Tarou's Tales

Well, here’s the second chapter. Sorry I’m out of clever comments; I’m kinda out of it, what with the Cold from Hell and all. Seriously, what kind of head-and-chest cold lasts 25 DAYS?!

Oh, and I have another little thing; the triplets can now be told apart by a hair clip that each wears: yellow for Lemone, orange for Malone, & green for Melone. That and the slight differences in their voices and personalities enables Tarou (and everyone else) to tell them apart.

DISCLAIMER: This show & its characters are not mine.
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CHAPTER II – LEMONE:

As morning came and consciousness returned, Tarou opened his eyes to the sight of Marielle, his blue-haired angel, sleeping beside him. He leaned over to kiss her lightly on the lips, and a few seconds later she awoke, and her deep-blue eyes met his brown ones. A few seconds later, she blushed and moaned lightly; as she did so, Tarou felt a hand start to lightly grip & squeeze his shaft, causing him to groan a little as well. He figured she was pleasuring both him and herself as well.

Then Marielle moaned “Oh, Tarou-sama… keep doing that”. At this his eyes shot open and he said “Wait a second… I’m not doing it. Are you touching me?” “Uh… no”. They both lifted the covers a little… and saw three pairs of golden-yellow eyes staring up at them: Lemone, Malone, & Melone.

“Good morning!” the triplets shouted, and Tarou & Marielle immediately flushed and reached to cover each other, both shouting at the same time “WHAT ARE YOU THREE DOING HERE?!” The triplets crawled up closer to them, snuggling up to the both of them. “We’ve been waiting for you two to get together” said Lemone. Malone continued, “And now that you have, we want to offer you something”.

“L-like what?” Tarou stammered out, to which Melone replied “How to better please yourselves and each other; how to get to know your own and your partner’s body better, so you can have even more fun together!” “Um…” Marielle mumbled, “Could you explain more, please?”

“Gladly!” replied Malone, “for the next three nights, one of us teaches Tarou-sama, while the other two counsel Marielle. By the end of our little lessons, you two will know how to really keep each other going”. “There’s one condition, though” said Lemone, “and that is… on the night that each of us gets Tarou, that one of us gets to fuck him!”

At this, Tarou’s eyes shot wide open and his face turned beet-red. “N-nani?!” He looked to Marielle for support and answers, and she said, almost cheerfully, “Hmm… okay!” and Tarou’s jaw dropped a little. “M-Marielle?! Are you… are you sure it’s okay?” to this, she replied with a smile “Sure; they deserve it after all they’re going to do for us… and to us”.

With that, the triplets squealed with joy and latched onto Tarou & Marielle, pulling them into a group hug… which they used as an excuse to give a few playful squeezes to Marielle’s breasts and Tarou’s crotch & ass. “Just one question” Tarou stated, “How do you three know… what you know?”

Malone scoffed lightly and said “Oh, come on. We’ve looked up so much stuff online, and experimented with ourselves – and each other – so often, that we know just how to make a person of either gender beg for mercy” As she said this, her hands reached down to their genitals, and within just a few seconds, she had the both of them panting lightly, unsure of what exactly she had just done.

“The meetings will be at 9:30 every night for the next three nights” said Melone, “Marielle, meet up with your two in our room, while Tarou’s girl for the night will meet him here. Alright, now let’s get you two dressed and out for breakfast!”

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That night, Tarou sat nervously in his bed, clad only in his boxers as instructed as he waited for the first triplet to arrive. He had also laid down a towel over the sheets, as told. Soon enough, the door creaked open, and in slipped one of the girls, clad only in a pair of light-pink panties, her bare breasts seeming to mirror her long, deep-red hair as both swayed ever-so-slightly with each movement.

“Good evening, Tarou-kun” she said, her voice revealing her to be Lemone, as she climbed onto Tarou’s bed and crawled up to him. “Well then, shall we get started?” “H-Hai” he nodded bashfully, “w-what’s first?” “Tonight,” she replied, “I’ll be teaching you about mutual masturbation; how to please a girl’s genitals with your hands… and, if you do well, how it feels to be pleased by a girl’s hands”.

She then grabbed hold of the waistband of his boxers and revealed his manhood (or boyhood, considering his age), semi-limp but ever-so-slowly stiffening. Tarou blushed deeply as she stared for a few seconds, and then Lemone reached for her own panties and slowly, teasingly, pulled them down, revealing her area, shaved bare for the occasion (just for reference, Marielle wasn’t shaved, but the hair down there was sparse; something genetic or somethin’-or-other, I-dunno).

She lightly pushed Tarou to where he was leaning against the headboard, and she then leaned into him, pressing him up against the wall. “Now then…” she said, “let’s begin. First, we need a little foreplay to make sure I’m wet enough”; that way Lemone said this so casually had Tarou wondering what exactly she was thinking, but his thoughts gave way as she leaned in and kissed him.

Tarou was a little surprised; after experiencing Marielle’s gentle, inexperienced kissing, Lemone was quite a change of pace, taking charge very quickly. She pressed her lips firmly to his own, moaning as, with one hand, she reached back and began rubbing herself, while the other softly stroked Tarou’s chest.

Several seconds in, Lemone gently “shoved” her tongue into Tarou’s mouth, causing him to moan and sigh a little as she caressed his tongue with her own. Just as Tarou was to the point where he was almost fully hard, Lemone pulled away and said, in a husky voice, “I’m ready”.

She turned around and leaned against Tarou, resting her back against his front. “Now,” she said, “reach around the front of me… with whatever hand you want to use. I suggest your dominant hand, though; you don’t want to get tired in the middle of it”. He reached around with his right hand and rested it on Lemone’s smooth stomach.

“Next, start to slowly slide it up and down my pussy”. Tarou complied, and as his index and center fingers slid up and down, Lemone moaned and whimpered, resisting the urge to thrust her hips forward. “Good…” she panted out, “now… now go a teeny bit faster, and – nn! – m-move around a bit more. A-Also, slip a fingertip in every now and then”.

He followed her instructions, and Lemone’s moaning, sighing, & whimpering intensified a little, and Tarou found the sounds were starting to arouse him. “N-now…” she whimpered out, “find the little nub at the top. That’s the… clitoris; it’s – aah! – the most sensitive part. When p-pleasing a girl, don’t touch there until – ooh! – until she’s a-already like I am now, or it’ll be too much for her”.

Tarou followed Lemone’s instructions, lightly brushing against the nub that was just coming out of hiding; as soon as he did, Lemone screamed lightly, before turning to look at him. “D-don’t stop!” she begged, “Keep going!” Tarou continued his ministrations, and soon the girl was a moaning, writhing mess in his hands. Her breath came in staggered gasps and long moans, along with the occasional whimper and what sounded like a ‘mewl’ from a cat as she thrusted her hips forward periodically.

When Tarou sensed Lemone getting close, he slipped three fingers inside her while pressing on her clit with his thumb. This was enough to send her over the edge, and she came, crying out and shaking as her walls clamped onto his fingers and sent ripples of pleasure through her lower body.

When Lemone finally calmed down, she turned to Tarou, a slightly-goofy smile on her face. “Very good,” she panted out, “now for your reward”. She grinned mischievously, and then switched their positions, resting her back against the headboard and pulling Tarou’s back against her chest and stomach.

It was a perfect fit, Lemone felt; Tarou’s thin body seemed to mesh with hers, her breasts pushing against his upper back, her chin resting on his shoulder, her legs entwining with his, holding them apart, her arms wrapping around his thin waist. She nibbled on his ear lightly, causing a small groan to escape from his lips, before she reached her left hand down to his crotch (yes, I’m making her a leftie; got a problem? No? Good, ‘cause I’m a leftie, too).

Tarou moaned as Lemone’s hand grabbed hold of his cock, and she loved how it felt both hard and soft at the same time. She slid her hand up to the top, and then quickly slid down, earning a gasp from her young charge. She repeated the action, working into a slow-but-steady rhythm that began to ever-so-slowly quicken.

Tarou was soon gasping, moaning, & whimpering just as Lemone had been, leaning back into her as she continued working his shaft, combining sliding and squeezing with the occasional flick at the head, while her right hand traced small circles on his stomach and played with his navel, and she lightly sucked and planted butterfly kisses on his neck.

Lemone reached her right hand down and began lightly fondling his balls, occasionally switching between that and pressing her knuckles into his perineum; the combination of sensations had Tarou writhing in her arms, cute little noises almost constantly emitting from his lips.

As she felt him beginning to jerk and twitch more, she increased the speed at which she worked, sliding her hand up and down quickly while she massaged his perineum with her other hands. After a few seconds of this, Tarou’s back arched and he cried out as he came, spurts of cum flying out onto the towel as his entire body trembled with each shot, a long, strangled moan making its way out of his throat as Lemone expertly handled him in a way to prolong his orgasm as much as possible.

As he came down from the orgasmic high, Tarou was reduced to a puddle in Lemone’s arms. “Woah…” was all he could mutter, to which Lemone giggled. “Now, let’s get to the final round”. She grabbed the towel and threw it off the bed, and then put the pillows back near the head of the bed. She lay down on her back, reaching her foot out to Tarou and using it to work on his crotch. Before long, he was hard again.

“Tarou-sama,” Lemone said teasingly, “I’m ready”. She spread her legs and raised her hips (read: Blossoming Flower Missionary), giving him a great angle to enter. Going slowly due to his nervousness, Tarou moved in, slowly inserting himself into Lemone, causing both of them to moan out.

He slid in slowly until about ¾ of him was inside her, panting slightly from the still-unfamiliar sensation. She gave out a pleasured moan and a smile as she reached up and cupped his cheek in her hand. He slowly slid out and then back in again, slowly increasing in speed until he got a rhythm that both were comfortable with.

Before long, they were getting more into it; Tarou was holding on to Lemone’s thighs for leverage, while Lemone was thrusting her hips in rhythm with his; all the while, both were making assorted sounds freely; moaning, whimpering, gasping and panting in synch.

Before long, the pair was close to cumming, and Lemone could tell, both from the increasing tightness inside her and Tarou’s sudden burst in speed. As she felt herself on the edge of orgasm, she wrapped her legs around Tarou’s hips and pulled him in as deep as he could go, burying his cock up to the hilt inside her.

The sensation of this made her come, her back arching as she screamed out in pleasure, her inner walls convulsing in wave-like contractions. The combined feeling of Lemone pulling him in and cumming on him made Tarou release as well, crying out as he hunched over, his head resting on her chest as he continued to thrust erratically.

After they both stopped cumming, Lemone pulled Tarou up to her level, snuggling against him with her arms wrapped around his chest and hips – a position that Tarou bashfully mirrored with her. She kissed him and whispered “That was better than I’d hoped, Tarou-sama”. At this, he blushed and muttered “Arigato”.

As the two drifted off to sleep, in the triplets’ room, Marielle, Malone, & Melone watched and listened to a hi-def screen feeding to a camera hidden in Tarou’s room’s nightstand. The sisters had brought Marielle and themselves to orgasm watching the show, which they had watched and listened to for the entire duration, and Marielle had memorized the actions Lemone had performed upon the boy.

“Tomorrow is my turn,” Malone said dreamily, “I can’t wait!”
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Well, that’s chapter 2. Tune in for Ch. 3… if I can fit it in, since I have a massive (seven-page) report due by the end of November… hey, I’m a freshman; I’m not used to college’s high standards yet. Plus I have a cold. Ah, well; please read & review.