Quest for Tentacles: Auditioning [Episode 131821]

“I wonder... if your reluctance to take up my offer wouldn’t come simply from the fact that you’re still a virgin...”

Nabiki’s words made Tarō involuntarily stiffen.  Images of every previous encounter with a girl he liked flashed before his mind.  Beautiful Fua Fua, which he saved from a bear.  Pretty So Fu Lan, which he saved from a wild boar.  Another cute girl he forgot the name of, which he saved from a furious ox.  As with all the others... it was love at first sight... until that hated moment, when they asked him his name... and he had no choice but to flee to hide his shame.

“... and that you don’t want your first time with a woman to be in monster form during a sex-show?” Nabiki concluded with her annoying, know-it-all tone.

Her perspicacity was grating him, but it was probably the truth.  Tarō wanted his first time to be something of significance... preferably once he would have gotten rid of his awful name.  An apotheosis, to prove the world that he could date a woman and have a normal relationship, in spite of all the adversity the gods took such cruel pleasure throwing at him....

“Well... if it’s the only problem, it can be easily solved.” Nabiki added from behind the brooding young man.

Tarō ignored her for a while, still rummaging dark thoughts, until a soft sound of rustling fabric intrigued him.  Still sitting on the floor, he glanced behind him above his shoulder, a frown on his face... which was instantly replaced by a look of shock.

“Wha...?  What...what are you doing?!” he blurted out.

“Why, can’t you see? I’m taking off my clothes, silly.” Nabiki answered impishly.

She had, indeed, unbuttoned the front of her shirt and was now sliding the garment down her smooth arms, the silky skin of her bra-clad torso coming into view.  The bob-haired girl turned around, and Tarō could see her chest was quite generous, tightly bound in the lacy blue undergarment.

“But... but... but... WHY?” he stuttered, unsteadily getting back to his feet, his gaze unable to leave Nabiki’s bosom.

“Ho, come on, Tarō-baby... do I really need to spell it to you?” Nabiki mockingly retorted.  She offhandedly untied the belt at her waist.  Wiggling her toned hips, she pushed her tight pants down her long legs until the garment pooled at her feet.  Her panties, of matching blue color with her brassiere, were rather small on her shapely hips; barely hiding her sex and the top of her buttocks, they quickly disappeared in the cleft between the round orbs of her ass.

Before the bulging eyes of the flabbergasted boy, Nabiki stepped out of her pants and walked toward him.  Tarō instinctively bolted at the approach of a woman clad only in lingerie and socks, until his back hit the wall of the room.  She brazenly invaded his personal space, standing in front of him with her chest almost grinding against his pectorals.  Her small hand went to the visage of the taller man, stroking his cheek.

“Let’s take care of your little problem, Tarō-baby...” she sexily whispered, giving him a predatory smile.

Tarō gulped.  “You-you-you’re not serious?”  Feeling the fierce blush that had invaded his face, he cursed again his own shyness around girls.

“Of course I am.  Do I look un-serious to you?” she retorted with a mocking pout.  Her eyes darting up, and a finger touching her mouth in pretense of hard thinking, she finally told him “Mmmh... maybe this will convince you....”

Leaning forward and lifting herself a bit on her tiptoes, Nabiki brought her sweet lips in contact with his, and gave him a breathtaking kiss.  Tarō’s eyes bulged even wider, and his cheeks reddened as if on fire.

The feel of her hot mouth against his own almost made the “Jusenkyō Demon” melt into a puddle of goo.  His body responded to her nearness by a shudder of delight, and his manhood by standing up to attention in his pants.  Still, he suddenly rebelled, refusing to succumb to his lust; he pushed her away, a bit roughly.  Nabiki stepped back, giving him a rather well-faked hurt look.

“If...if...if...” Tarō stuttered.  He was a bit out of breath and distracted by a sensation of warmth rushing through his whole being.  “... if you think that you can win me over for your mad scheme by just trying to seduce me, then you’re completely crazy!”

“Who’s talking about such a thing, Tarō-baby?” Nabiki testily retorted.  She was standing before him, hands on her hips and a frown on her face.  Despite her mostly-unclad stat, her expression was enough to make Tarō uncertain.

“Huh?”

“I just spotted a little stumbling block you have, which was preventing you from weighing objectively my proposal.  So, I’m just suggesting we remove that stumbling block, and then you’ll be able to give full consideration to the deal I’m offering you, free and unconstrained.  If you still refuse afterward...” (she shrugged) “... that will be your choice.”

“He?  You mean you won’t mind if I still say no?” the confused young man asked, blinking.

“Well, I’ll be disappointed, but I can rebound....” Nabiki answered, making a dismissive shrug (that incidentally sent an interesting bounce to her chest).

“Even after you... you’d... let me have sex with you?” Tarō asked suspiciously, trying to figure out this perplexing woman (and pry his gaze away from her boobs).

Nabiki gave him a leering smirk.  “Well, at least we’d have gotten both a good time out of it....” she answered, for once in full honesty.

Approaching him anew, she put her hands on his chest, touching the dragon-scale vest.  “Come on, big boy... take off your clothes....” she sultrily cooed.  Her left feet rose up, her toes and sole playfully stroking his leg through the fabrics of her white sock and his green pants.

Pansuto-Tarō was still hesitating, but the closeness with the nearly-naked, sexy body of a sultry, gorgeous, and perfectly willing young woman was enough to inflame his blood.  Virgin or not, it was something few young males could resist (unless their names were Ranma Saotome or Ryōga Hibiki).  He had wished to postpone this until he earned a brand-new patronymic, but by now his hormones were ruling this out by a majority vote.

Grunting in resolution, he grabbed the back of her head and brought her face to his.  This time, he not only initiated the kiss, he slipped his tongue inside her mouth.  Nabiki gladly responded to this, sucking on his lips, sharing saliva, and wrestling with her own tongue against the manly invader.  Her arms naturally hugged him; wandering down, her hands shamelessly groped his tight butt.

Tarō was reluctant to break the smooching.  Yet, he had to if he wanted enough freedom of movement to shed his annoying clothes, now uncomfortably hot against his aroused body.  His tongue and lips still clinging to Nabiki’s mouth, he pulled frantically at his jacket.  The girl helped him by untying the pantyhose that he used as sash, and worked on his trousers.

Soon, he slipped out of his Chinese garb and was down to his boxers, which were obviously tented.  Nabiki took a step backward to admire his lean physique, and smirked at the evident effect she was having on him.

“Mmmmh... what have you there?” she asked with a hungry smile, her gaze fixed on the bulge.  “Is that for me?  Then what are you waiting for?  Don’t be shy, show it to me.”

Nabiki’s playful tone was making Tarō somewhat self-conscious.  He toyed nervously with the hem of his shorts.  “Well, I’d like to... but you still have your underwear, too....  Why don’t you finish stripping, and then I’ll show you what I got.  That would only be fair....”

“Mmmh, impatient, are we?” Nabiki mocked.  “Well, Mister, learn that you shouldn’t press a girl into displaying her goods before she feels like it.  Don’t worry, you’ll get an eyeful, but only in its right time.” she half-seriously lectured.

Nabiki then made a come-hither sign and, walking backward, invited the boy to come to the bed.  Following her lead, Tarō moved toward her and tried to cope a feel, but she turned him around, slippery like an eel.  With a hand on his upper body, the grinning Tendō girl half-pushed, half-enticed her soon-to-be lover to sit on the edge of the bed.  “And in the meantime... I’ll make the wait worthwhile.” she promised.

Nabiki then kneeled in front of him, her taut, shapely body seemingly wanting to burst out of her panties and bra.  She grabbed his boxers and steadily pulled on them, slipping the undergarment along the bishōnen’s legs.  Now that she had bared him completely, Tarō couldn’t help but blush, despite the aloof scowl he was trying to keep on his face.  He resisted the urge to cover his crotch, though.  He might not be too knowledgeable about sex, but he could guess it would probably defeat the purpose of their current posture.

Nabiki smirked at the sight of his manhood, standing tall and erect, thanks to her wanton display and teasing.  It was of a respectable size; Tarō could easily be called well-endowed in comparison to the girl’s previous partners.  Her small hand snaked toward the proud pillar of flesh; deft fingers circled around the base, feeling its warmth and tussling the pubic hair.  Her thumb moved up and down along the big blue vein, testing the suppleness of the outer skin and the firmness of the blood-engorged tissues underneath.

Tarō groaned low in his throat from the contact.  That was the first time that a hand other than his, and a female hand to boost, was touching his organ.  It felt maddeningly good, and at the same time quite frustrating.  Nabiki clearly knew what she was doing, but she was also taking her time, not rushing things to better work him up.  He was tempted to snap at her for this; but he restrained himself, a bit afraid she would stop everything and leave him with blue balls in retaliation.

“Mmmhh... you seem to be very much virile, Tarō-baby...” Nabiki’s mocking voice complimented.  “Maybe a little too much.  You’ll never last long with such a tense woody.  We’ll have to correct that....”

His breathing a little raged, Tarō replied testily: “What do you mean, I won’t last long?  And what do you— GAH!!”

Tarō never finished his sentence, as Nabiki surprised him by leaning forward and bringing her face close to his pride.  He was just discovering how sensitive could be the bulbous head of his penis, especially to some specific stimulation.  Namely, the wiggly, warm, wet tongue of a girl.  Nabiki wrapped her supple appendage around the glans, savoring the musky flavor of his maleness.  The tip of her raspberry even slipped shortly within the pee hole, and shamelessly tickled the juncture of the mushroom cap with the shaft.  She greedily licked the venous surface from the foreskin to the balls, giving long strokes to the tasty meat, covering it in her glistening spit.

Tarō lengthily exhaled from the intense pleasure.  He let out yet another grunt, but this one wasn’t in his usual dismissive and superior tone.  He was experiencing untold bliss from the skilled mouth of the middle Tendō daughter.  The feeling was like a snug sheath was wrapping around his needy sword, encasing it in warmth and bathing it in slick drool.  He realized that it meant Nabiki was no longer just licking the knot and shaft, but had started engulfing the whole sausage in her oral cavity.

Her cheeks a bit bulging as she swallowed Tarō’s phallus, Nabiki’s head bobbed up and down above his crotch.  Her smooth lips shaped in a perfect “O”, she slid them forward and backward along the manly pole.  Inside her mouth, the twitching, bulbous head was rubbing against her palate and stroked all over by her never-resting tongue.  Droplets of pre-cum landed on her tasting buds, foreshadowing of more to come, to the delight of the orally-fixated girl.

With no apparent hesitation, Nabiki gulped down the whole length, making it disappear from view.  Perfectly controlling her gag reflex, she took the big oak to the root.  Her lips were reaching the base of the mast, the pubic hair touching her nose as it poked his pelvis.  Her throat came into action, the snug hole squeezing the top of the prick, enclosing it within fleshy walls that massaged the cock like nothing had before.  At the same time, her fingers delicately toyed with the testicles, stroking the sensitive skin.

This was more than Tarō could endure.  With a strangled groan, he felt the intense feeling of the orgasm radiating in his whole body, overwhelming every of his senses with bliss.  At the same time, the unstoppable sensation of release was rising from his balls, bursting through his shaft, and erupting at the tip in a mini-geyser of sperm.

Nabiki didn’t miss a beat of the fellatio, even when the first powerful spurt of manly juices shot down her tube, straight into her stomach.  She showed amazing control of her gag reflex by keeping her hot mouth clamped around the penis, not letting a drop of the tasty cream escape her lips, swallowing everything greedily.  She kept milking the young man for all he was worth — though, for once, not of money.  She used her skilled throat to squeeze the last droplets of seed out of the bulbous head, until Tarō’s tool was sucked dry and deflated in surrender.  Only then did she allow it to leave the warm, wet, wondrous embrace of her mouth.  Thin threads of drool momentarily linked the softening organ to her smirking lips, before she licked them clean with a deft tongue.

Tarō panted nosily, looking down in disbelief at the shameless young woman who had just given him his first blowjob.  He was feeling more floored than he ever did, even after a titanic battle with Happōsai.  His chest heaving, he slowly got back his respiration under control, still quite unsure that what happened to him was real.  It sure looked like it was too good to be true.

“So, Tarō-baby...?” Nabiki asked with a grin.  “Was it good for you?”

“Hu... yeah...” Tarō reluctantly admitted.  It was certainly an accomplishment for the Tendō girl, considering this was coming from a guy who’d certainly prefer having his teeth pulled out rather than giving a compliment to anyone.  “I... I guess you are serious about it, finally....”

“Why, of course, big boy.” she answered regally, while standing up before him.  “Were you doubting it?”

Tarō didn’t answer directly, just staring intensely in her eyes.  He still had a hard time figuring out this woman.  “Does this mean you are... ready to go all the way, too?”

“That’s a given.” she replied matter-of-factly, crossing her arms under her lovely chest.  “As I said, I have no doubt your stumbling block is mainly coming from your virginity.  I have to help you get rid of that if I want you to honestly consider my request.”

Tarō’s uncertain expression was finally replaced at this instant by a slightly lecherous grin.  Despite whatever suspicions he still had about Nabiki’s motives, this was too great an opportunity to pass up.  Under the bitter and hardened martial artist façade, there was nonetheless a randy teenager waiting for his moment.  No way he was going to miss doing the nasty with a babe as sexy and desirable as the middle Tendō daughter.

“Then... why are you still wearing those rags?” he asked leeringly, his finger pointing at her bra.  “You promised that I’d got to see everything before the end.” he reminded her.

Nabiki shrugged.  “Maybe, but there’s no hurry right now.  Experience told me that it could take some time before even a young stud can get it up again....”

“What?” Tarō mumbled, a slight frown on his face.

“Yes, as limp as you are now, it’ll be a good fifteen minutes before you’d be ready anew.”  She sighed longingly, looking elsewhere.  “I wonder what I could do to kill time in the meanwhile....”

Tarō’s eyes twitched, though he could tell she was just teasing him.  That little minx sure knew how to get a guy riled up.

“Come here!  I’ll show you killing time!” he snarled.  Tarō grabbed Nabiki’s arm, and not-too-ceremoniously yanked her onto her own bed.  She landed on her back, bouncing on the mattress in more ways than one.

“HEY!  Careful, you brute!” she protested.  “If you break my bed, you’re paying for a new one.”

Tarō blinked, nonplussed for a second by the inane threat.  But then he grinned, in echo to Nabiki’s own smirk.  It was clear this little fox liked fooling around, and was enjoying this as much as him.

He straddled her hot body and leaned down to capture her lips.  Nabiki responded heartily to the kiss, tonguing him back and tussling his dark brown hair with her hands.  Tarō’s nude body rubbed against the girl’s nearly-naked one, getting great enjoyment just from the carnal contact of their hot skin.

When he broke the kiss, the Chinese lad was feeling mightily impatient to finally see the mercenary girl in her full glory.  Rising up, he grabbed the piece of fabric linking the blue cups between her breasts, and began to pull.  But Nabiki slapped his hand hard before he could rip off the undergarment of her chest, glaring at him.

“The same is true of my underwear, Tarō-baby!  That bra cost a lot.” she warned.

Still, she could tell when a horny hunk was nearing the breaking point.  She knew it was time to grant him his wish.  Wiggling underneath him to lift her torso a little, she reached behind her back with both hands, and unhooked the fastener.  The eager young man helped her slipping the straps past her arms, before tossing the bra aside.  At last, her luscious melons were bared to the world, and Tarō stayed mesmerized for a short while by the sight.  The pair of full, round, toned, appetizing boobs, with brown areola topped by pointy nipples, seemed to be calling out for him.

Then, acting on instinct, both his hands went to the mounds of pliant flesh and started kneading them.  He felt the supple mammary tissues give way under his fingers, and Nabiki let out a soft moan from the groping.  She squirmed beneath Tarō as he molested her milk jugs, letting out short sighs of excitation.  He suddenly leaned down, and engulfed the top of a delicious breast in his mouth.  His lips began to suck and pull on the succulent baby-pacifier, while his tongue flicked all over the erect nub.  The squirming and erotic moans of the Tendō girl increased with that, though part of it might have been faked.  Nabiki was simply aware that it stroked a man’s ego to give some vocal encouragements.  Besides, it wasn’t like she got no pleasure from this at all.

After a short while spent sucking on Nabiki’s teats like a young calf, Tarō finally switched his main center of interest.  He moved from atop her and kneeled next to Nabiki’s beautiful legs.  Grabbing the sides of her small blue panties, he slipped them down her hips and thighs, while she helped him by raising her bottom from the bed.  The undergarment traveled down all the way to her feet, leaving Nabiki clad only in her white socks.

The mercenary smiled and opened her legs, offering her neatly-trimmed crotch for Tarō’s concupiscence.  The boy licked his lips at the sight of her tempting sex; the outer labia, slightly red and puffy, were tantalizingly parting due to the posture of her thighs, giving a hint of the pinkish, wet interior.

Groaning, Tarō took his aching cock in hand.  It was back to semi-hardness thanks to the foreplay, and he couldn’t wait anymore to bury it in warm female flesh.  Settling between Nabiki’s spread legs, he aimed the turgid tip of his manly weapon at her vulva.  Clumsily trying to align it with her love hole, he brushed the bulbous head against her slit.

Nabiki frowned at this.  She hadn’t expected him to try sticking his meat in her so early.  Bending a leg at the knee, she brought the sole of her foot against his shoulder before he could penetrate, and pushed him away rather roughly.

“Not so fast, buster!”

Surprised, Tarō almost fell from the bed and grasped the cover in reflex.  Balancing himself, he glared at the infuriating girl.

“What the hell’s gotten into you?!” he barked out in frustration.

“For now, nothing yet.” Nabiki replied flatly, sitting up.  “If you believe that I’m going to let a clueless virgin push his dick in me before I’m ready, and pump into me like some dumb machine, then you’re dead wrong.”

“WHAT?  But you said....” Tarō began to protest, incensed.

“I said that I will be taking your virginity.” she retorted, pointing a thumb at her chest.  “As a first-timer, it’s not your place to take the lead.  Until you know your way around a woman’s body, you leave it to me to handle the job and set the pace.  Understood?”

Tarō grunted, still glaring, but reluctantly nodded.

“All right then, big boy.”  She smirked, strutting her nude, slinky shape as she crawled toward him.  “Now, lay on your back, and let your Nabiki-chan have her ways with you.”

Tarō was still scowling, but the prospect of finally getting some tail from that sexy bitch won over his annoyance.  For now, he was too excited to lose time by bickering with her, and didn’t resist when she nudged him until he rested on his back in the middle of the bed.

Nabiki naughtily appraised her soon-to-be-lover, looking at his beefy frame just as lustfully as he was staring at her naked, curvy, gorgeous shape.  She lazily took off her socks, tossing away these last garments, leaving her as bare as he was.

“First things first, Tarō-baby...” she started, trailing off as she turned around. Lifting a leg up, she surprised him by straddling his face.  “... you get me ready for riding that staff.  Come on, don’t be shy, use your tongue.” she urged him with mirth in her voice.

Tarō was nonplussed for a short moment as female loins covered his face, a heady, musky fragrance filling his nostrils.  He didn’t stay idle for long, though.  His hands instinctively went to her firm ass to keep her bottom in place, the fingers digging into the tender flesh of the buttocks.  His mouth went to work on her womanly flower, tongue slithering between the blood-engorged petals to sample her nectar.  Finding out he didn’t mind the taste, he licked with gusto at Nabiki’s honey pot, lapping hungrily at her inner folds for the juices coating them.  The stimulation was quickly helping the quivering love tunnel from getting moist with lubricant fluids

Nabiki purred from the inexperienced but enthusiastic tongue-lashing she was receiving.  Bending down until she was leaning fully atop Tarō’s body, her boobs squished against his belly.  Her hand went to his manly pole and her digits wrapped around it, rolling up and down the elastic skin-covering that enclosed the blood-engorged tissues.  Her thumb toyed with the prepuce, and the tip of her index finger caressed the pee hole.  Making sure he was perfectly erect for the deed to come, she also gave some playful licks to the glans.

Tarō groaned into Nabiki’s cunt, his hands squeezing her butt cheeks harder.  He couldn’t take it anymore; he was burning inwardly from frustrated needs and pent-up lusts.  Mercifully, Nabiki got the message — and deemed them both quite prepared.  His proud mast was hard as an iron bar, and she was herself leaking enough to drown Pantyhose Guy.

Lifting her bottom from his face, Nabiki moved from their sixty-nine position.  Turning around on all four before straddling his lap, she prepared herself for riding Tarō cowgirl-style, facing him.  Kneeling with both legs on either side of his hips, her back straight, her pussy was hovering right above the turgid head of his cock.  Taking hold of the manly organ with her right hand, she aimed it at her snatch, and grinned for the soon-not-to-be-virgin-any-longer boy.

“Ready for the main event, Tarō-baby?” she asked, winking saucily.

His voice betraying him at the moment, Happōsai’s godson just gave a nod as an answer.  He was entranced by the view of Nabiki’s wondrous body, about to get impaled on his rod.  His hands instinctively went to her thighs and stroked the smooth skin.  He made no gesture to rush her, though; he was quite convinced she wanted it as much as him.

Nabiki didn’t disappoint the horny martial artist.  Still guiding the shaft, she parted open the wet lips of her needy vulva with the fingers of her left hand.  Closing her eyes and cutely sticking the tip of her tongue out of her mouth, she lowered herself with a little moan.  The mushroom cap slid between the pink folds, swallowed by the warm and welcoming entry.  The remaining of the stalk gradually followed, girl juices dripping on it to ease with the friction.

Pansuto-Tarō took a sharp intake of air as he discovered the marvelous feeling of encasing his asoko in snug female flesh.  Nabiki’s vessel was tight and hugging around his swollen organ, slowly descending upon it inch by inch.  The Tendō girl let out a delighted sigh — one that wasn’t faked in the slightest — from the meat injection stretching her tender pussy.  Her hands left their joined sexes, not needed anymore now that the penetration was well underway, and went to her bosom.  Her fingers cupped and massaged her breasts, as much for her own pleasure than for the enjoyment of her partner.

Nabiki’s loins finally came to rest on the pelvis of the bishōnen, and the tip of his penis hit bottom inside the genital canal, tickling her cervix.  The young woman arched her back, throwing her head backward.  Pinching her nipples harder, she opened her mouth for a strangled cry of fulfillment.  The Chinese boy groaned too, jaws tightly shut, overwhelmed by the new sensation.  He was regretting more than ever to have shied away every time he had rescued some girl, rather than heartily welcome their gratitude.

Tarō’s hands moved from Nabiki’s thighs, still stroking the smooth skin in passing, to wander over her firm derrière, before reaching the curvy hips.  The bob-haired girl straightened her neck, settling back into facing her lover.  Her breathing still a bit quick, she nonetheless closed her lips to give him a smirk.  Getting the un-worded message he was giving her by the position of his palms, she began rocking atop of him.

“... mm... mmf... mmff... ah... ahh... aah... aahh... aaha... ooh... ooohh... ooOHh... oooOOHh....”

Nabiki’s moans, at first stifled by biting her own lips, became lengthier and deeper in pitch as her bouncing was falling into a steady rhythm.  Her slick, puffy twat was sliding up and down around the thick and venous mast stuffing it.  Tarō groaned too from the pleasant exertion.  He instinctively began to push his hips upward in counterpoint with the girl’s downward moves.  His spike pumped regularly into the delicious sheath, the bulbous tip spearing the narrow passageway, hugged on every side by the throbbing inner folds.

Nabiki let go of her boobs to steady herself with both hands on Tarō’s chiseled chest.  She leaned forward in doing so, allowing the manly ram to switch position and reach deeper in her core.  A sharp, uncontrolled yelp escaped her lips at the sensation.  Her usually controlled face was now twisted in a guiltless expression of bliss, eyes closed, mouth open and tongue heart-shaped.  Wisps of hair were waving rhythmically around her cheeks, and her now-free breasts were gainaxing along the exact same frequency.

Tarō watched in awe as the luscious tits hypnotically swayed, the supple mammary flesh undulating to and fro under the combined forces of gravity and inertia.  His gaze lingered on the fast-moving nipples for a while, before wandering all over Nabiki’s nude, sweaty, sexy shape.  He still had a hard time believing a woman could be so wanton and shameless as to bed him, just to help winning his help for her pornographic, moneymaking scheme.  Not that he was complaining; he couldn’t care less if her motives were completely selfish and if she was using him like a mere dildo.  Doing the ecchi with the mercenary Tendō girl just felt too damn good.

The young man groaned deep in his throat, the grip of his hands tightening, his fingers digging deeper in her curvy hips.  Tarō’s restraint was seriously wavering, since he was getting closer and closer to the edge.  Nabiki increased the rhythm of her rocking in response to his urging.  Her naughty bottom jounced faster and faster, making wet, smacking sound with each impact of her loins against his lap.  Long moans, loud sighs and high-pitched cries of ecstasy were now streaming non-stop from her wide-open mouth. 

“OOOH!  AAAAHH!!  MMMMMHHH....  OH YES, YES!  FUCK ME!  FUCK ME HARDER!”

Tarō’s eyes popped out of his skull when he heard the dirty talk, astonished by the enthusiasm she was showing in banging him silly.  He threw his head backward on the pillows and gritted his teeth while grunting.  The pleasure he was experiencing, each time Nabiki’s womanhood gobbled his shaft to the root, was plain incredible.  It was like dozens of tiny digits were fingering every square inches of his phallus, as her vagina nicely contracted around him.

The young man was convinced he was about to climax, when unexpectedly Nabiki fell down on him, plastering her malleable chest against his hard torso.  Their lips met, and the Tendō girl hungrily smooched his face.  A bit out of breath, Tarō nonetheless responded to the kiss.  His arms wrapped around her back and he hugged her hot, sweaty shape close to his.

His problem, however, was that although they were still joined at the hips, she wasn’t moving as much as before with this new position.  And the male was absolutely desperate for release after such intense intercourse.  So, moving on autopilot, he took over the job of screwing, thrusting his hips upward to better drive his needy prick in her cunt.  He knew, on an instinctual level, that it would only take very little stimulation for him to reach the ultimate bliss.  Yet his movements were limited by the weight pinning him down on the bed.

Nabiki trembled in his grip during the last round of their heated coupling, each stroke of his dick sending a jolt through her frame.  She was herself very close from the Nirvana, and knew it would take very little to bring her over the edge.  Still messily licking and kissing Tarō’s face, she drifted to his cheek, and then to his ear.  In doing so, the boy’s golden earring slipped in her mouth, and she playfully nibbled at it.  Excited by the taste of gold, Nabiki suddenly lurched, and a muffled scream escaped her lips as she came.

Happōsai’s godson felt pain in his earlobe when the climaxing girl pulled on it.  But he didn’t let this distract him from the intensity of the moment, because he too was reaching his peak.  The unexpected tightening of Nabiki’s internal muscles around his reproductive tool was the last straw.  Letting out an animalistic growl, he tensed from head to toe in the throws of the orgasm.  His swollen balls opened the dam to a generous amount of sperm, rushing inside his manly hose with great pressure.  He didn’t stop pumping into her even as his penis squirted sperm in her pussy, producing sloshing sounds from the squeezed juices escaping from the slit.  Tarō spent what felt like an eternity emptying himself in the Tendō girl, whitewashing her womb with his cum.

They both shook against each other for a bit in the aftermath of the coitus, before finally settling down in exhaustion, their sweaty bodies mingling together.  For a while, the sole hints they were still alive were the heaving of their chests and the panting sounds of their breathings.

At last, after several minutes of rest, Nabiki rolled from atop her lover and lay on her back next to him.  Lazily passing a hand in her hair, mated by perspiration, the lascivious nude girl sighed in contentment.

“So... did you enjoy your first time, Tarō-baby?” she finally asked, her voice a little breathless.

The Chinese bishōnen just emitted out a noncommittal groan in answer.  Though it might have been more a sign of his tiredness than of his usual aloofness.  Nabiki smiled; she didn’t need him to articulate his approval to know he had had a good time.  Just like herself, in fact.  As she’d expected, it had been great fun to liberate the hunk of his virginity.  Whatever was his choice afterward, she wouldn’t regret it.

Once she deemed him rested enough (and before he’d drift into sleep, like most ingrate males did), she gave Tarō a little reminder:

“Now... you are free to reflect about my little proposal... without any silly hang-up... since your sexual insecurities are taken care of, thanks to me.”

Pansuto-Tarō opened his eyes, absentmindedly looking at the ceiling.  He grumbled “Mmh... yeah... that’s true.”

“And...?  What will be your choice?  Don’t take too long to decide.  I have to know if we can schedule you for the show, or if I got to search elsewhere.”

“Well...” he began, “I can’t say I’m not interested...” he admitted, starting to roll on his side to face Nabiki, “... but I think I’ll need... a little more... convincing.”

So saying, he finished to roll over the Tendō girl, and covered her smaller frame with his muscular body.  Nabiki giggled, her arms circling his neck and her legs spreading around his hips.