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Strange Love	By : P666 Category: +. to F > Card Captor Sakura Views: 25111 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own - CARD CAPTORS, TSUBASA, or any other Clamp thing. I wrote this for my own amusement. I do not make any money from these writings. Please don't sue

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(Rika x Terada x Sakura: Tomoyo x Fujitaka x Sakura) WARNING CONTAINS INCEST & crossover with x1999, I don't own x1999 He trembled, “I can’t do this…” His eyes turned to Rika wishing she would say something. “I will let you, if you use a you-know-what,” she blinked her eyes. She picked up her skirt and presented the small package. He looked at it. It was a condom. Before he could object, Rika took it from her friend’s hand, opened it, and started to slip it over his penis. She looked at him. Her pleading eyes could make him do anything for her. “Okay,” he accepted his wife’s touch. Only now did Sakura look at his grown-up penis. Her face gave a smile. It was a little wider and longer than Touya’s or Yukito’s. Her hand stroked it, guiding it through her spread thighs letting it brush against her clit. The juice of her lips glistening in anticipation of the on coming pleasure. Terada lay alongside of her. She purred pulling him closer in between her athletic legs, she wanted it, and she would have forced herself on him. He carefully inserted his prick between her lower lips. After a half hour or eighteen love strokes, Sakura looked at her teacher. He pulled away from her half in pleasure and half in fear. The fact his wife was there helped with the fear. Sakura looked at Terada, her face blissful. She rolled the condom off his prick and began sucking on it. Rika moved around on the desks, and began eating her out, dabbing her tongue in and out of her bridesmaid - her nimble tongue making sure that not a drop of her lover’s seed leaked out of the condom. (HEALTH NOTE - Condoms sometimes breaks or leaks, be careful) Terada took the opportunity. He patted his wife on the ass before he violated it. Rika pressed her herself deeper inside Sakura hoping to use her bridesmaid as a muffle against the screams. “You are such a good student, Sakura,” he brushed his semen across the purring girl’s cheek, “Am I your first older man?” “Yes and no,” her hand reached over to her skirt, took out several Sakura Cards, and called out their names…

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Gloating, Sakura smiled at what her cards had brought about - a rewrite of what happened at breakfast. She smiled innocently at her father. Her brother’s cum prominent on her face. Tomoyo dropped one of the chopsticks. She quickly went down and began to search for it. The search was brief she instantly found the chopsticks. In the half-light, her nose poked against first Yukito’s crotch. No reaction - he was too busy eating. Her nose poked against Fujitaka’s pants. She could tell it was he due to his apron, the size of the bulge, and his groan. With her teeth, the long-haired girl started the zipper down. Seeing and feeling this Fujitaka was about to object when Sakura took his hand and placed it over her heart. He immediately turned red. It had been years since he even thought about having an erection. Here, he was saddled between a perfect breast and teenaged girl opening his fly with her teeth...

“Dad,” she blinked her big eyes, “I have an itch. I cannot reach it. Could you scratch it?” She said turning her back on her father and pointing to her back with her hand.

“Sure,” his hand stared at the nape of her neck. His eyes were further down though. Tomoyo had undone the belt and the button exposing his white underwear. Moreover, his manhood straining against the fabric. “A little lower, dad.” His hand moved down the shoulder blade right next to the strap of his daughter’s bra, “Better, Sakura?”

Tomoyo took the chopsticks in hand and grasped the white fabric. He groaned. The next thing her father knew his precious little girl had removed her bra and placed the lace-covered thing on the dining table, “Yes, right there,” she cooed. Her seated father’s hands moved across her back and up to again grope her. Rubbing at her, trying to guess her size compared to Nadeshiko. Through the fabric of her shirt, he played with her nipples lightly teasing them. Tomoyo continued to tease his testes and weapon with the chopsticks loosing and regaining her grip on the fabric covering them at inopportune times. His daughter’s lovely breasts felt so nice and warm - so much better than masturbating against his late wife’s pillow. God, he needed this. Often, in the cold of night when the empty bed was nagging at him, he turned his hand to the phone book. The well-worn page of escorts was ready to come out of the binding. He was so tempted - the beauty that was prominently placed on the Soap Land ad seemed so elegant, so beautiful, and so delightful - she seemed like she had a fiery passion that would match his own lust. He never called them, he just stroked himself imagining how easy it would be to pick up the phone and call… It would be so easy for him - nobody but he would ever know. Somewhere in his imaginings Karen (X1999 - Karen was a lady of Soap Land, probably as a prostitute or dancer)’s red semi-transparent teddy with black garters. Usually, by this time he would blow his load on his late wife’s pillow. Then he would feel guilty for the rest of the night - that he cheated on his beloved Nadeshiko.

Sighing, Sakura said, “The itch has moved lower on my back.” With a little trying on her part, the long-haired girl had exposed his lovelorn weapon to the air. The exposure was brief for Tomoyo’s waiting; drooling mouth had taken it in. He looked down at the longhaired girl on his cock in the dining room. It was such a familiar situation. A flash of memory where his buxom wife had “accidentally tripped and fallen” on the dining room floor, only to mischievously give him head.

Then he looked back at Sakura. Her back arching in anticipation. “Where,” his hands started on her spine and to where the left and right kidney would lay.

“Lower, lower,” Sakura coached. Tomoyo’s tongue washed over his dick trying to compare the taste to the men she had been with. It clearly did not taste like Yukito. Frustrated, Sakura took her father’s hands and slipped them under her skirt. The left one was placed on her pussy. The right one on her ass. Panting, she directed, “Right there is my itch.”

Tomoyo continued to suckle. It clearly did not taste like Touya.

“Okay, “Fujitaka started to rub them. This was better than his dreams with the phone book. His fingers briefly dipping inside the fabric of her panties slipping them off so that he could touch them better. Tomoyo’s mouth moaned around his weapon. It tasted like Eriol’s, exactly, right down to the pre-cum. His fingers nibbled at her apex, inside nearly to her G-spot, “You are so tight - just like…” With that thought, he blew his load early. Fujitaka looked down at Tomoyo’s face grinning with his semen. “I am sorry,” Fujitaka started his cheeks slightly red.

“I have an itch, too,” exiting from under the table, Tomoyo stood. Instantly, Sakura kissed her. The two girls kissed. He sat there in shock - enjoying this new dream that would soon replace the phonebook one. Sakura slipped her tongue inside her best friend’s mouth. The pure idea of his daughter and her best friend swapping spit. Her tongue swirled about past the gums and eyeteeth getting a good taste of her father - it tasted so much like Eriol’s despite the taste of Tomoyo’s saliva. Tomoyo pulled away. She could have kept kissing Sakura forever. The girl with long violet hair took his father’s hands. The left was placed on her chest and the right on her satin panties, “Could you help my itch, Fujitaka-sensai?” With the addition of the word of “sensai”, he would have mounted Tomoyo right there on the dining room table pining her to the wood like a butterfly with his weapon. As he thrust deep inside Tomoyo’s ass canal and freed her of her satin bra, Sakura brushed her finger against her father’s light brown pubes, her other hand readjusted her panties back in place. She smiled at him and took a deep breath, “Are you ready, daddy?”

He pushed out his chair to give her a better access. He nodded expecting his precious little girl to pleasure his weapon with her mouth and luscious breasts, “Yes, Sakura.” His penis twitched at his daughter‘s touch. He pushed aside Tomoyo’s satin panties exposing her amethyst pubes. His finger brushed against them - they were so soft, soft like…

“Oooh!” Sakura squealed happily driving his massive inches into her lace-covered anus. It felt so good, it felt so now. This was a new experience. Never, not even had when he was married done, he ever… Never in Nadeshiko's sweet ass... Between his fingers, pleasuring Tomoyo and the tight feel of his daughter shoving herself and her lace covered ass onto his waiting penis. She pumped harder then Terada did earlier (or rather later, thanks to her precious little cards). Tomoyo looked at Sakura. She was enjoying the touch of the older male, but seeing the pleasure-filled face on Sakura made her walls tighten around his fingers. Working him, his jizz filling her up until it leaked out. Sakura finally extracted herself away.

Tomoyo lips quivered, “What is it like?”

“Why don’t you find out yourself,” Fujitaka removed his fingers from her, licked her juices off his fingers, “But first, let me get a condom…”

“There is no need,” Sakura twitched her finger side-to-side, “She is family. If you are family, there is no need.”

Touya nodded in agreement, “It is her rule after all.”

“Okay, Tomoyo-Chan,” he turned her around. He wanted the experience repeatedly. Adding a new page to his new dream. Tomoyo gave a wide smile. She pulled down her panties, backing towards her second cousin’s father, and positioned her ass before his tip…

“Wait. You are not going to…”

Tomoyo nodded, “He is going to take me back there…”

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The spell had worn off. Sakura found herself back looking at her teacher and his wife. “You are such a good student, Sakura,” Terada brushed his semen across the purring girl’s cheek, “Am I your first older man?”

“Yes and no,” her hand reached over to her skirt, took out several Sakura Cards, and called out their names. This time, she would trade places with Tomoyo. This time, she would drop her chopstick. This time, she would taste her father’s semen. This time, Tomoyo would be the one that would get it up the ass with panties still on. This time, she would be denied the chance of loosing her only remaining “virginity.” Repeatedly in an endless loop… Repeatedly switching places with her best friend… The endless loop would never end.
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