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Everything You Hoped For	By : Digitriangel Category: Digimon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28103 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Content warning: Questionable Consent, beyond that I’m not sure what to tag.

Hikari had often bugged Takeru for the chance to meet his grandparents. His French ones at least. Takeru could recall one time when they were fifteen she accused him of double standards, saying that he’d gone to Paris with her brother but refused to take her, and accused him of playing for the other team. It was mostly in jest, but she still brought it up whenever Takeru flew to France to meet his mother’s parents.
When he and Hikari had started dating there was an expectation he would take her to Paris sometime. Takeru had to remind the girl that most of his time in Paris was spent with his relatives in their dusty old house, not out gallivanting the romantic scene. He then exaggerated all of the finer details of Paris, happy there was at least one ounce of romance left in Hikari’s sex addled brain.
It was quite easy to secure extra accommodations since Hikari had hoped to go too. And while many may accuse the blond of having less than pure motives when bringing his cumslut of a girlfriend on a trip halfway around the world, he did it mostly out of love. In Hikari’s current state he was unsure she’d be able to last the week without him, Hikari could barely keep her clothes on after twenty-four hours apart.
Of course a natural consequence of two such sex crazed teens, one of whom could do practically anything, boarding such a flight would be that they would both join the mile-high club, and Takeru did not object to that. He did object to Hikari’s want of having sex in their passenger seats though; even in the park he’d not done anything in front of children. Instead he sequestered away the lavatory, it was easy enough to ensure no one would need or want to use it on the long flight. Hikari had agreed so long as she could fuck him in as many time zones as possible, and Takeru had to admit he underestimated what exemplary head she could give up in the sky.
However, the flight was initially slated to take all night, moving from east to west with the shadow of the earth. Most sane passengers spent the majority of the trip asleep, escaping the normal irritants of air travel with soothing caress of unconsciousness. Hikari, who was by this point decidedly not sane, was perfectly recharged by the nonstop action, and could easily stay awake for another day straight.
Takeru on the other hand had been awake for over thirty hours, was physically exhausted from the nonstop activity, and was running low on fluids. Sleep took hold of him in the cab, and did not lessen its grip even as Hikari and his mom transferred him to a bed in his grandparents’ house.
It had been decided, apparently, that Takeru would be out for hours. Instead of any attempt to rouse him his grandparents, mother, and girlfriend had all left together and would not be home until after lunch, leaving Takeru alone for the next three hours. At least that was what Hikari had scrawled on the note beside his pillow.
Now Takeru was awake and irritated, and without a thing to occupy his time over the next couple hours. He had figured that between catching up with grandparents he’d not seen for two years, the wonders of the city of lights, and his unstable girlfriend he’d have more than enough distractions, but the fates had condescended to laugh at his confidence.
It wasn’t that he blamed his family for going out: His mom deserved the vacation with all the extra hours she was putting in, his grandparents were seeing their daughter in person for the first time in years, and Hikari was swept up in the wonders of a new city. It’s just that he wished one of them had realized coffee had been a thing for decades.
Making his way to the kitchen was simple enough, although it took him ten minutes to find the glasses. After guzzling a liter of water he poured more on his head. If the blond had been thinking properly last night he could have just eliminated his need to sleep entirely, Hikari would have been more than game. While her focus on sex could be derailing at times she was a useful sycophant for him to enact his plans, given her seeming inhuman ability to control her hopes if she thought it would help him. If Koushiro had gained this power instead then Takeru was certain the older boy would have eliminated his need to sleep. Something about improving productivity fifty percent. Somehow the whole idea was too robotic, too unnatural for Takeru.
The thought brought Takeru back to his ongoing predicament, did Koushiro have a power? Did all his friends? Hikari was still showing no signs of any power, at least not any she’d report to him. The other day the idea occurred to him that perhaps Hikari did have a power and was manipulating him instead of he manipulating her. The thought scared him so much he had been unable to see her for a full day, and she was almost broken when he finally let her back into his life. Would the other’s see his power the same way? As some grand puppet master who could alter their very perception of reality? It was well within his powers to do so, even if he was so far mostly innocent.
Takeru had gone over the list of other chosen in his head a hundred times, there didn’t seem to be any safe choice to confide in.
“Eep!”
The voice broke him out of his thoughts, as Takeru turned to look at the door way and the intruder. Instincts honed from monster attacks every three years or so, his body sprang into action. Knees bent, shoulders down, hand gripping the nearest weapon and brandishing it between himself and the attacker – a four-foot-five blond girl with eyes open in fear.
Takeru instantly relaxed, setting the rolling pin down, and smiled sheepishly at his would be assailant. Kicking himself felt like a good idea right now, how could he have forgotten about her, he was half the reason she was here.
“Sorry Catherine.” she continued her wide eyed stare as he stumbled over his words, but reacted to the sound of her name. God he was dumb today. “Sorry Catherine, I forgot.” he repeated, in French this time.
Five years ago, after the reboot occurred, many Digimon were reunited with their human partners in the real world. Forcibly. In their homes.
While the average Child level Digimon tended to be weaker than a human adult, Adult level Digimon were more akin to tanks in the damage they could cause. Perfects, it stood to reason, were more devastating than artillery. Ultimates could only really be surpassed by nuclear bombs and better. Thankfully the latter two forms were mostly restricted to some kids in Japan, but public fear of Digimon was not uncommon.
Catherine’s parents were likewise fearful of the small plant that appeared in their home, and kicked both it and their sixteen-year-old daughter out. Takeru was a moderator on the international Digimon forum boards at the time and had caught wind of her story from some of the French Chosen. He knew his grandparents had rooms to spare in their old house, and asked them to take the girl in. His Grand-père had accepted immediately, he was always a big fan of the Digimon (Takeru lamented more Agumon than Patamon) and saw himself as a defender of the weak, so he was happy to take the pair in. Takeru’s Grand-mère was far more disapproving of Digimon in general, but could not write them all off as horrible abominations; after all, Angemon was an angel and she devout. Floramon was exceptional with flowers, and taught Mrs. Takaishi many a trick to improve her garden, winning the woman over with aplomb.
And so Catherine had come to live with the Takaishi’s, working at a small coffee shop nearby while slowly working through college. Hikari’s note had not mentioned the older girl, and Takeru having been absent on the forums lately had completely forgotten she was here.
“No, I’m sorry” The blonde said as she helpfully hoped he spoke fluent French. “I thought you were out with your mom.”
A tank top adorned her upper half, and a pair of short-shorts that did not make it half way down her thigh accompanied it on her bottom half. The girl clearly was expecting to be home alone, unless Takeru’s memory was sloppy his Grand-mère would not accept such scandalous clothing to be worn even just inside the house and especially not with company around. Not that Takeru had much of a leg to stand on, his own shirtless body covered only by sweatpants would not fare much better under the older woman’s scornful gaze.
“I guess we’ll agree that we’re both sorry and forgetful.” he joked, turning back to his glass of water.
Catherine looked down at herself, then out the hallway, then back to him. Her mind scattered by some unknown dilemma. “Still this is a horrible first impression, I owe you so much.”
“Don’t worry about it, it was my grandparents who helped anyway, I just pointed you their way.” True, his grandparents were only accepting of Digimon because of him and Angemon, but otherwise he’d done very little. “Besides, my first impression of you is still of the beautiful princess I dashed in to save from the evil guards who invaded her castle.”
The blonde bust out laughing. “You do realize I didn’t live in the castle of Versailles, right?”
“Doesn’t matter princess, it was my first impression and that can’t be changed. You’ll always be my dazzling princess of Versailles.” Takeru made sure to stare her in the eye as he made his declaration.
“Oh really,” Catherine said, walking up to him, “Then I guess you’ll always be my dashing prince who came to my rescue,” she twirled away. “-’s sidekick. With the lame Guinea pig.”
“Patamon’s not a pig,” Takeru defended “or lame, I mean. He’s an angel. That’s pretty cool right?”
“Guinea pig,” Catherine clarified, “like a hamster, not a real pig.” Takeru was still slightly confused. “and he wasn’t an angel for the first impression, just a flying rodent. Cute, but also lame.” He didn’t respond, by this point convinced she was needlessly teasing him. “But by the way, did the other boy come?” Catherine asked with a pinch of excitement, “I hear you brought someone else.”
“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m your only prince this time.” He shot what he hoped was a dazzling smile at the girl, before responding more seriously, “It’s Hikari, his little sister, actually.”
“You brought a girl all the way to Paris and instead of showing her around you’re sitting half naked with me in the kitchen and calling me your ‘princess’. Now I know what Myko warned me about, total player.”
Did Catherine keep in contact with Taichi? How did she know about the Yagami’s pet? “And here I thought I’d won over Miko after feeding her all that tuna.”
Catherine looked confused, and Takeru realized his mistake. “Oh you mean Miyako,” Miyako was of course the head admin on the international Chosen forum and conversed with its members as regularly as language barriers and time zones allowed.
“Mi-ya-ko” Catherine repeated testing the name is it left her lips, “So who’s Myko?”
“Hikari’s cat.”
He got a fresh wave of laughter in response “You thought a cat told on you?”
“Quiet, I haven’t had my coffee yet.” Besides, if Hikari’s other cat was here she would have definitely told on him. He turned toward the cupboards and began opening them at random to find his desired drink.
“You won’t find it there.” Catherine said, then suddenly she rushed over to him, he could feel her hands on his shoulders, “Sit down, I’ll get it for you. Miss Takaishi would kill me; I’m being a terrible host.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell her.” Takeru joked, but moved to comply.
“Still, I owe so much to her, and you to of course, failing to be a good hostess to you in her house would be the ultimate shame.” As Catherine was talking she pulled a chair over and stood on it as she began to rummage through one of the top covers. Takeru’s eyes were drawn to her protruding posterior, and he had to force himself to look away as she turned around. He must be hanging out with Hikari too much, could he not go four hours without trying to jump on the nearest piece of meat?
The girl, oblivious, started up the kettle and put down two mugs, one for him and one for herself. She then turned towards him and bounced on the counter, not saying anything. It was clear that Catherine wanted to be a good host, but that didn’t magically make it happen. This was more awkward than their earlier banter. It actually made Takeru curious, how different would she act if she did magically become a good hostess? He’d not experimented too much with his powers in a non-sexual environment before.
Out of curiosity he activated the hope, it couldn’t be worse than this stale small talk.
“Forgive me.” Catherine suddenly piped up, “You haven’t had anything to eat yet have you? Can I get you anything? Muffins? Toast? Fruit?”
“I’m fine, thank you.” Takeru said, well at least the girl could feel better about what she’d tell his Grand-mère. Catherine nodded in response, but began to whip ingredients out of the cupboard anyway.
“So how are you liking Paris?”
Takeru shrugged before realizing she was looking away again, he’d been passed out since he left the airport, but this wasn’t his first time here either. “I haven’t seen too much of it yet.” Catherine bent over, trying to find something beneath the sink. “But what I see I do like.”
The double entendre was lost, “That’s good, it is quite a wonderful city, nothing like it in the world. Or at least that’s what all the foreign boys tell me, I’ve never really been anywhere else. And for all I know those boys were just trying to impress me.”
“I know what it’s like,” Takeru empathized “I spent most of my life in a tourist town too, I know all too well the odd allure tourists have of local wildlife.”
“Oh really, I thought with your look - in Japan - you counted as exotic wildlife.”
Takeru laughed “That too, I’m a complex person. Ladies love the foreign-looking-local.” The kettle hissed, and Catherine poured it out into the mugs, beginning to add other ingredients.
“Well I’m afraid here you are just a local-looking-foreigner, and Paris has many of those. You’d do much better if you at least pretended to speak broken French. Then again maybe I shouldn’t be giving you pointers, the girl you brought might get jealous.” Done whipping up her concoction, Catherine sprayed a little whipped cream on top and headed over to the table, placing one glass in front of Takeru as she sat down to join him. “It’s my own invention,” she clarified “perfect for hangovers or anything else that ails you. But there is more coffee in the pot if you’d prefer.”
Takeru was not hungover, but graciously accepted anyway, eagerly consuming the sweet mixture. He wondered briefly if she would have gone through the trouble of making it if not for his power. Either way he found the drink more than sufficient.
“It’s good,” Takeru said as the blonde raised her creation to her own lips, “It tastes almost as sweet as you.” Catherine chorckled into her mug, some of the hot drink splashing down her top. Takeru instantly sprung toward the counter, retrieving a dish towel and throwing it toward the older girl. She used one hand to pat down the garment as the other continued to keep the wet and hot part away from her skin.
“Sorry,” Catherine apologized again, “That’s terrible etiquette.”
“No it’s my fault,” Takeru said “I was the one who made you laugh.”
“That’s what I was talking about. That line was way too cheesy, proper manners would be a glare, not a laugh.”
“I take that personally, you know.”
Catherine began to fidget even after she’d wiped herself down, and Takeru could see the battle raging inside her head. She wanted to change out of her stained top, a good host would not wear it in present company. She also wanted to keep her guest entertained, like a good host. Takeru was curious as to what would happen if he forced both, which desire would win?
After a few seconds of stirring her coffee, the girl looked up at the blond. “Do you mind if I take off this shirt? It still kind of smells like coffee.”
“Not at all,” He guessed that was reasonable, asking company if they were okay on their own was an acceptable hostess move.
Or it would be, if that was what she was asking.
Painted nails shot to the hem of the girl’s tank top and pulled up, not stopping even as they set free a pair of bouncing breasts. Catherine had not yet bothered to put on a bra, and all thoughts of a non-sexual experimentation went out of Takeru’s head as he focused on the morsel before him.
There must be a screw loose if she thought this was normal hosting behavior. Then again, his Grand-mère did always say it was better to have a casual party where everyone enjoyed themselves than a formal one where everyone was tense. Perhaps this was just an extension of that advice, perverted by the nonsensical requirements Takeru had placed upon her.
Hands obstructed his view, and Takeru looked up to find the girl desperately hoping this wouldn’t be awkward. If removing her shirt while keeping him company meant going topless, then not being awkward when being topless might mean…
“Do you want to look?” the girl asked as tension seeped out of her body. “I know lots of boys do, and It’s not your fault we’re in this situation.” Her hands moved from hiding to cupping, pushing on her tits to exaggerate their already impressive size and exposing her nipples to his view.
“Thanks,” Takeru said, leering. Although with the look on his face she may not consider it a leer. “They do look quite marvelous. My favorite sight of Paris so far.”
“You’re not bad yourself,” she returned with a light blush, as Takeru acknowledged his own shirtlessness again. The two continued to banter as they finished their drinks and openly ogling each other’s topless form. But Takeru’s mind was elsewhere, still lost in the audacity. Here was a girl he’d only met once briefly eight years ago, was now letting him check out her bare tits with absolutely no tension, in the name of being a good hostess. He covertly sent a text to Hikari asking her to warn him when they came back. He wanted to push this further, how far would Catherine go to be a good hostess? He’d find out and then he’d fix her.
Talking about something or other, Takeru stretched, banging his head of the bottom of a cabinet. The house was not quite designed for someone as tall as him. Catherine was up in an instant, grabbing her towel and maneuvering behind him. “Are you okay? does it hurt? I can get some aspirin if you need it.”
“I’m fine, really. You don’t have to take care of me.”
She waved him off, “While you’re here it’s my job to take care of you and soothe any pain you might have.”
“Really?” Takeru asked, flicking his head back to once again capture her half naked form in his vision “Any pain.” He decided to trigger that hope as well.
Catherine nodded, from this angle her eyes were automatically drawn from Takeru’s face down his toned chest and to the painful budge in his lap. Did that need more urgent soothing? It was a different kind of pain, but still irritating and Mrs. Takaishi did say a host should do their best to soothe the pain of their guests. Pulling blond hair into her bosom she let one hand trace Takeru’s abs and head towards his bulge. “If you think it needs relief.”
“Please,” he responded, and she bent over slightly to let her hand sneak under his waistband, fingers closing around the aching rod laying beneath. She gave his cock a few terse strokes before Takeru hooked his fingers into his waistband and pulled his pants down slightly, freeing his cock and giving her more freedom of movement. If Takeru had been paying attention he may have noticed the flash of hesitancy on Catherine’s face as his cock came into her vision, but he was consumed by the soft flesh of her breasts surrounding his head.
Besides, even with that look, this wasn’t awkward. Catherine was just stroking him off to sooth his aching erection, after they met this morning, nothing odd about this. Instead he relaxed into her soft body as she continued to pump him.
“Is this good for you?” she asked, as she sped up slightly, “I don’t have any lotion or anything.”
“It feels wonderful.” Takeru affirmed allowing a quiver to show in his voice for further encouragement. Catherine responded by pushing herself against him more, and allowing her left hand to reach down and join her right in gripping his length. The two hands were slower than one, but squeezed tighter and gave more deliberate strokes. Warm cum churned in his balls, itching to free itself, spurred on by the blonde bombshell’s coaxing. “I’m coming” he warned.
Thinking quickly the girl reached across the table, grabbing her mug and pulling it closer. She tilted the mug forty-five degrees and pointed Takeru’s dick at it as she urged him to finish. He came, seed shooting into the coffee cup as he released a groan of pleasure. Catherine diligently milked him until long after his orgasm subsided, even going so far as to rub the tip of his dick on the lip of the cup, cleaning the last few drops out. Then she let go and took her seat on the opposite side of him.
“Anytime you need me to relieve you again just let me know. Don’t be shy.” She winked at him, and Takeru had a hard time believing her ignorant of what she just did. And yet her hopes suggested her oblivious to the fact she just jacked off an acquaintance while topless like a common whore. Takeru downed his drink to hide his Cheshire grin. He would be sure to abuse that invitation as much as he could.
“Let me get that for you.” Catherine said as he set his now empty mug down. Grabbing both his cup and her own the girl stood up and turned toward the sink.
“Wait,” Takeru called out “That drink was good. Is there any reason you didn’t finish yours?” The reason was obvious, Takeru had just shot his load inside. But refusing to drink it after he shot inside, when she herself had guided his release there, might be rude. And a hostess should not be rude to her guest. So left with obstinately few choices the blonde raised her mug to her mouth, hesitantly tipped if back, and drank all the liquids inside.
The girl turned quickly toward the sink, either to hide her flush face or out of duty to clean the dishes the boy did not know. His mind was currently occupied with more important things, namely the image of the buxom blonde drinking his cum. Oh, women had swallowed his cum before, it happened quite frequently. But all those times tended to be directly after blowing him, Takeru was unsure he’d ever watched one chug his seed out of a cup like that before. The thought got him harder than diamonds.
A ping resonated in his conscience slightly at her look of repugnance before downing the drink. It occurred to him that she hadn’t actually enjoyed doing it, she had just been more willing swallow his cum than bother him by thinking she might be a bad host. The cacophony of excitement drowned out his pitiful conscience; so long as everything could be traced back to her desire to be a good host he could fix it after one conversation with his Grand-mère. Her idea of being a good host would certainly not include stripping, giving hand jobs, and reluctantly swallowing, so if he turned Catherine into his Grand-mère’s idea of a good hostess she’d be fine.
Besides he really couldn’t make anyone do anything they didn’t want to, right? So some part of Catherine must have wanted to be a good hostess even to the point of being degraded like this. It would explain how she was being so nonchalant about the whole thing.
Channeling his inner Tailmon, Takeru stood up, stealthily making his way behind the unsuspecting girl. She had said anytime, so he figured she was fair game.   Bending his legs slightly the blond pushed his length between her thighs, showing her his reoccurring pain with the intrusion. He took the liberty of moving his hands to her hips, pushing her legs together as he ran his cock between her apex.
The girl dropped her sponge, though thankfully keeping a firm hold of the much more breakable mug. “Already?” she asked, hint of trepidation in her voice.
“Last time was amazing,” Takeru reaffirmed “Sometimes one just isn’t enough.” Catherine nodded in response placing the cup down and moving one warm and wet hand to grasp at where he appeared between her legs. He adjusted his angle so she could better stroke him off as he fucked her thighs. If Catherine deemed her hand too dry she would go back to the warm soapy water before grasping him again, making sure his cockhead was always hot and lubricated.
Happy with the blonde’s performance, Takeru ran his hands up her sides, caressing soft skin as they went up her naked back and sampled her shoulders. Wandering hands next trailed themselves down, grasping at the supple fruit of her bosom.
She jumped, dropping his cock with her right hand while her left arm instinctively came up to push his hand off and cover her chest. “What are you doing?” Catherine asked, temper boiling below the surface.
“I-I” He hadn’t been expecting this response, She’d been complacent with everything he’d done up until now, how was massaging her chest worse than convincing her to jerk him off? “It would help; I mean I would finish faster.” He explained, “So I thought you would like it too.”
“Well you should have asked first.” Catherine said, not yet freeing her tits. “I’m not going to let you grope me just so you can get off faster, what kind of girl do you think I am?”
One that thought the proper solution to wearing a dirty shirt while entertaining guests was to go topless, duh. He was too smart to say that out loud though. If Catherine was unwilling to let him fondle her to get off faster than there went his plans for getting laid. And he was going to get laid, he’d never come this far without popping off inside a girl before, she would not break his perfect record.
He shifted his excuses, confident Hikari would bail him out if he got into too much trouble anyway. “You caught me,” he relented “truth is you just have such enticing breasts. It’s unfair, having to sit so long with those beauties in arms reach and not being able to touch them. Painful.”
Shoulders relaxed, and a warm hand closed around him again, even if her left arm remained firmly locked over her chest. “I guess,” she said, running the justification through her head. After all he had not asked for her nudity, she had forced it on him. And if her actions caused him discomfort, then it was natural she should help him, even if it was outside her comfort zone. “if you put it like that I could let you, just this once.”
Takeru didn’t bother to hide this grin, she wasn’t looking at him anyway. He was unsure what made her final decision, whether it was his mention of pain or his insinuation that it was her fault. He probably should have tried each separately to see what might work in the future. Pushing the thoughts out of his mind he resumed thrusting as the girl’s left hand returned to her side and Takeru began exploring the blonde’s buxom breasts.
They were quite large, possibly bigger than Mimi’s, although slightly less perky. Takeru was sure to explore thoroughly, massaging and rolling the skin as he worked. He was curious if there was a notable difference between European breasts and Japanese, he’d had enough of the former, and now was going to take every opportunity he could to sample the latter. Catherine was a wonderful specimen, large, firm, and from the way she was fighting to keep her composure, quite sensitive too.
Perhaps to hide her pleasure, perhaps to speed him along, Catherine’s left hand quickly joined her right in its soaped up assault on his dick. Takeru could hardly let such blatant actions go unanswered. He focused on her nipples, pinching and pulling, cupping them in his palms, doing whatever he could to stimulate the soft flesh. Kneading her into a pile of goo.
A strangled moan escaped her throat and encouraged his actions. It was followed by the blonde bombshell biting her lower lip and clenching her thighs hard around his pole. She was no doubt suffering from his actions, a small puddle forming in her underwear, hiding her desperation for more. And if Takeru was about to reveal it, and grant both of them so much more.
Confident in his victory, the blond pulled back and slipped his dick out of her hands before pushing it back to the apex of her pelvis. Here he unloaded, shooting sticky cum all over her previously clean shorts.
Catherine brought one hand up to contain the spray, though she needn’t have bothered, his aim was true to his mark, soiling her clothes and getting nowhere near the counter. But obviously dirty clothes could not be worn in the presence of a guest, which left the girl in a bit of a predicament, one she quickly resolved.
Takeru looked at the blonde expectantly, noting with joy she showed no disgust as she unbuttoned her bottoms and began to work the cum stained garment down her legs, if anything she was glad she didn’t have to drink it this time. His triumph sored as her efforts revealed a pair of white panties, equally soaked by the girl’s own juices. She hesitated for half a second, then brought her hands back up and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her underwear and brought them down. Unashamedly standing nude before him, not caring if he stared at her round ass, pink pussy, or the small blonde bush that formed above – after all, this wasn’t awkward.
She even did a twirl for him, letting her audience get an eyeful of her assets. When Catherine stopped the spin her back was facing him, slowly bending down until she could wink at the blond from between her legs. “Feel free to look as much as you like, however you like.” she giggled as she gave her booty a light smack.
“But no touching, You’ll have to be satisfied with my hands… and my chest, I guess.”
Did that mean she’d let him fuck her boobs? Unimportant, he reminded himself as he shook his head. The real discovery here was that she had once again thwarted his plan of attack before he could instigate it. He’d been hoping he could complain about how tantalizingly fuckable her cunt looked, how unfair it was she was teasing him with it, but she’d already shot that plan down.
He retreated to the sitting room and the girl followed like a lost puppy, refusing to let him out of her sight. It was somewhat frustrating how much control he had over the naked blonde, and yet she would not let him go all the way. But Takeru was nothing if not optimistic, he could try again and again.
Waving the girl over, he groped at her breasts as soon as they were in reach. “You aren’t going to make me go to long without these babies, are you?” he asked as he pulled her closer, letting his mouth close around her nipple as he suckled.
“No.” she admitted with a slight waiver. Catherine found it hard to stand leaning over the blond like this, and eventually succumbed to straddling him as he licked and sucked her tits. Takeru took advantage of what skin he was allowed to touch to position her perfectly on top of him as he lost himself in the pleasure of her bouncy boobs. His tongue lavished her erect nipples as he moved from breast to breast, a free hand massaging her open chest as the remaining hand stayed respectfully on her back. Moans begrudgingly began to escape the French girl’s lips, her enjoyment palpable in her voice, her erect nipples, and the small amounts of fluid dropping onto his cock.
He was close now, and the thought got him hard, growing and straightening his dick until the tip pressed up against her welcoming slit. His own bottoms still around his knees and hers abandoned in the kitchen. For one pleasurable second he could feel the heat radiating off of her sex as it began to lubricate his manhood, and then in a flash she pulled away, face crimson and refusing to look at him.
“No touching there.” she spat.
“I didn’t do anything though,” he defended, “My hands didn’t go near it.” Her face softened at that. He had little control over his erections, and had been hoping this counted as an exploit to her no touching rule.
“Well still no touching,” she asserted, “if that part wants to touch me then you should have told me. As I said before your thing needs to be satisfied with my hands.”
“-Or your chest.” she looked bemused, “You said that before, I had to be satisfied with your hands and your chest.”
She did say that, but hadn’t meant it that way. Hadn’t even considered such a lewd thing was possible. The blonde looked down and cupped her tits, weighing them as she attempted to visualize his proposal. “How would I even do that?” she asked.
A predatory smirk shone though on victory, she hadn’t objected, and that would be enough. “Come here, I can show you.”
Trepidation guided her movements as she lay down on the couch, but he could read that she wanted to do this. Out of curiosity, duty, or arousal, he did not know; but it was the thought that counted. He found himself desperate to reach down and feel her wetness, but such actions were banned, for now at least.
Enjoyable as he was sure this experience would be, Takeru did not yet know how it would get him closer to her cunt. Pushing her into new sensations was good, but he doubted she’d be willing to thank him by offering up her body, she wasn’t Hikari.
He straddled the girl, sitting on her stomach and facing away from his temptation, ignoring its siren call. Instead he placed the shaft of his cock in the valley of the blonde’s cleavage. His hands went to the outside of her breasts, pushing inward to trap his dick in a prison of soft flesh. Making extra sure his thumbs were tweaking her nipples the blond began to thrusts in and out her cleavage. She was captivated by where his cock appeared between her tits, unwilling to look away.
Takeru began to adjust his pressure on her breast, pulsing one up and the other down, or applying more pressure on the left than the right. He varied his pleasure to continuously stimulate himself. When he was close to popping, he stopped entirely.
“And that’s how it’s done.” He stated “Can you take it from here?”
She sure would look stupid if she didn’t, after all he had offered to teach her in her own house. Her hands shot up and mashed her breasts around his dick as he resumed thrusting toward her face. He was really enjoying this now, even back in japan he only really could fuck Mimi’s tits, his other girls were just not properly equipped. But French girls seemed to be just a bit more stacked than Japanese girls were.
“Can you lick the tip? That’s how most of these go.” he said trying to egg her on. She shook her head no but kept eye contact with his one eyed monster as it shot towards her and retreated. Come to think of it, Catherine was a red blooded girl, the sight and smell of his cock so close to her face might just be contributing to the liquid leaking from her groin. And her tits were constantly caressed into submission while no recourse was allowed for her lower half.   Maybe if just asked to finger bang her after this she’d be horney enough to say yes, or at least make her hope for it and go from there.
Enthused by the image in his head, Takeru placed his strong hands around her soft ones, guiding the titfuck to his tastes. Catherine allowed him to take control, too entranced by the situation to resist. She looked so hot, staring at his manhood as he thrust into her soft chest. So lovely, so malleable, and soon to be his. Takeru grunted as he sprayed his load all over her face. He then let go, although the blonde continued pressing her tit’s together until after he pulled his cock away completely, leaving a trail of cum down her cleavage.
“That was” she paused, searching for the proper word, “new. If you want to do it again just let me know.”
“Of course.” Takeru said, enacting his plan. “But right now I think you need more soothing than I do,” he gestured toward her dripping pussy. “I will you let me take care of it for you? As thanks for being such a great host.”
“No, no, no. I can’t have that. It’s not that bad anyway.” She brushed him off so naturally. “Did that work out make you thirsty? I could get you a drink.”
Takeru thought about saying a cheesy line about wanting to sample her nectar, but with how she was acting it’d likely be served in a glass, instead of from the source. He tried a different angle. “I’m fine, thanks, but you look like you could use a wash.” she did, and her face tightened as she weighed cleaning herself against leaving his company, unable to find a solution that did not reflect poorly on her hosting abilities.
A deep musk permeated the room, the smell of sweat and cum ever-present as he bartered. “I could use a shower too, maybe we could kill two birds with one stone?” She jumped on the opportunity; after all they’d been naked together for a while now, doing it in the shower didn’t change much and this way she could keep him company while cleaning herself.
Catherine led her guest throughout the house, moving through a room Takeru realized must have been her own to end up in her personal bathroom. The walk in shower was not excessive, but had enough room to accommodate two bodies even if they weren’t pressed together.
Before Catherine led him inside, she stopped to rummage through her drawers, pulling out a fresh change of clothes. Takeru bit his lip to prevent a swear from escaping. The girl put up with being naked around him because she really didn’t have other options without leaving him, but obviously proper etiquette would require her best clothes. Now that she had the chance, there was really no reason she couldn’t get dressed after their shower, he’d unknowingly euchred himself. He might not have the chance to fully undress her again before his family and prospective family returned.
Thankfully she was still willing to climb into the shower with him naked, he’d half feared a bathing suit was the next thing to come out of that closet. First time he’d actively be against being with a hot chick wearing a bikini in closed quarters. But his fears were unfounded, the blonde’s breasts and vagina were two of the places she need to wash the most, covering them would be counterproductive.
He adored the way water ran down his partner’s skin as steam fogged the glass. Although her cunt had been dripping even before she set foot beneath the spray. This was judgement day for Takeru, if he couldn’t fuck a naked horney girl while they were spending the next half hour one foot apart then he’d have to hang up his title of fuckboy.
The shower contained only enough sundries for one person, an obvious oversight given it’s intended use. Naturally, etiquette dictated that the guest be served before the host, and Catherine would no more allow the blond to wash himself than she would allow him to clean his own dishes. Without hearing a word in protest she snatched the soap and began to lather up her guest’s taut body.
It did not take a genius to guess Catherine may have had ulterior motives in her offer: As she washed his arms she stopped to squeeze his biceps, feeling their strength and weight as he flexed back into her searching grip. As she washed his hands she cleaned each finger individually, curing and uncurling them, testing their strength. As she washed his abs, her cheeks burned and she refused to finish, jumping back to his pecs from his groin three times. As she washed his back, her fingers continued to trace the outline of his skin, memorizing every blemish. As she washed his buttocks she eagerly cupped the round orbs, fingers digging in to his skin in a way no one could rationalize as cleaning.
Even through the obvious attraction, she still had no explicit hope to make love to the boy in front of her. Morals were clearly not the issue; she was as willing to exploit the perverseness of the situation as he was. The only difference was the endgame, he wanted all of her while she was content to keep it softcore.
Catherine’s hands likewise took no shame (well maybe a little, she was quite red,) in groping and measuring his cock under the pretense of cleaning. Ample opportunity to test his equipment had already offered itself to the girl, but she was clearly adamant not to miss this one. Her face lit up as he hardened under her grip, and her hands shifted from cleaning mode to ‘soothing’ mode.
This was not unforeseen, but Takeru didn’t really want another hand job until after he’d secured something more concreate.   It was only her unprecedented excitement that lulled him into accepting her strokes, allowing him to cave to the simple pleasure.   He was very glad he did, not only did her energetic elbow make her breasts bounce enticingly, or the whole picture make him desperate for his camera, but the gleeful girl also bequeathed an unexpected hope:
I hope the rest of the shower is at least this good
He activated it immediately, true he would have preferred using such a hope when she was being pleasured instead of him, but clearly she enjoyed this and having some floor of success would let him take risks without the fear of failure. Unfortunately, it also made it much harder to stop the girl. And so with some reluctance he allowed the eager blonde to continue stroking him until he shot his seed onto her stomach.
But it wasn’t her turn to be cleaned, so the French chosen let her the water running down her front suffice for now as she focused on making sure his softening dick was clean. The miracle cock was erect long before it fulfilled her high standards of cleanliness, and Catherine went right back to stroking again.
“Catherine this feels…” he just shuddered as he audibly exhaled instead of finding a proper word, “but I think maybe you should stop, lest we get trapped in an unending cycle.” She looked up at him hesitant, but relenting. After all, the other guests would come back sometime and it might not be the best if she were still trapped in the shower jacking off Takeru.
“Ok, but you have to promise to let me-” her initial thoughts appeared to go towards resuming the activity immediately after the shower, but that would defeat the purpose of cleaning him. The girl stammered for the next few moments, unsure of exactly what she wanted. “-I’ll finish later, with interest.” She had no deeper plan than that as far as the blond could tell. Which was fine, he be sure to offer some suggestions when it came time to collect.
With his cock now clean and left behind by mutual agreement, Catherine moved on to Takeru’s legs, crouching down for better access. In her new position her lips were tantalizingly close to his cock. They equally exploited this fact, Takeru burning the picture into his retina as the girl stole glances at the naked and erect dick so close to her. She washed his legs with less intensity than she had held for the rest of his toned body, but lingered even longer, her attention elsewhere. As her hands began to polish his ankles she leaned in, dragger her face across his erection before deeming him clean and teasingly jumping back.
“There, now you are pristine and you can just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.” her cheeks turned pink “-er. Shower.” Her hopes were still proudly displaying how much she wanted him to masturbate while she washed herself, irrespective of what that would mean for his ‘clean’ body. A small amount of him wanted to play along, but he had a better idea.
“How about this?” he asked as he expertly snatched the soap out of her hands, “I’ll clean your body while you wash your hair. It’ll speed things along.” Yeah right, if everything went his way they’d been spending quite some time in this shower. But it was an adequate excuse, just as Catherine hid behind the fact that a faster shower might inconvenience him less to blatantly reject the notion that she was doing this to selfishly feel his hands on her body.
The blonde stuck out her arms, keeping their ruse. If he cleaned that first, then she could set about cleaning her hair unimpeded. Takeru took her up on the offer, working up her left arm in circles caressing and loosening muscles as he went. Just at the cusp of her shoulder he dropped the arm, performing an encore with her right arm.
This time when he finished he flipped the girl around, regrettably hiding both her delicious tits and cute face from his vision, but it gave him access to her shoulders and back. Employing previously magically enhanced masseuse skills to make the girl moan in pleasure as he gave her a backrub under pretense of cleaning. He kept her on edge though, no magical phantom orgasms for her. He couldn’t if he wanted to, she wasn’t hoping for the right thing.
So instead he moved down to her lower back, exploring the curve. At this point Catherine remembered her place in their mutual illusion, and began to wash her hair, taking care not to let her long locks obstruct his hands.
He flipped her around again, blue eyes meeting as he deftly fondled her chest. After wiping away any trace of his previous release the blond defaulted to fondling her full breasts. rubbing her hard nipples and even pinching and pulling in ways that could not be mistaken for abject cleanliness. Not that she even thought a word of reprimand.
His hands moved lower, dutifully cleaning her stomach as prescribed before slipping down to their real target. Catherine let out a harsh breath as his thumb rubbed against her clit. Her own hand went down to stop him, hesitating as her fingers brushed his own.
“Is this really so bad?” Takeru asked, staring her in the eyes with what he hoped was an overwhelmingly handsome expression as he continued, “After all, I am cleaning you, and is it really all that different than how you cleaned me?” It was quite different, when Takeru was washing Catherine’s genitalia he better kept up the ruse of washing instead of merely doing it for the sake of pleasure. That was not a complaint the girl could raise while keeping face, and so her hands returned to her scalp as she let her guest stoke the fires of her passion.
Her eyes were entranced by the thumb rubbing her clit while the hand in general did a much better job washing the area surrounding her mound, she didn’t even notice the blond’s hungry smirk. Now that he’d broken her no touching below the panties rule and she was more horney than a fifteen-year-old boy in the girls change room Takeru was tantalizingly close to his endgame. Just a little pushing, a little plausible deniability, and he’d be good to take a real chance.
Hands lingering more than they ought to, he tested his limits and found pleasingly few. She did not object as he caressed her mound, petted her lower lips or even spread her to ‘clean’ just inside. He even managed to slip a few fingers inside he slick hole and pump a little before she looked to raise any complaints about the appropriateness of his actions.
When her face spelled trepidation he stopped, turning her around again and moving instead to her plump butt. Continuing his conundrum, she let out a moan of disappointment as his hands moved away from her needy cunt and onto her soft ass. He entertained her by slipping a hand down to her crotch every few seconds to rub her again, keeping her on edge as he reveled in her rear. He resolved to fuck this fine ass before his week was up, even if he had to abuse Hikari’s hopes to do so. It was only fair with how much effort he was going through to get the blonde.
As his hands groped her firm ass -she had done no less and could not complain- he instigated the next step of his plan. He spread her ass cheeks wide and thrust forward, letting his cock head rest at the top of her crack before dragging it down to the bottom. He only paused slightly at her sphincter.
“What are you doing?” Catherine asked, pausing her ministrations.
“Well this part’s hard to reach with my fingers,” Bullshit, his fingers were more than long enough, “So I thought I’d use something else, you made sure my dick was good and soapy so it was the logical choice.” and now to play on her fears a bit more. “Plus this way I can soothe my pain a bit while I wash you.”
It was a good minute, she paused he continued, hoping that his clumsy actions were turning her on. Catherine’s hands left her scalp, having finished washing ages ago. “Use it as you like.” she relented.
What a wonderful choice of words.
He continued his pattern a few more times, then freed his right hand to rub her pussy as his cock trailed pre on previously clean flesh. The next time his cockhead made to the bottom of her rump he pushed forward as he spread her cunt, entering her soaking slit.
The blonde realized her predicament a second too late “I didn’t meaaaughghhhhhhh.” she reached out to buttress herself on the nearest wall as her release finally washed over her. Takeru took advantage of her stunned state as he moved his hands to her waist and began to take her hard and fast, offering her no reprieve less logic overcome her basic needs and she request him to stop. The sound of wet flesh slapping wet flesh willed the shower as he ruthlessly pounded, bathing in her unhidden moans of pleasure.
Catherine looked back over her shoulder; he could not quite identify the emotion in her eyes. “I didn’t mean-uurrgh. Why didn’t yoooohhggg. I jusssssshhhhhhh, hah.” Every time she tried to form a sentence he cut her off with another bout of pleasure by either a new technique or by simply ramming himself as deep as he could go, quelling all prospective complaints before they could be voiced.
She was left helpless before the rapture of his pleasure. Her arms pushed back against his thrusts she could not quite predict, sloppily changing their rhythm. The blonde was content to succumb to his wonderful skills for now, and ask her oh so trivial questions later. Her eyes literally rolled back into her head as his hands found their way to her chest and began to manipulate the soft flesh they found.
Hoping it would never end, an offer the blond did not accept, Catherine continued to thrust back at Takeru as she moaned platitudes. This was the best feeling she had ever experienced, and she wanted to feel more, both more often and more intensely. If only the boy had started with this, she’d have more time to enjoy it before the others got home.
She pushed the thoughts of anyone else out of her head as she basked in her lover’s wonderful thrusts. Her eyes glancing back at him conveying now a clear message of pure lust. He reciprocated, pushing her over the edge of yet another powerful orgasm as her arms gave out and she went face first into the wall.
He stopped at that, pulling her away and making sure she was uninjured. Catherine didn’t realize he’d finished until she saw the white liquid leaking from her annoyingly empty cunt.
“Silly boy,” she chastised, leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. “That’s how you show a girl you like her, not all these silly games. I didn’t even realize this option was on the table.” Was that seriously her problem the whole time? He’d specifically avoided kissing her without her instigating it because she was acting so resistant to that path. Then again if she thought (as she did) that her getting naked and her pleasuring him were idea’s she was forcing on him, maybe she really didn’t realize his blatant attempts at escalation were just that.
“Besides,” she continued, “I can’t believe I just gave my virginity to a boy I hadn’t even kissed yet.”
Takeru deserved an award for the poker face he put up. That was her first time? He’d no clue with that body of hers and how devious her mind seemed to be. He briefly felt bad for forcing her into giving up something he’d always treasured as special, but then the look on her face was nothing but eager for more. So he pushed it out of his head, and replaced the idea with more sinister opportunities.
“That was amazing, I couldn’t even tell it was your first.” True, “If you want, I can teach you more about what boys are looking for in a partner.” She did want. “It would require ‘hands on’ training, and you’d have to do as I say.” She still wanted it, and Takeru locked that in, not believing his luck. Boys liked blowjobs, anal, and girls who would play with other girls for their amusement, under the pretense of helping he could now experience all that with Catherine. Not that he would limit himself to just one local dish while he was in France, but it was good to know the option would be available whenever he could work it around his family.
While they had been preoccupied in the shower, Hikari had sent her warning message to Takeru, and the pair had to hastily get ready for the impending arrival of three people who would not approve even a joke that the blonds were coupling behind closed doors, and Hikari would be coming back too.
Takeru had it easy, they were expecting him to be asleep, so the fact he’d already showered was a plus. He threw on a nicer pair of paints and a dress shirt before running interference. He stalled his grandparents by answering the regular questions, how his school year finished, how he enjoyed the plane ride, what he was planning on doing for a job. The conversation rolled like normal, although he noted Hikari kept her eyes on him for far more than was usual even for her recently. Takeru was a master at embezzling his stories, and filled his family in on many situations that had on marginal influence on their questions as Catherine waited for her opportunity to enter, pretending to meet him for the first time in years.
“Catherine,” Mrs. Takaishi stated, switching over to French “Would it be alright if Hikari stayed with you this week? We bought have an extra futon, but no open bedrooms to put it in.”
“Plus we need someone to keep her out of Takeru’s room.” Miguel Takaishi jested, well aware the Hikari could not understand his tease. Catherine gave Takeru a conspiratorial look as he bemoaned his Grand-père for ‘misunderstanding’. It was a misunderstanding; they were under the impression the virginal Catherine would also keep Takeru out of her room.
“I think I can put up with her, and I’ll make sure she doesn’t get away from me for any funny business.” A laugh was shared at the expense of Takeru and his foreign friend.
“Don’t be so rude.” Natsuko scowled at her parents. “Hikari’s been a family friend for over a decade now. And I still don’t know why we’re making the two people in this house who can’t understand each other room together.” Then she turned toward the girl who had been anxiously hearing her name repeated and recognizing little else. The woman addressed the girl in Japanese “Catherine will let you stay with her.” Hikari’s face lit up and she moved to shake the older girl’s hands behind Takeru’s back.
Thus successfully hiding the next transaction from everyone but the three of them, as Hikari pulled a rolled up tank top concealing cum stained shorts out of her purse and placed them in the older girl’s hands. They had forgotten those in the kitchen, hadn’t they?
Takeru would later learn that Hikari kept the panties in her purse, as a souvenir.
The girls shared a giggle confusing the adults in the room.
“When you are all done for the day, do you mind If I take Takeru and Hikari out again?” the blonde inquired. “They are young and may not get a chance to sample a nightlife like Paris again.”
“I suppose so,” Mrs. Takaishi admitted “So long as they’re with you their fine and won’t get into too much mischief.”
Takeru stopped himself from chortling. It would take one conversation in Japanese and one in French to have all of Catherine’s friends at his feet. Hikari’s desires were just too powerful to him when his goal was sex. He seriously doubted anyone would be able to brag of a vacation like his was shaping up to be. This time he’d remember to make it so he could refresh himself without sleep, just to be sure.
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