said. Juri startled, the foil on her lap slipped her mind as it jostled
then rolled to the floor before she could catch it. Touga closed and locked the
door behind him. It was peculiar to see them together, but what was stranger
was the look on Tenjou�s face. It was both feral and lovely.

�What do you want?� Utena slinked
over to the coral-haired duelist and posed with one hand on her waist. She
recalled the sequence exactly; first she took Juri�s left hand and caressed it,
her index finger pressing softly on the rose signet. Working her way up Juri�s
toned arm as Himemiya did weaving her spells when armoring her in the gondola
up to the arena, the champion cupped the back of Juri�s cranium and skewed her
head back hypnotizing her bringing her lips down to hers� and sent her reeling
from the chair, sprawled under the window. �WHAT IN HELL DO YOU THINK YOU�RE
DOING?!� Juri iced over, her breathing lynched at the sight presented to her. A
golden rose suspended from an Italian gold rope swung like a pendulum going in
her tormentors� direction. Touga behind his love with his jacket hanging open
exposing the delicious muscle play and latent power. Utena smiled stretching
out the chain in her thumb and index fingers shaping a triangle. �What did you
do to her?�

Touga
chortled. �Nothing she didn�t want.� He kissed Utena�s ear before whispering in
it.

�Want to play a game sempai?� Utena
asked sliding her thumbnail under the lid.

�Yamete�� Juri could do nothing but
flatten herself on the glass and watch as Tenjou and Touga violate her
malignantly. It was self evident in their intimations that they acknowledged
her presence but only as a piece of furniture. Touga leaned Utena into him with
a practiced skill that lovers from years together can only do, kissing her slowly
and chastely which seemed to elate her. And Utena, lifting Juri�s locket to
their faces, cheek to cheek, popping it open exposing her secret and admiring
it like they would the graphics in an erotic instruction manual. Touga drew
tiny circles suggestively on Utena�s palm with his thumb.

�Tell me beloved, would you keep me
in your heart like this?� Utena asked.

�As long as uncertainty doesn�t room
there, there is no need for me to.� His words educed a paroxysm of joy from
Utena, the golden rose with its petals open slung earthbound its chain knitted
in the fingers of their laced hands. Shiori�s black and white profile staring
haplessly at the last known photo taken of Ruka. They hammered down the lid on
her glass coffin of obstinacy and Juri watched as Utena�s breasts smashed flat
on the transparent exterior, hair pulled upwards as Touga rutted into her.
Utena�s pink slit turned a hectic red; the column of hard flesh beat her at an
irregular tempo. Juri brought her head up as far as the casket allowed, the tip
of her nose pressing against the glass. They were an absorbing pair, Touga�s
firm and flexing ass dimpled in time with his lunges the muscles in his lovely
legs, back, and arms pulled taut. Utena�s sensual open-mouthed grunts were
remarkable to listen to; she saturated her lips with titillating strokes, soft
pert breasts swung and her nipples pebbled when Touga�s fingers moved to twist
them. She whimpered pathetically as he began to slow down, his turgid cock no
longer working her sex as it did a moment ago but Touga�s hips rotated
leisurely before bottoming out completely. Utena reared back trying to
recapture the dense body and consume it, her channel jolted for contact his
glans a millimeter in distance pressing on her pink slit scooping up moisture
running from her like a spring. His fingers split apart Utena�s distended labia
then Touga swiveled a rough fingertip about her pearl, aligned his cock with
her aperture and rocked his hips until Utena�s sighs became edgy squeals to
which she turned her head to gaze into his haughty face until he sunk in once
more. Juri was concentrating so hard on the sight of their drenched combined
organs, the center of their being that she didn�t see nor hear the coffin lid
flung open and as one the two pulled her out.

Utena�s mouth sucked at Juri�s, her
body straining forward into the taller woman toppling her to the floor. Where
there was smoke, there was fire and Juri�s body concealed her bright orange
flame encased in a callously titivated body. Utena thought that the Student
Council attire was extreme more appropriate for a turn of the century military
officer posted in the French African colonies. The tiny brass hooks in the high
collar were difficult to part and Utena was enticed to tear it away but she
could imagine the bill that Juri would send her. She husked a breath on the
orange rose�s lips but withdrew when Touga rolled his hungry cock along her
faintly parted lips and Juri unsuccessfully tried turning her head but the
president grasped her chin to meet those belligerent turquoise eyes of hers
that derided him for as long as he�d known her.

�You wanted Ruka, and screwed that
up,� Utena muttered pulling the tiny steel flap down on Juri�s fly with her
teeth. �You wanted Shiori, and all she wants to do is destroy you,� she shucked
the bristly orange slacks from her toned legs. �And once upon a time you wanted
Touga.� Utena knelt between her legs, tangerine and cream; the designer silk
bra and panties went the way of her uniform and at last she was flying free like
a petal kicked up in the wind. Riding on sensation she watched the prince�s
hunting ground get smaller when she discovered the awful truth: there was no
prince. He abandoned his physical body and transformed into the ideal. A
objective they were all aiming for, even Tenjou as she felt her tongue darting
between her spread thighs scraping at her kernel nestled in the folds of pink
meat drawing out a keening groan from Juri and Touga taking the opportunity to
stab his tumescence in her mouth delighting in his absolute control. After
every meeting he found himself behind closed doors contemplating the reality of
his situation, paranoid that his council members didn�t take him seriously.
Juri�s legs spread as wide as her physiognomy dictated Utena aided her into
taking Touga�s shaft, his fist wet from a sloppy mix of her salivary juices and
his first fluids pulled back the glans every time she lowered her vulva. �Be
fair, Touga.� Utena�s tongue jarred Juri�s mouth as she momentarily separated
from her sempai. She clutched onto the underside of each creamy thigh as Touga
rammed into Tsuchiya�s successor, cutting into her body with a swift violence.
The orifice filling and emptying at his command letting Juri know what gets
done to him when he vanishes from the Kiryuu Demesne into the tower, what he
doesn�t want the others, in particular Utena to know. True, he was all too
willing a servant under the artifice that his prince created in hopes he too
will join him and be his chosen heir, his champion. Juri howled beautifully and
helplessly, Utena leaning her slim back against her breasts giving her better
access to the palpitating nipples Juri was forbidden to. And when the orgasm
came, Touga�s balls drew up slapping against her taut asshole Juri was nearly
lifted off by his cracking hips accepting the seed as a precious gift painting
the entrance of her womb until she tipped over curled on her side still
spasming, unashamed under their remorseless stares.

�I�ve never seen her do that
before,� Touga commented.

�She�s different than me.�

�They�re all different than you,� he
replied staring through the wall opposite of them certain there was someone
spying on them right through the iron and concrete.
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