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My Girlfriend is Kate Takayama	By : FalstaffKisaragi Category: +G to L > Haganai Views: 3780 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sena Kashiwazaki, you were trying to pull a fast one on me. I know that you had obtained a spare copy of the key to Kodaka’s house so you could sneak in unannounced and try to make Kobato into your little sister. I wish I had the kind of resources and connections you do, but, as a faculty member of this school, I was afraid I was going to have to confiscate that key... and use it for myself.
After the time I experimented with Rika’s anal beads in the empty classroom, I was starting to feel much more confident about presenting my bare ass to Kodaka. It’s visible in profile, with a nice, fleshy feel to it, and shaped like a peach. My hips and waist are a little on the chubby side in order to support a booty like this, and from what I’ve seen, Kodaka likes a girl who has some curves on her.
My relationship with Kodaka has been growing so much lately, but we have yet to have a private moment. The most private place that I can think of for free is his bedroom. I want to give him a special surprise, the kind of thing only a girlfriend would do. It’s approaching two months since we started dating. I don’t know what kind of gift you’re supposed to give someone for that, but our relationship has been anything but normal.
My morning of seduction began at sunrise. I woke up at the crack of dawn, my body still drenched in sweat from sleeping during the humid summer. I wasn’t going to take a shower to freshen myself up. First thing, I lifted up my arm and looked at the small tangle of hair growing within. I took a deep breath. It was a sharp stench, enough to make it feel like someone was pinching me in the back of my nose. My entire body was covered in sweat.
When my arms pushed my breasts to the side, a squelching noise came from within my cleavage, and tiny flecks of sweat slid further down into my navel, coating my body in a slippery film. I grabbed the underside of my breasts, feeling their weight and texture in my hands. These babies were at least an E-cup, and for a growing girl like me, would only get bigger.
I pinched my dark pink nipples from above my clothes, teasing the areola with the tips of my fingers and taking glee in the tiny nubs becoming erect. It felt like they would slip through my fingers, the tips sliding back and forth, escalating quicker as a hot feeling began to build in my loins. A tiny damp spot appeared on my panties, warm and sticky, compared to the cold stickiness of the sweat clinging to my body from the night before. I stopped there. If I went any further with this, I would wear myself out before I ever got to Kodaka.
I went downstairs and saw breakfast waiting. The weekend had arrived, but mom was busy with more work at school. I sat down at the table by my lonesome, and devoured the meal quickly. Every grain of rice and bite of meat slid down my throat, gathering in my gurgling stomach with a pleasant, warm sensation. It was healthy, but it was far from enough to get my engine running so I could deliver Kodaka’s wake up gift. I decided on grabbing something from a food cart when I was approaching his house.
The trip to his house was uneventful. I had a train car all to myself, a chance to examine the scenery and mentally prepare myself for what I was about to do. I had been flirting with Kodaka for so long, but it was only recently I was starting to notice that it was changing me. Belching and farting was something I always thought was funny. I was brushing up against social mores, intentionally acting against the type of “lady” society was expecting of me. It’s funny to see someone’s reaction, that awkward expression as they either try to not acknowledge it or leave the area in a huff.
Yet Kodaka responded to me with retorts that could match my own, but also, oddly, a sense of acceptance. I wasn’t sure how to react to someone telling me my farts were cute at first. They can squeak like a mouse or blow like a trumpet, but aren’t they supposed to disgust him? It fascinated me, so I kept trying new ways of passing gas in front of him. Different foods, different sounds, different smells, he kept treating me the same with every one of them.
It was driving me crazy. This secret side of me, that I can only be when I’m alone, and I’m sharing it with someone else. It’s not making him see me as one of the guys, but as even more of a girl. I have to go more disgusting, and see how far I can take this, if Kodaka really is just a pervert who loves smelling girls’ asses, or if he’s a loving pervert who’ll smell anything if it comes out of my ass.
I’m so glad the train was empty, because I let a small puff of wind escape my ass, and waft towards the door of the train. Anyone who entered would wonder who set something off. My asshole puckered, marinating in the sweat from last night and the sweat from the last person to sit on this seat. I truly must have been glimmering in the light of the sunrise. A negligee soaked to the point that my underwear could be seen, and the spare key to the Hasegawa house tucked firmly into my cleavage. Its cold outline pushed into the flesh of my bosom.
I paid for a cup of instant ramen at the nearby convenience store, and ate it on the spot. The man running the counter was surprised that I would walk in there, dripping with sweat, my clothes sticking to my body, and so plainly ask for a common meal. I wasn’t intending to present my sweat-soaked cleavage to him as I paid the cost of the ramen, but the stutter in his voice meant he must have seen the edges of my areola, which were puffing out and becoming stiffer the more I thought of the private alarm I would unleash upon Kodaka.
So, with the greasy ramen sitting warmly in my stomach, I approached his house. Unlocking the door was an easy task. I knew where his room was - it was the one on the opposite end of the hall from Kobato’s - but I had to make a few preparations.
“Oooh, Kodaka,” I thought, running my hands into the edges of my panties, gently sliding them down my legs. The fabric brushed against my thighs. A transparent, slimy string of sweat and love juices pulled away from my panties, leaving a fine film of the stuff on my crotch. I placed my panties on Kodaka’s doorknob, and silently tiptoed into his room. The breeze from the fan and the air conditioning brushed past my under hair and kissed my lower lips. A rush of blood engorged my clit. I desperately wanted to reach my hand down there and push the nub back and forth to cease its gentle twitching.
Another sensation struck me hard in my gut. Pressure was starting to push against my ass. It had all the sharp stings of the spices that had been in the ramen. If I let this out now, my surprise would be ruined. I approached Kodaka’s bed, fighting against the wave of hot air in my ass at every step, and yanked back the covers.
He was wearing pajama pants, to my disappointment. I did one last check to make sure that the window blinds were covered. The exhibitionist in me was starting to become tired from all the exposure I had given just getting to Kodaka’s house this morning. I needed to psych myself up for this. I looked down at my chest and pinched my nipples once more. They went from soft to fully erect, the outlines visible through my bra and my negligee, so quickly I had to grab my ass cheeks and squeeze my butt together to prevent anything from leaking out.
I pulled down Kodaka’s pants. For every young maiden in love - though I’d never call myself a maiden if you asked - there was no moment more exciting than getting a first glance at a man’s dick. I hoped he was having a naughty dream about me, and had gotten a super-hard case of morning wood.
Sadly, his little Kodaka was limp, the red head stuck to his nicely shaped sack with a layer of sweat. I grabbed his balls with one hand, fondling them erotically, watching them dart between my thumb and forefinger. They were nice and soft to squeeze, and covered in prickly hair, but the shaft was the main attraction down there. It was time to interrupt his dreams and wake him up to the sexy reality.
I spread my legs, feeling the warm air brush against my clitoris and ruffle my pubes and straddled Kodaka’s face. Tiny drops of pussy juice fell onto his face like a soft rain. His bed was being marked in the potent smell of my pussy. I pushed my dripping wet lips onto his face, and grabbed ahold of the wall behind his bed. I bent over, all the pressure in my abdomen starting to build up to a stinging hot fever, my stomach gurgling with every motion I took, and pointed my anus in the direction of his floppy dick.
“Good morning,” I whispered into his ear.
A hot blast of uncontrolled gas shot itself from my bowels, spluttering like a dying motorcycle through Kodaka’s room. It smelled like the cup ramen I had this morning, fermented to a foul odor that I wondered if Kobato would smell it from the next room over.
My billowing wind blew past Kodaka’s dick. His shaft was bathed in my fresh stink, and quickly rose to attention from being buffeted by the quickly moving breeze. I didn’t bother to move my hand and push it away. I sat there, deeply breathing in the results of my success. The last traces of the first slurp of ramen leaked out of my ass with a faint hissing noise, and I began to breathe a sigh of relief. My chest heaved with every breath, and my nipples had become fully erect once more from the taboo thrill of farting in my boyfriend’s house.
“What stinks so badly? Where’s that noise coming from? Kate...” Kodaka said, slowly opening his eyes. With every word he spoke, his hot breath massaged my pussy, and his tongue darted against the folds of my flesh, slurping up the squirts of juice I had sprayed onto his face mid-fart. “What are you doing here?”
“Giving you a wakeup,” I said. “I didn’t want to give you the beej until you were rock hard.”
I glanced back at his dick. It had easily extended to 14 cm via my sexy trick, and was dripping with sweat and precum like a leaky fountain. The head looked even more majestic perched atop that rod of flesh, the veins throbbing and pulsing for my attention. It wasn’t any bigger than average, but it was thick, and the number one thing Rika had told me is that girth is better than length. His balls were bunched up against the shaft, and they also looked pretty tasty.
“You could’ve told me you were coming,” said Kodaka, running his mouth inside my slit.
“Oh. Oh god. Aaaaah. If you keep doing that, I’m gonna cum right now!” I said, grinding my loins against his face.
“Not that,” Kodaka said, pulling back. “I don’t mind you doing it, but next time you want to do something like this, ask first. Imagine if Kobato saw you and tried to call the cops. Our relationship would’ve been in big trouble.”
“I’m a friend of the family,” I said, running my hand through my pubes and pushing more droplets onto his upper lip. I pinched my clit and started teasing it, lubricating my pussy once more, lines of juices flowing down my thighs.
“Just do it after I’ve woken up,” Kodaka said. “It’d be bad if someone caught us... so do you want to finish up? Today was laundry day anyway, and if you’re not opposed to it, maybe we can take a bath together this morning... as a reward.”
“Reward for what?” I asked.
“For being a loving girlfriend,” Kodaka said sheepishly. “I’m still not really used to this romance stuff.”
“It’s okay, I’m not either!” I said. I stepped off the bed and kissed Kodaka on the cheek, flushing his cheeks bright red, before staddling him once more. Now my ass was aimed at his face, and I was looking straight ahead at his still erect dick. “Someone’s looking energetic this morning.”
“I think this is... sixty nine?” Kodaka said.
“Something like that. I think of it as facesitting and a blowjob,” I said cheerfully.
“Who taught you those terms?” Kodaka said, bewildered.
“As a nun of St. Chronica, my job is to confiscate porn from students who are stupid enough to get caught. You think I don’t read that stuff? It’s my primary source of knowledge. Wish the girls brought in some of their stash too. I’ve seen enough big tits to last a lifetime, but if I wanted that, I could just look down. Oh well, that’s what Rika’s for. Let’s get started!” I said.
I leaned down and straddled his face once more. His tongue was slurping the area between my pussy and my butthole. The hole itself was dangerously close to his nostrils. If he took a whiff now, he could smell all the way up my ass. It would give him a taste of what was going to come. I bent down, bringing the full fleshiness of my ass into view. It’s a nice ass, shaped like a peach with a lot of padding that he can grab onto. Maybe this lazy lifestyle is paying in dividends when it comes to sex.
My hard nipples, feeling like they wanted to escape from my sweat-soaked negilgee, pressed up against his stomach. I came into contact with his swollen cock. It had a masculine smell, and the traces of my fart remained on it. I grabbed it between my hands and shook it back and forth, moving the tips of my fingers along the slit until the sticky precum dripped onto my hands. It felt comfortable to grab, warm to the touch and with a pleasing texture.
I extended my tongue, the combined smells entering my nose, and licked up the front side of the shaft. The sweaty flesh was bitter, but not unpleasant. I pressed my lips against the glans, and popped them on and off the mushroom-shaped head, coating it in a layer of my saliva and lubricating it up.
All while this was going on, Kodaka was gently licking my pussy, teasing the outer folds with his tongue and swallowing my juices. There was a little bit of pee mixed in there, too. I hadn’t really gone to the bathroom since I woke up, and the pressure of Kodaka teasing my loins was making the drops fall out. My stomach felt hot again, but it was a different kind of heat. It was coming from my pussy, a throbbing, electrical sensation that I could feel all the way up to my nipples. Then the tip of his tongue touched my clit, and I lost control. My mouth opened wide and swallowed all of his hard dick in one go.
It was really big inside my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it, and slowly concentrated on slurping up and down with a gentle motion, occasionally using my tongue to push my lips around. I wrapped my tongue around his dick, covering the front and back in the sensations of my first blowjob. The smell was now going directly into my nose, and I could now taste what my fart had done. It left a spicy flavor on his penis, one that smelled distinctly of ramen. I closed my eyes and focused on a gentle sucking motion, filthy slurping sounds coming from my mouth as Kodaka and I slipped into a dreamlike 69.
“Your dick is really delicious,” I said, my mouth muffled by his girth. “It’s so hard and hot.”
“Your pussy is pretty tasty, too,” Kodaka said. “And your ass is so beautiful.”
“Damn right,” I said. “You can play with it all you want this morning. If you turn me on enough, I might have another burst left in there for you.”
“You’re the best, Kate,” he said.
Kodaka continued licking my pussy, teasing the folds with his tongue. First in gentle swipes, then a long lash, going as far in as he could. The wetness and flexibility of his tongue was unlike any of my toys. The hot feelings in my stomach grew as he teased me. He was still tired, so I could tell he wasn’t giving it his all, but that would ruin the surprise otherwise.
We continued on this way for at least two more minutes, loving each other in the warm glow of his suburban bedroom. My asshole started twitching, the hot pressure pushing against the sphincter, desperate to escape. I pulled Kodaka’s cock out of my mouth, drops of saliva rolling down it onto his balls and stomach, and looked back at him from across the bed.
“You’re gonna need to shower after this one,” I said with a wink.
Pwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwsssssssssssssssht
A long, squeaky fart covered his face once more. Spurned on by the sudden excitement and the pungent smell, Kodaka’s wildly throbbing dick spurted onto my face, spraying a hot load that covered my lips and my neck, sliding down into my cleavage. I squirted at the same time, my pussy unable to hold in the wave of juices that gushed out from between my lips. A slight trickle of pee followed, spraying into Kodaka’s mouth and across his pillows. I felt a sense of relief, but also the sense that I was sitting in a bed even wetter and stickier than my own got after an intense masturbation session.
Knock. Knock.
“Koda! What’s taking you so long in there? It’s time for our morning bath!” Kobato said on the other side of the door.

“You go in. I’ll join you after,” I said. I climbed off Kodaka and hid inside his closet, wiggling my butt in his direction as I closed the door. A tiny puff of air escaped, as if acknowledging that I was hidden.
Then I realized.
I had forgotten to bring a change of clothes. Oh well, maybe I can wear one of Kodaka’s Y-shirts. That’s what girlfriends do!
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