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mina pt 2
"Thanks for letting me borrow your leotard, Minako-Chan," the tall green-eyed girl greeted the blonde sitting there in her apartment.
"No bother," the blonde-haired woman leaned forward, placing her head on her hand, "So dish."
"What," her eyebrow twitched holding out the light pink leotard like it was a dead animal. The blonde-haired woman leaned forward even more, the busty brown-haired woman took a glance - Minako was not wearing a bra, she could see right down her loose-fitting Gucci /Chanel shirt.
"…Is it about the rumors, Kino-Chan," Minako smiled, "That you begged on your knees-and-hands a lower classman … who was on the gymnastics team, for her cute little leotard … or a piece of her underwear..."
"Would you just take it, Aino," Makoto growled being very formal about the leotard hanging from her fist.
"...that the younger girl insisted on making out with you … and to do what-ever she wanted for the rest of the week..."
"I'll kill whoever started that stupid rumor," she tossed the leotard at Minako.
"...that you feel humiliated whenever that girl orders you about in public… or when that thirteen-year-old kid constantly fondling you..."
The blonde-haired woman gave a smug smile at Makoto, who at the time decided to ignore the rumor by rooting around in the refrigerator.
“… or that you had to eat out her pussy in the P.E. storage room… that she forced you to wall around the rest of the day in your bloomers wearing her cum on your face…”
“Food,” slammed down a plate of food, “Don’t remind me! I have already punched out five people already… stupid rumors…”
The blonde-haired woman began to pick at the plate, “Yet to impress one guy … you have gotten a whole slew of offers… talk about luck!”
“What luck?”
Her green eyes had settled on the globes within her shirt, doing mental calculations on cup-size, ‘Ami is at least an A or a small B…I am a… that means Minako is a…’
“So dish,” she licked her fingers, “Tell me how it went with that boy.”
“Why should I?”
“… Payment of course…”
A smirk, as she let the sleeve slip down giving Makoto a better look, “Come on… how did it go? Or shall I talk about the rumors…”
“Fine.”
Makoto sighed, “Where do I begin….”
“Start with dressing,” down slipped another sleeve barely letting the shirt hold onto her goddess body…
(Makoto’s P.O.V.; ergo, she is the “I“)
I slipped off my clothes before the mirror, I glanced back wondering if he was peaking.
He really did not have to. There was about several cameras watching - from below getting a nice crotch-shot, from the side, from the back, from the top, and from behind the mirror…
(Makoto decided to omit that.)
I stood there cupping my nude body imagining the future, to stand there in his kitchen in nothing but a smile and an apron as his wife…
I slowly slipped up one leg and then the other into the crotch...
It was a tight fit pulling it up onto my body - god it cut so deep into my pussy…
How did Minako ever fit in this thing?
I managed to re-adjust it so that the fabric sliced up into my ass pulling them out into nice thick tight mounds.
I stood there admiring how the pink framed me - pink being my second favorite color.
The door opened behind me, I did not even notice him come in until I saw his reflection in the full-length mirror.
He licked my shoulder, “You look like something I could eat all up…”
Blushing, I ignored his hand groped around and rubbed my body all over, “I hope I don’t disappoint… cousin.”
(Makoto decided to omit the cousin-part, it would be difficult that she had a thing for her mother‘s brother‘s much older son. Or that her parents died in an airplane crash and due to the huge payout by the airline she could afford her apartment in downtown Tokyo, she tried to attach herself to her remaining family without success - only her cousin wanted something to do with her.)
“You never do,” his hands settled on the breasts, the fabric barely restraining him from touching the real thing. He rubbed them feeling every inch of my soft flesh.
“You never do, why else did I spike your drink,” his finger traced around the edge of my right nipple through the thin fabric, “I am glad you have developed so nicely.”
“You know, cousin, you did not have to do that - drugging me,” I turned around and kissed him, our tongues meeting and holding together for a long time. I broke it saying, “I would have submitted IF you asked… I‘d do anything for my cute cousin.”
(Makoto decided to omit cousin and the spiking the drink parts as well)
He looked at me for a long time, slightly tongue-tied. There was mitigating circumstances between us - his father would never give consent, not that he knew that his son was a pervert, of course his father was the actual reason for being a pervert.
We resumed kissing and groping each other…
Until the doorbell rang.
Damn it…
I was so close.
He answered it.
After a bit, he returned with a hazy smile and a blush, I resumed kissing him. His hands again caressed my breasts, stretching out every single finger in order to keep them tightly bound...
This was all to conceal him slipped off the strap off my left shoulder; there was a dazed needful look in his face.
Cooing at his tongue touching mine, the illusion was broken. He leaned down and began to kiss my exposed collarbone all the while exposing more and more of the left breast…
Slowly he moved lower, it was a tight fit seeing one breast blooming out and the other still bound by the leotard. The fabric was riding up right into the cleft of my ass...
Exposing more and more of my pubic hair... And the puffy lips that the hair surrounded…
He took the rosy pink nipple and began to suck. He kneaded the flesh around it. Coaxing it, playing with it…
"You are so sensitive..."
He mumbled keeping a hold on the exposed nipple, knowing very well that his throat was starting to coat with milk...
(That is when Minako interrupted, "Milk?" She touched her own breast, looking at it for a second, "God, I have heard of it... but... I didn't think it was actually real..."
"It happens a lot with me," Makoto flustered red. Then the taller girl resumed the story before the blonde-haired woman could continue to press the question.)
Splatters of milk dribbled from his cheeks. He brushed his nose against my un-milked unexposed nipple, "This one looks under appreciated, don't you think?"
He again latched on... I cradled his head as he began to pull at the fabric sucking it…
Before it came, he exposed the breast...
(Makoto was going to include the milking machine on that breast, but decided not to mention that he was only playing with it to tease it into deliver its creamy white nourishing liquid. It would make her beloved cousin sound like a pervert - even if he were one.)
Licking both breasts clean, he purred at me. I ached at his touch arching my back like a cat, "I like it - just like that..."
"Even if it is kind of messy," he gave a tight squeeze to the right breast.
Partially, wiggling out of the leotard, I slipped down, drawing myself to his eager erection.
(Minako again interrupted asking about size. Makoto just rolled her eyes. She really did not care about size in a guy - if he was available and willing to fulfill her dreams - who cares about size.)
I enclosed my pink lips around the tip licking it like a cherry atop an ice cream sundae. He watched as my mouth worked around it, from the sides, around the curved back, slipping up and around the groove that led to the little hole where the pre-cum was starting to leave...
Then I began to give him a hard suck. He felt so warm, his penis twitching inside my mouth. I could have held him like this forever...
Had not his fingers began to slip towards my inner folds and stroking them...
I yelped choking back a huge load of his semen, half of it landing on my face...
"You look so beautiful like that..."
That is when I pounced, landing him onto the floor...
("My, my, my," the blonde teased starting to slip off her skirt, "You are aggressive, aren't you?"
Makoto ignored the comment, though it was hard to do seeing the epitome of goddess beauty half-naked before her.)
With him on the floor, I resumed licking his penis, along the left and right sides of the shaft...
Meanwhile, he coaxed free the last bits of the leotard only to take his fingers to probe my inner folds, penetrating me slowly.
I whimpered at the intrusion wishing only to dedicate all thoughts to pleasuring his penis, yet I still thrust back onto his fingers, moving my hips in motion with them...
In a circle pursed them around, deftly making me feel so...
"More," I coughed feeling the stretching of the digits inside of me.
Then his thrust his tongue into me, I purred in response grasping my mouth around his penis…
I held on as he held onto my sex…
“Oh, oh yes,” I gurgled settling into our favorite position…
This was so perfect…
We must have spent the rest of the night like that…
Not that I minded…
(Makoto’s P.O.V. ends)
“That is so beautiful…even if you ONLY 96-Ed each other…”
Minako cooed sitting there in her panties...
The busty girl just stared at her topless friend. She paused to think of how she and he could only 69 each other, until his father’s final and last heart-attack. Part of herself hated the plans that they laid - within a week of his demise, they would marry; in three months, with the life insurance from him and what had been saved from her late parent’s untimely death the two of them would open a small bistro; in six months, their bistro would have their liquor license; in nine months, they would be expecting their daughter which they would name “Mako.”
Yet in a way, until another man showed up to fulfill the dream of a bistro and a daughter, her cousin would fit the bill…
The blonde smirked, “Something the matter?”
“Oh no,” she said like reading a weather report. She drew herself forward, hoped up on her story leaned forward and kissed Minako. Thusly, she stole a grasp at the breasts that she had been staring at…
“Kino-Chan!”
Minako pushed away and slapped her, “What was that?”
Makoto clutched her cheek forming her place back into reality, “I am sorry. Please forgive me! How can I ever…”
“… There is one way… you can forgive me,” Minako said.
This was part of the plan from the start. She knew Makoto ‘loved’ this man, so lending an old piece of clothing was nothing to help out in her love affair.
She also knew that like her, relationships never work out…
Thusly, she spread the rumors - widen the net for her friend’s love.
The blonde-haired woman kept from laughing, it was surprising out-of-character thing for her to think this far ahead but this was one way to ask, “You can kiss me again and…”
“Okay.”
“I said, “And,” she put her finger in the way, “The next boy that asks you out, instead of punching him - ask him over to your house.”
“What - Why…”
“Simple, a three-way.”
“Huh?”
“… Look at me,” Minako brushed her hand against Makoto’s breast, “I have no real luck in love... Despite being the scout of love and metal…Every man I loved is either too old…”
She paused to think of the director, placing him in the “too old” category. She thought of having him, but ruled it out, the last thing she wanted was newspapers advertising, “Great Director found dead of a heart-attack with an unnamed woman,” she regretfully becoming famous as being the “unnamed woman.” Then she continued, “Or he is evil… or he is dead.”
“Oh,” a nod, “Okay.”
She leaned forward and kissed Minako.
Their tongues dueled, wrapped around each other…
Minako smiled thinking to herself as the two made out. She went through the possibilities of matches wondering if she should just give up on men totally, “Me and Ami, brains and beauty - a good match … In then end… What of that Greg or that Ryo-boy? Doesn’t he like her or something? I would hate to be a cock-block. (“Greg” being Dub; “Ryo,” I think is subbed version. Many Garry-stu X Ami fan fictions start this way.) Me and Makoto, here. Or maybe Hotaru-Chan or Setsuna-Chan?”
As Makoto grasped at Minako’s plump nice breasts, kneading the flesh figuring her guesses of size was far off. Definitely, the leotard was an old one. The blonde-haired woman had only a couple inches less than hers…
This made the brown-haired woman overjoyed. The two girls made out, they kissed and caressed each other necks and breasts…
Makoto brushed her cheek along Minako’s slender hips thinking, ‘I have already tasted Ami-Chan, she tasted so sweet like yellow-tailed tuna… It was rather fun to think that cute innocent Mizuno Ami‘s least favorite food is yellow-tailed tuna - heh … now I am going to taste Minako… I wonder how Raye would taste, the pure virgin priestess…’
That is when Minako moved kicking the chair’s leg out under the brunette.
Slam!
Her head ached feeling the hardness of the floor. Yet that subsided with the blonde’s kisses on her stomach.
Minako was removing her skirt having rolled her out of the chair.
At first she tried to stop her. Then she leaned back against the cold kitchen floor, ‘To make love in the kitchen… maybe I can have him do that…’
Makoto moaned in sheer pleasure, the blonde had pealed away the pink panties that clad Makoto’s waist. The love goddess brushed her nose against her womanly folds. Minako worked every part of her title of scout of love…
The brunette came coating the floor with her womanly juices…
Her green eyes rolled back in pleasure not even seeing the blonde mount her placing her clit next to the brunette’s…
Minako continued rubbing their mounds together…
“Oh, yes, yes… yes… uh-uh-uh-god… yes, baby, yes…”
Minako spread her puffed lips open, slipping her taller friend’s clit within her own.
“Oh, yes, yes… oh, god, work it. I am going to cum…”
This is how she liked it…
How she touched the blue-haired actress that played ‘Ayanami Rei’ that now she constantly wished that it was Ami instead of a vapid excuse for space…
As she worked her hips, Minako thought of doing the same to Ami…
Cumming on her…
Cumming together…
Mixing each other cum…
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Canonically, according to “Parallel Moon” Kino Makoto‘s daughter by an unknown man is named “Mako” or "Makoto, Jr."
"No bother," the blonde-haired woman leaned forward, placing her head on her hand, "So dish."
"What," her eyebrow twitched holding out the light pink leotard like it was a dead animal. The blonde-haired woman leaned forward even more, the busty brown-haired woman took a glance - Minako was not wearing a bra, she could see right down her loose-fitting Gucci /Chanel shirt.
"…Is it about the rumors, Kino-Chan," Minako smiled, "That you begged on your knees-and-hands a lower classman … who was on the gymnastics team, for her cute little leotard … or a piece of her underwear..."
"Would you just take it, Aino," Makoto growled being very formal about the leotard hanging from her fist.
"...that the younger girl insisted on making out with you … and to do what-ever she wanted for the rest of the week..."
"I'll kill whoever started that stupid rumor," she tossed the leotard at Minako.
"...that you feel humiliated whenever that girl orders you about in public… or when that thirteen-year-old kid constantly fondling you..."
The blonde-haired woman gave a smug smile at Makoto, who at the time decided to ignore the rumor by rooting around in the refrigerator.
“… or that you had to eat out her pussy in the P.E. storage room… that she forced you to wall around the rest of the day in your bloomers wearing her cum on your face…”
“Food,” slammed down a plate of food, “Don’t remind me! I have already punched out five people already… stupid rumors…”
The blonde-haired woman began to pick at the plate, “Yet to impress one guy … you have gotten a whole slew of offers… talk about luck!”
“What luck?”
Her green eyes had settled on the globes within her shirt, doing mental calculations on cup-size, ‘Ami is at least an A or a small B…I am a… that means Minako is a…’
“So dish,” she licked her fingers, “Tell me how it went with that boy.”
“Why should I?”
“… Payment of course…”
A smirk, as she let the sleeve slip down giving Makoto a better look, “Come on… how did it go? Or shall I talk about the rumors…”
“Fine.”
Makoto sighed, “Where do I begin….”
“Start with dressing,” down slipped another sleeve barely letting the shirt hold onto her goddess body…
(Makoto’s P.O.V.; ergo, she is the “I“)
I slipped off my clothes before the mirror, I glanced back wondering if he was peaking.
He really did not have to. There was about several cameras watching - from below getting a nice crotch-shot, from the side, from the back, from the top, and from behind the mirror…
(Makoto decided to omit that.)
I stood there cupping my nude body imagining the future, to stand there in his kitchen in nothing but a smile and an apron as his wife…
I slowly slipped up one leg and then the other into the crotch...
It was a tight fit pulling it up onto my body - god it cut so deep into my pussy…
How did Minako ever fit in this thing?
I managed to re-adjust it so that the fabric sliced up into my ass pulling them out into nice thick tight mounds.
I stood there admiring how the pink framed me - pink being my second favorite color.
The door opened behind me, I did not even notice him come in until I saw his reflection in the full-length mirror.
He licked my shoulder, “You look like something I could eat all up…”
Blushing, I ignored his hand groped around and rubbed my body all over, “I hope I don’t disappoint… cousin.”
(Makoto decided to omit the cousin-part, it would be difficult that she had a thing for her mother‘s brother‘s much older son. Or that her parents died in an airplane crash and due to the huge payout by the airline she could afford her apartment in downtown Tokyo, she tried to attach herself to her remaining family without success - only her cousin wanted something to do with her.)
“You never do,” his hands settled on the breasts, the fabric barely restraining him from touching the real thing. He rubbed them feeling every inch of my soft flesh.
“You never do, why else did I spike your drink,” his finger traced around the edge of my right nipple through the thin fabric, “I am glad you have developed so nicely.”
“You know, cousin, you did not have to do that - drugging me,” I turned around and kissed him, our tongues meeting and holding together for a long time. I broke it saying, “I would have submitted IF you asked… I‘d do anything for my cute cousin.”
(Makoto decided to omit cousin and the spiking the drink parts as well)
He looked at me for a long time, slightly tongue-tied. There was mitigating circumstances between us - his father would never give consent, not that he knew that his son was a pervert, of course his father was the actual reason for being a pervert.
We resumed kissing and groping each other…
Until the doorbell rang.
Damn it…
I was so close.
He answered it.
After a bit, he returned with a hazy smile and a blush, I resumed kissing him. His hands again caressed my breasts, stretching out every single finger in order to keep them tightly bound...
This was all to conceal him slipped off the strap off my left shoulder; there was a dazed needful look in his face.
Cooing at his tongue touching mine, the illusion was broken. He leaned down and began to kiss my exposed collarbone all the while exposing more and more of the left breast…
Slowly he moved lower, it was a tight fit seeing one breast blooming out and the other still bound by the leotard. The fabric was riding up right into the cleft of my ass...
Exposing more and more of my pubic hair... And the puffy lips that the hair surrounded…
He took the rosy pink nipple and began to suck. He kneaded the flesh around it. Coaxing it, playing with it…
"You are so sensitive..."
He mumbled keeping a hold on the exposed nipple, knowing very well that his throat was starting to coat with milk...
(That is when Minako interrupted, "Milk?" She touched her own breast, looking at it for a second, "God, I have heard of it... but... I didn't think it was actually real..."
"It happens a lot with me," Makoto flustered red. Then the taller girl resumed the story before the blonde-haired woman could continue to press the question.)
Splatters of milk dribbled from his cheeks. He brushed his nose against my un-milked unexposed nipple, "This one looks under appreciated, don't you think?"
He again latched on... I cradled his head as he began to pull at the fabric sucking it…
Before it came, he exposed the breast...
(Makoto was going to include the milking machine on that breast, but decided not to mention that he was only playing with it to tease it into deliver its creamy white nourishing liquid. It would make her beloved cousin sound like a pervert - even if he were one.)
Licking both breasts clean, he purred at me. I ached at his touch arching my back like a cat, "I like it - just like that..."
"Even if it is kind of messy," he gave a tight squeeze to the right breast.
Partially, wiggling out of the leotard, I slipped down, drawing myself to his eager erection.
(Minako again interrupted asking about size. Makoto just rolled her eyes. She really did not care about size in a guy - if he was available and willing to fulfill her dreams - who cares about size.)
I enclosed my pink lips around the tip licking it like a cherry atop an ice cream sundae. He watched as my mouth worked around it, from the sides, around the curved back, slipping up and around the groove that led to the little hole where the pre-cum was starting to leave...
Then I began to give him a hard suck. He felt so warm, his penis twitching inside my mouth. I could have held him like this forever...
Had not his fingers began to slip towards my inner folds and stroking them...
I yelped choking back a huge load of his semen, half of it landing on my face...
"You look so beautiful like that..."
That is when I pounced, landing him onto the floor...
("My, my, my," the blonde teased starting to slip off her skirt, "You are aggressive, aren't you?"
Makoto ignored the comment, though it was hard to do seeing the epitome of goddess beauty half-naked before her.)
With him on the floor, I resumed licking his penis, along the left and right sides of the shaft...
Meanwhile, he coaxed free the last bits of the leotard only to take his fingers to probe my inner folds, penetrating me slowly.
I whimpered at the intrusion wishing only to dedicate all thoughts to pleasuring his penis, yet I still thrust back onto his fingers, moving my hips in motion with them...
In a circle pursed them around, deftly making me feel so...
"More," I coughed feeling the stretching of the digits inside of me.
Then his thrust his tongue into me, I purred in response grasping my mouth around his penis…
I held on as he held onto my sex…
“Oh, oh yes,” I gurgled settling into our favorite position…
This was so perfect…
We must have spent the rest of the night like that…
Not that I minded…
(Makoto’s P.O.V. ends)
“That is so beautiful…even if you ONLY 96-Ed each other…”
Minako cooed sitting there in her panties...
The busty girl just stared at her topless friend. She paused to think of how she and he could only 69 each other, until his father’s final and last heart-attack. Part of herself hated the plans that they laid - within a week of his demise, they would marry; in three months, with the life insurance from him and what had been saved from her late parent’s untimely death the two of them would open a small bistro; in six months, their bistro would have their liquor license; in nine months, they would be expecting their daughter which they would name “Mako.”
Yet in a way, until another man showed up to fulfill the dream of a bistro and a daughter, her cousin would fit the bill…
The blonde smirked, “Something the matter?”
“Oh no,” she said like reading a weather report. She drew herself forward, hoped up on her story leaned forward and kissed Minako. Thusly, she stole a grasp at the breasts that she had been staring at…
“Kino-Chan!”
Minako pushed away and slapped her, “What was that?”
Makoto clutched her cheek forming her place back into reality, “I am sorry. Please forgive me! How can I ever…”
“… There is one way… you can forgive me,” Minako said.
This was part of the plan from the start. She knew Makoto ‘loved’ this man, so lending an old piece of clothing was nothing to help out in her love affair.
She also knew that like her, relationships never work out…
Thusly, she spread the rumors - widen the net for her friend’s love.
The blonde-haired woman kept from laughing, it was surprising out-of-character thing for her to think this far ahead but this was one way to ask, “You can kiss me again and…”
“Okay.”
“I said, “And,” she put her finger in the way, “The next boy that asks you out, instead of punching him - ask him over to your house.”
“What - Why…”
“Simple, a three-way.”
“Huh?”
“… Look at me,” Minako brushed her hand against Makoto’s breast, “I have no real luck in love... Despite being the scout of love and metal…Every man I loved is either too old…”
She paused to think of the director, placing him in the “too old” category. She thought of having him, but ruled it out, the last thing she wanted was newspapers advertising, “Great Director found dead of a heart-attack with an unnamed woman,” she regretfully becoming famous as being the “unnamed woman.” Then she continued, “Or he is evil… or he is dead.”
“Oh,” a nod, “Okay.”
She leaned forward and kissed Minako.
Their tongues dueled, wrapped around each other…
Minako smiled thinking to herself as the two made out. She went through the possibilities of matches wondering if she should just give up on men totally, “Me and Ami, brains and beauty - a good match … In then end… What of that Greg or that Ryo-boy? Doesn’t he like her or something? I would hate to be a cock-block. (“Greg” being Dub; “Ryo,” I think is subbed version. Many Garry-stu X Ami fan fictions start this way.) Me and Makoto, here. Or maybe Hotaru-Chan or Setsuna-Chan?”
As Makoto grasped at Minako’s plump nice breasts, kneading the flesh figuring her guesses of size was far off. Definitely, the leotard was an old one. The blonde-haired woman had only a couple inches less than hers…
This made the brown-haired woman overjoyed. The two girls made out, they kissed and caressed each other necks and breasts…
Makoto brushed her cheek along Minako’s slender hips thinking, ‘I have already tasted Ami-Chan, she tasted so sweet like yellow-tailed tuna… It was rather fun to think that cute innocent Mizuno Ami‘s least favorite food is yellow-tailed tuna - heh … now I am going to taste Minako… I wonder how Raye would taste, the pure virgin priestess…’
That is when Minako moved kicking the chair’s leg out under the brunette.
Slam!
Her head ached feeling the hardness of the floor. Yet that subsided with the blonde’s kisses on her stomach.
Minako was removing her skirt having rolled her out of the chair.
At first she tried to stop her. Then she leaned back against the cold kitchen floor, ‘To make love in the kitchen… maybe I can have him do that…’
Makoto moaned in sheer pleasure, the blonde had pealed away the pink panties that clad Makoto’s waist. The love goddess brushed her nose against her womanly folds. Minako worked every part of her title of scout of love…
The brunette came coating the floor with her womanly juices…
Her green eyes rolled back in pleasure not even seeing the blonde mount her placing her clit next to the brunette’s…
Minako continued rubbing their mounds together…
“Oh, yes, yes… yes… uh-uh-uh-god… yes, baby, yes…”
Minako spread her puffed lips open, slipping her taller friend’s clit within her own.
“Oh, yes, yes… oh, god, work it. I am going to cum…”
This is how she liked it…
How she touched the blue-haired actress that played ‘Ayanami Rei’ that now she constantly wished that it was Ami instead of a vapid excuse for space…
As she worked her hips, Minako thought of doing the same to Ami…
Cumming on her…
Cumming together…
Mixing each other cum…
---------------------------------------------------------
Canonically, according to “Parallel Moon” Kino Makoto‘s daughter by an unknown man is named “Mako” or "Makoto, Jr."