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Sextenni	By : FalstaffKisaragi Category: +S to Z > Softenni Views: 1999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own or profit from Softenni. Ryou Aduchi, this is probably not the way your characters were meant to be used. I promise I'm a fan.

Chapter List
- 1-Friends
- 2-Sex Outdoors
- 3-50
- 4-Pride
- 5-Shower
- 6-Urination
- 7-Butthole
- 8-Riding
- 9-Denial
- 10-Rival
- 11-Release
- 12-Blindfold
- 13-Breasts
- 14-Wildcat
- 15-Scissoring
- 16-Orgy
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Dark blue hair, light brown skin, and a poker face that could rival Mishimagi’s; the name of the person hiding in the ball cart was none other than Kurusu Fuyukawa. Kurusu was conspicuous by her absence, and inconspicuous by her presence. She rarely spoke to anyone, but when she took action, the fate of the team rested in her hands. She was very observant of the goings on of the team.

If that happened to include sexual training, she was ready for that too. Kurusu popped her head out of the ball pit, wearing what looked like a hollowed out basketball as a helmet. Kotone stared at her with a slack jawed expression. She spoke in a hushed voice, trying not to draw further attention to herself.

“How much did you see?” she asked.

“As much as I needed to,” Kurusu answered.

Kurusu crawled out of the ball cart, revealing that she was nude from the waist down. Her pubic hair hadn’t started growing in, and she had no breasts to speak of. Her nipples were a light shade of pink, standing out on her otherwise coffee-colored skin. Kurusu reached behind her, pulling out a tennis racquet seemingly out of nowhere. It was different from the one she used during practice, with a more generic design, aside from the Shiratama school emblem painted across the strings.

The other thing differentiating it was the above average phallic vibrator strapped to the bottom. Kurusu flipped the switch with her hands and advanced towards Kotone. The pigtailed girl hid her butt from sight. It was to no use. Kurusu wasn’t aiming for her butt, she was aiming for her front. Kotone longed for the tender movements of Chitose’s erect nipple.

“Tennis is about endurance,” said Kurusu. “Try not to cum.”

“Not to?” asked Kotone.

“Endurance,” Kurusu repeated.

The vibrator was producing a faint hum, causing the entire racquet to vibrate in Kurusu’s hands. In the blink of an eye, Kurusu was underneath Kotone, positioning the vibrator at the entrance of her pussy. Kotone felt her pussy trembling from the electric shocks, the humming noise driving out all other thoughts, another wave of pleasure overtaking her so soon after her last one.

Her body started to sweat. Her juices coated the tip of the vibrator, splattering about her waist. Kotone remembered what Kurusu had told her, and tried to think about something not at all sexy. She tried thinking about Sumino, her hated rival from Akadama. She was so boyish compared to Kotone that there’s no way her mind could go anywhere erotic.

Akadama reminded her of Leo, the boy with the massage who had brought her to orgasm, or something very much like it. Her memories were fuzzy whenever he was involved. If his fingers felt that good, what did his cock feel like? What would it be like when she and Mishimagi did it for the first time? Like this?

Kotone found her thought process violently interrupted. The steady flow of electric ecstasy she had been getting suddenly vanished. Kurusu was holding the vibrating racquet in her hands, licking it like a lollipop.

“Kurusu,” Kotone said, “Why’d you stop?”

“Calm mind,” said Kurusu.

She jabbed the vibrator at Kotone again, giving her a momentary burst of pleasure. Kotone felt nothing tightening beneath her waist. Her lust had not been satiated.

“I was just about to get it on with Misshi,” said Kotone. “You wouldn’t want to give up on a girl in love, would you?”

“Inefficient. You need to focus on the game,” said Kurusu.

Kurusu stuck half of the vibrator up Kotone. She felt the folds of her pussy rattling in sheer excitement. Kurusu slowly moved the vibrator up and down, adding a pleasantly squishy sound to Kotone’s soundscape. Kotone let her mind wander somewhere else.

Misaki, the Kurotama ace, was someone she had nothing but disdain for. Except during the mountain training, she had been in that cat costume. That was kind of cute. Her panties kind of reminded her of Asuna’s. Asuna had pinched her nipples that time, actually. Kotone knew how that felt. She had been on the receiving end of it today. It was good. She wanted to experience that again, and also she had to do was give it up to the hard, thick thing vibrating deep inside of her.

Kurusu yanked it out again, and turned off the vibration.

“You’re not trying hard enough,” she said.

“So much sexy stuff has been happening to us!” said Kotone, “That’s not my fault!”

“We’ll try this one more time,” said Kurusu. “Concentrate.”

Kurusu didn’t need to lube up the vibrator. Fitting it into Kotone wouldn’t be difficult with how worked up she was. The head of the toy entered her pussy slowly, and, with a final push, Kurusu shoved it all the way in Kotone. Only the head was sticking out. Kurusu turned on the switch, going one step above the lowest setting, which she had been using up to now.

Kotone was a lot more sensitive than she thought.

As the vibration took over her body, Kotone thought of training with her father in the dojo back at home. Focus on nothing but using her limbs. The image shorted itself out before it could get much further. Kotone approached orgasm near instantly. Her snatch tightened around the vibrator, drawing her closer to the buzzing of the silicone toy. She came, and her body calmed down, the throbbing growing slower.

Kurusu pulled out the vibrator. She spread her pussy before Kotone. Kurusu was also wet, but acting like she wasn’t. At least as far as Kotone could tell. “You have a lot further to go,” said Kurusu. In another flash, Kurusu had changed into her tennis uniform and a costumed panda head.

Kotone collapsed to her knees. She started doing push-ups on the mat, carefully avoiding the stains from her past two encounters. Maybe Kurusu was right. The door handle squeaked. Kotone was in trouble.

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