Ami Mizuno: Sailor Maid

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Ami Mizuno: Sailor Maid
Part Three: Shingo's Friends Come to Play

By Atlas


Ami woke slowly. She was lying on her side, her breasts firmly enclosed in a pink cotton bra. She inhaled deeply, her ample chest swelling and pressing Shingo’s head further between them. She looked at the clock on the bedside table. It read nearly eleven in the morning. Ami sighed, reminding herself not to get used to sleeping in late like this. Beneath the covers, she could feel her matching panties just barely hug her waist, in great danger of sliding down her hips.
“Mmm…Ami…”
Shingo’s mumblings caused the scantily clad girl to freeze. Memories of the past day rushed back at the speed of light: the photographer, the photos he took, the blowjob he made her give, her first sexual act with another person, the bikini he made her wear, what he made her do with that unknown girl…Ami’s entire body blushed at that memory. But it didn’t stop there: coming back to Shingo, changing for him, and finally submitting to his gentle touch and forceful words, the long makeout session following that, the bath where she gave him sucked him off, then changing into these skimpy panties and falling asleep in his arms after yet another trio of hours where he lay on top of her and kissed her, feeling her body all over.
Ami felt humiliated. She had given a complete stranger and an eleven-year-old boy blowjobs in the very same day! Ami could not stop from blaming herself and did so with a perverse sense of shame. She had voluntarily put on a tiny rubber bikini and had seduced a boy four years younger than she. Not once in the past few days had she worn anything modest in the least: not one skirt that went below her knees, nor one top that hid her bountiful breasts. The fact that wore what Shingo told her to wear was of little consequence in her mind. Feeling like a complete whore, she shivered involuntarily. That only caused Shingo to pull her closer to him in his slumber.
Looking down at the young man, Ami could only feel shame. “I’m such a disgusting pedophile,” she whispered to herself. The poor girl berated herself for giving into her carnal desires.
Shingo took that moment to wake up himself. After nuzzling his nose in between Ami’s lovely breasts, he looked up at her. “Good morning, my perfect maid.”
“Shingo, I-”
He pulled her into a kiss. All of Ami’s protests melted away as he took advantage of her inability to resist him. He pressed her onto her back and she gave way, letting him lie on top of her. The thin cotton of his briefs did little to hide the bulge straining against the barrier as it poked into her slim tummy. Shingo ran a hand through her short blue hair, deepening his kiss as he thrust his tongue into her defenseless mouth. Closing her eyes, Ami sighed happily as she felt his other hand slide under her flimsy bra to molest her magnificent globes. The modesty and embarrassment she felt earlier was a distant memory as Shingo’s hands made her feel safe and protected.

The feeling was not to last. Shingo opened his eyes and looked over at the clock. He quickly broke the kiss, despite his desire to continue longer. Looking the startled girl in the eyes, he asked, “Ami, why didn’t you tell me it was eleven? I have friends coming over soon!”

The teen gasped. She couldn’t let anyone know about what was happening, and Shingo’s friends were the biggest gossips in the school! She’d be the laughing stock of the entire school, and her mother would kill her. Shingo stopped her thoughts with a finger to her lips. “It’s not your fault, Ami. I know maids like you aren’t very smart, but you make up for it in so many other ways.”

He kissed her again before she could process the backhanded compliment. It was the first time someone had deliberately said that she wasn’t smart, and she didn’t know what to think about that. But the way he kissed her…Ami sighed happily again.

Shingo stood and climbed out of bed, throwing the covers back. “Come on, Ami, we need to take showers. You first. My friends will be here in less than half an hour!”

Of course, he had timed it so that they would have to rush. He intended to take full advantage of Ami’s insecurities about her body. The hurried girl ran into the bathroom, her delightful breasts bouncing in the confines of her thin bra. Shingo followed her in, strolling in casually. Ami was aghast. “Shi…Shingo…I need to take a shower!”

Shingo frowned. “I know. I was the one who told you that, remember?” Sighing at her flushed expression, he sat down on the toilet. “But like I said, it’s okay. I knew before that you weren’t the smartest girl, and it’s not a big deal. I’m in here so we don’t waste time. Now get into that shower!”

Ami, clearly frightened of Shingo’s new aggressive tone, immediately got into the shower and shut the curtain. She hesitated before pulling off her underwear, knowing that only a thin curtain separated him from seeing her completely nude body, especially her virgin pussy. But his threat spurred Sailor Mercury into action and she quickly doffed her underwear, placing it on the counter next to the shower. Shingo promptly took her unmentionables and walked out into the bedroom, leaving the door wide open. “What are you doing?” Ami squealed.

“I’m getting your uniform for today. You have five minutes to shower or I’m coming in there to finish for you.”

As Ami showered, she found that her hand continually drifted to her crotch. She couldn’t help herself, continually distracted by the prospect that only a thin curtain separated her from her young lover. The mere thought drove new lust into her loins. By the time she finished her shower, she was reasonably clean, but extremely wet. She had to be careful lest her juices begin to drip down her thighs. Holding the curtain against her body, she looked around for a towel to cover herself. Droplets of water dripped off her wet hair.

Smiling brightly, Shingo stood there with the only towel in the bathroom. He held it just out of her reach. She held out a hand, holding the curtain with the other. “Please, Shingo…”

“If you want this towel, dear, you’ll have to earn it.”

“How?”

“A kiss.” With that, he walked towards her and placed his lips on hers, wrapping an arm around her back. As always, she accepted the kiss without resistance, even as his finger slipped down lower to her unprotected rear. Getting there without difficulty, he gave her butt a playful squeeze and broke the kiss. “Now, my perfect little maid, why don’t you get this-” he said, patting her firm rump, “into the bedroom and get dressed.”

He handed Ami the towel, and she promptly wrapped it around herself. Stepping out of the shower, she walked into the bedroom and found the very same outfit that she wore her first day: her maid uniform and her gag-pair of leopard-design silk bra and panties. Not wanting to make Shingo any more upset than he already was, Ami thought it best not to ask questions. Again, she went without the bra, knowing that ample cleavage would be showing off but not wanting all of his friends to see her bra. The panties would be tough to avoid exposing, but she hoped that there wouldn’t be much commotion to warrant bending to pick things up.

Little did she know how much Shingo had planned for her. When he finished his shower, he walked back into the bedroom and dressed, looking once more at his submissive little maid. She was dressed the same as she was a few days ago, but something was different about her. The uniform fit her more appropriately, her head was downcast, her hands clasped in front of her. She looked more and more like a proper little maid, and Shingo intended for that change to become permanent. He leered openly at her slim thighs and flat tummy, letting his eyes become lost in her deep cleavage. Motioning for her to sit down on the bed, he sat next to her, placing his arm possessively around her waist and cupping her chin with the other.

“Ami, you have been a fantastic maid. But today you’ll be taking a very important test that you must pass if you want to become a complete maid. And you do want to become a full maid, don’t you?”

Ami nodded, unable to meet his gaze. Her whole body trembled in anticipation, something that Shingo didn’t miss. He continued. “Today is your first test as a maid with people other than just me. Good maids must be able to make sure that crowds of people have a good time, not just their Masters. So I invited some friends of mine over and told them that you’re trying to become a maid and that they should help test you. Now, I don’t want you embarrassing me in front of my friends, or I’m going to have to spank you in front of them. No complaining, Ami. Good maids don’t complain, no matter what happens. Got it?”

The intimidated girl nodded silently. Shingo smiled compassionately and stroked her rosy cheek. “Now, you know that I’m doing this for your own good, Ami. You’ll never learn to be a good maid if you just practice with me. Aren’t you glad I did this?”

Ami looked away. “Yes, Shingo,” she whispered. She felt so confused, so helpless. Maybe Shingo was right: maybe she wasn’t the smartest girl after all. If she couldn’t even follow orders without complaining…

“Ami! Stop daydreaming!”

Shaking her head, she banished the thoughts of following his every order from her mind. “I’m sorry, Shingo…what were you saying?”

“Ami, you’re acting more and more like an airhead all the time. I know you want to be a maid, but you don’t have to be a bimbo to be one.”

Shocked at the tone of his voice, all that she could manage to do was blush and look at her feet, hoping her short blue hair hid her eyes. “Sorry, Shingo. I’ll try and do better.”

“I’m glad you think so,” Shingo replied. “Now, I want to see if you can actually take orders. Take off my pants and do what you did in the bathtub last night, Ami.”

Aghast, Ami scooted back. She continued crawling until she nearly fell off the bed. She couldn’t make a sound; her vocal cords were frozen. He had just ordered her to give him a blowjob! Sure, she had fantasized about being ordered to do something like that before…but she had never actively entertained the possibility that he’d actually order her to! Her thoughts were scattered, completely disorganized; a far cry from the shy, academic girl that had entered through those doors three days ago. Nor was there more proof of this than the path by which all those thoughts found themselves advancing to.

Obedience.

Ami couldn’t deny his demand; the thought didn’t even enter her mind. The only comment she could stammer out was, “But…but your friends…”

“Will be late, as usual,” Shingo interjected quickly, sensing victory. He crawled to the center of the bed and sat back on the pillows. “The more time you waste not doing what I tell you, the less time you’ll have to finish.”

Shingo knew that there was no need to rush. His friends would wait outside until he opened his bedroom window, which was the signal to approach. But Ami didn’t know that and that illusion was all that she needed to be spurred into action. She crawled towards him, very aware of the deep cleavage that she was clearly visible under the tiny maid top. He didn’t hide his leer and she didn’t object. Her trembling fingers reached out to grip the zipper of his pants and he batted them away.

“Sit on my chest, Ami. I want to try something.”

Ami quietly complied. She could feel her thighs trembling as she straddled his narrow chest and rested her knees under his arms. Her tiny little skirt did not have nearly the length to avoid exposing her silk undies with her legs spread as they were, a fact that both boy and girl knew. All of Ami’s worst fears were confirmed when she felt two small hands on her butt, softly kneading the tender flesh. Shingo’s voice was harsh. “Well, what are you waiting for, Ami? Weren’t you the one that wanted to get this over with?”

Gulping slightly, Ami slid her hands towards the bulging crotch, drawing down the zipper and causing the bulge to press ever closer to her face, constrained only by his briefs. Reaching down, Ami’s trembling fingers tugged at the underwear just enough to cause his erect member to spring out, full as life, inches from her mouth. She could feel its hardness in her hand as she gripped it tightly, almost as if to confirm what was in front of her was real and not some illusion. As she slowly wrapped her lips around it, she could feel his fingers probing her silk panties, outlining the designs on the sexy lingerie. As he did so, a shiver ran up her spine, realizing that she was engaging in a full-blown sexual act. There were no delusions this time: he had ordered her to suck his cock and she was willingly doing just that. What bothered her wasn’t that she was performing fellatio under orders; she had grown accustomed to that. What bothered her was that she was beginning to enjoy it. Her admittedly shy nature was still there, but when she was alone with Shingo, she felt freer when he was ordering her around than any other time in her life. The irony hadn’t escaped her. She began sucking on the small, yet firm organ, her deep cleavage heaving as she began dripping at his touch.

Another part of her mind was not so compliant. It screamed at her that what she was doing was wrong, immoral, disgusting. She was being a pedophiliac, and that she should be ashamed of herself. Sure, he was giving the orders, but Ami was obeying, dressing up in skimpy outfits that she knew would succeed in seducing him. True, he had seduced her, taken advantage of her in every way, but it was she, the older, that gave into his advances. It was her responsibility to put this wrong right.

The first part of her mind, the part that was happily sucking him off, countered that the best way to apologize for ‘seducing’ him was to give him a great blowjob. It was the first time that Ami had ever thought of oral sex for a favor, but it wouldn’t be the last. While her mind was rationalized sucking off a preteen boy, he had slipped a finger into her sopping wet panties and had slid it right up her tight virgin butthole.

Being penetrated focused Ami back on the present like a lightning bolt. The surprise made her gasp audibly, which caused Shingo to thrust upwards and further into her throat. She tried to look backwards, but only succeeded in having him dig a little deeper with his finger.

Shingo sighed happily, nearly bursting with glee at the control he had over the horny girl. “Mmm…you’re getting so great at this, Ami. You’re going to be a real pro soon.”

Ami felt her heart swell with pride. He said she was doing better! She was being a good girl! That one compliment erased any reservations about letting him penetrate her tight little back door with his finger. She grimaced slightly as his finger wiggled into the tight opening. The only thing she could do was suck harder and she went about that with gusto, even as she felt one of his hands grasp the waistband of her silk panties. All she heard was a slightly muffled “They’re in the way” before she felt them sliding down her rump and thighs, settling around her knees.

Every fiber of Ami’s being screamed at her that this was wrong. She was Sailor Mercury, not some sex kitten! How had she gotten into this ridiculous situation? Her entire body tensed up as she fully prepared to stop sucking Shingo’s cock and tell him that she had had enough. But something stopped her. The first bead of the boy’s pre-cum dripped onto her tongue in just the right spot. She realized something extremely important at just that moment and it kept her mouth riveted onto Shingo’s iron member.

She didn’t like the taste of his semen. She loved it. Never before had she tasted anything so delicious before. Sure, she had sucked off two men before, one of them being Shingo. But she had never really tasted his sperm before this very moment, just seconds before she was about to stop everything. The realization paralyzed her. The feeling of Shingo’s breath on her exposed pussy put to rest any thought of stopping.

Once again, Shingo had to hold himself back from screaming out in joy. He had taken Ami’s skimpy panties off and she hadn’t even stopped blowing him! For the first time, Shingo gazed upon the schoolgirl’s completely bare womb, glistening with sweat and her own feminine juices. Leaning forward slightly, he placed his hands on her curvy and still developing hips, Shingo exhaled deeply onto the puffy labia. He felt her entire body shudder. Not knowing just how close he came to overplaying his hand, he took a chance and dove forward, thrusting his tongue into her aching pussy lips.

Ami moaned without an ounce of reluctance. She closed her eyes and let herself settle onto Shingo’s mouth, wrapping her tongue around his shaft and pumping his cock vigorously with her small hand at the base. She rationalized to herself that many of the most brilliant women in history had been married, they must have done something similar, and so it wouldn’t hurt if she did too. Ami could feel Shingo’s tongue brushing up against her virgin hymen and shuddered, amazed at her own submission and wondering if she’d be able to resist him if he told her to give him her virginity. The mere thought sent an extra shiver down her spine that Shingo noticed and responded to eagerly. He could feel himself getting closer to an orgasm and wanted to make sure that Ami didn’t come. He wanted her perpetually horny all day, so that when the time came, she would be too aroused to say no to anything. It was the first time he had eaten out a girl and he had no idea how close to coming Ami was, but he didn’t intend on letting her reach her peak.

Not yet.

He pulled his tongue out of her glistening love canal, licking his lips at the sweet taste, then gripping Ami’s hips more tightly as she begins tickling his cocktip with her tongue. “Oh, Ami, my little maid…that’s perfect…I’m so close…keep going…”

Slightly disappointed at having him withdraw from her, Ami tried to refrain from admitting how much she had enjoyed his tongue in her folds. A voice from the back of her mind reminded her that her role as a maid was to give pleasure, not hog it. Reprimanding herself, she focused completely on sucking him off, feeling more precum drip onto her tongue. What followed was a torrent of male sperm shooting itself into the back of her throat, causing her to gag reflexively. Still, she held her ground admirably, and soon found her mouth nearly full with Shingo’s semen swirling around in her oral cavity, trying to decide if she should spit it out or swallow it.

The reply didn’t take long to force her decision. “Don’t you dare spit it out, Ami…I don’t want my nice sheets all messy.”

Ami blushed, berating herself for even considering a different possibility. Slowly, with gulp after gulp, she let the sticky liquid slide down her throat into her stomach. After remaining in that position for a minute or two, she felt Shingo slide underneath her and off the bed, leaving her there on her hands and knees on the bed. She looked over to see him holding a camera and aiming it directly at her. “What are you doing?” she frantically squealed.

Shingo was completely calm. “I’m trying to get a before-after photo so we can compare how you look before and after this next test. Now stay still.”

Ami hesitated. It was obvious that she was not in a very photogenic position: she was on all fours on Shingo’s bed, her panties around her ankles, wearing a skimpy maid outfit whose skirt barely covered her otherwise nude cunt, left her stomach bare, and showed off deep cleavage. White stains were obvious around her mouth from the blowjob she just gave Shingo, and the camera would capture every inch of that. If that photo were to get into someone else’s hands, it would be undeniable proof of what she had done with Shingo and she would be fully exposed.

But he had given her an order. She did her best to look appealing as the flash filled the room. Shingo grinned at another private victory: having Ami voluntarily let him take humiliating photos of her, and it barely required any coercion! Ami had been easy enough to convince to go along with his schemes beforehand, but here she had basically gone ahead and let her blackmail her without a peep of protest! Not that he planned on using it, of course, except perhaps to help seduce his sister Usagi. But right now, nothing could go wrong for Shingo. He was in heaven. And he was about to send Ami to a hell of humiliation. He opened the window, signaling to his friends on the ground to approach, and put the camera and the instant snapshot in his desk. He walked over to Ami and affectionately petted her cheek. “You’re a wonderful maid, Ami,” he told her. “I’m sure you’ll pass the test with flying colors.”

Just then, there was a knock on the front door. He smiled and patted his maid on the head. “Well, aren’t you going to go get it? You might want to pull your panties up first, though. Unless you want all my friends to think you sleep around.”

Blushing a deep shade of red in shame, Ami pulled her sopping wet panties over her dripping snatch, causing it to mold to her figure underneath the puny skirt. Absently, she licked her lips, taking the last of Shingo’s sperm into her mouth as she dashed downstairs, her unconstrained breasts bouncing freely. Brushing some of the slightly damp hair out of her vision, she opened the door wide.

The three boys had only half-believed Shingo when he had told them of his plan, not thinking that there was any conceivable way that their buddy had snared Ami Mizuno, the most sought after girl in Juuban High. When she opened the door wearing a skimpy little maid costume, her hair damp, breasts heaving, and more skin showing than not, the boys believed every word Shingo had told them. They all looked at each other for a minute in confusion, not knowing exactly how to approach the situation. Thankfully, Ami provided the means they sought. “Are…are you Shingo’s friends? Here to…umm…test me to be a maid?”

The tallest boy, all of eleven, took control of the situation. Stepping forward confidently, he met Ami’s eyes levelly, as he had gone through an early growth spurt. He addressed her with a condescending and superior tone. “You’ve already failed your first test. Maids do not meet their bosses with eyes up. Your eyes should be looking at the floor, to show that it is you who is the maid and we who are your bosses. Not only that, you used Shingo’s name too familiarly. He’s Master Shingo to you, or just plain Master. He’s the one that you’re a maid for, and so you are his maid and he is your Master. Got it? What is with maids these days? Are you trying to be a bimbo or just slip into the part too naturally?”

Startled, the young Sailor Mercury stepped back and immediately cast her eyes downward, noticing her respectable cleavage and how interesting the floor suddenly looked. “I…I’m sorry, sir…”

“Mister Tenka will do,” the tallest boy said. He stepped into the house further, striding right up in front of Ami, except now the girl seemed much smaller than the boy four years her junior. He spoke with a cultured tongue for one so young. “Let me introduce my friends and other judges: Kouji and Shinga. My associates and I are here to be proper judges of your…” he paused to look up and down at her exposed body before sneering, “character…”

The other two boys stepped forward. Both Shingo’s age, they were both more obese than the slim Shingo and lanky Tenka. They were both rather unattractive boys, and Kouji had a rather serious case of acne. Ami felt disgusted at both boys and completely intimidated by the coolly confident Tenka. She did her best to keep her feelings to herself, though. “Wel…welcome, all of you. I’m Ami Mizuno, and-”

Tenka cut her off. “I know who you are, Ami. We all do. Do you honestly think Shingo would be so stupid as to make us judges of your maid skills if we didn’t know who you are?”

Ami looked back up at him, shaking her head sternly. “Oh no, I would never think that Shingo was stupid about anything and-”

Aggressively, Tenka wrapped a hand around Ami’s neck and pulled her close to him, snaking his other arm around her exposed waist. Their noses were so close they nearly touched, and Ami was paralyzed by his hot breath on her lips. Her arms hung limply at her sides. “Shingo told us all about you, Ami. I feel like I know you…intimately.”

He tightened his grip on her and kissed her on her red lips forcefully. Taken completely off guard, the poor maid leaned into the kiss on reflex before realizing that she was kissing a boy she hadn’t known two minutes ago! Putting both her hands on Tenka’s thin arms, she pushed him away with great effort. “What…what are you doing?!!” she asked him exasperatedly. She had to take a moment in the middle of the sentence to inhale some fresh air. Tenka was a very aggressive kisser.

Snarling, Tenka pushed Ami back into a wall. Her entire body was quivering. As Sailor Mercury, she had faced off horrendous monsters before, but never had she felt as vulnerable as she did at this exact moment. Tenka advanced on her with an angry look on his face. “I’ve been here two seconds and you’re already this close to failing, Ami! You don’t greet people at your door with respect, and now you refuse your boss something he wants? How dumb of a maid are you?”

“But…but you kissed…kissed me…” Ami replied meekly.

“Of course I did!” Tenka shot back. “How do you expect me to find out how good you are at taking orders if you can’t do what I want when it’s so obvious! Maids have to know their masters well enough to know what they want before hand, Ami. How are you going to be a good maid when you refuse to do something when it’s put right in front of your face? Maybe Shingo was wrong: maybe you are just a bimbo.”

Ami’s mind was swirling with emotions. On one hand, she was glad that Shingo didn’t think of her as a bimbo; on the other, she could see Tenka’s point. One small part of her rebelled, saying that he was just tricking her, but she continued to ignore such un-maid-like thoughts. They had already gotten her in enough trouble as it was. The truth was that Shingo had told Tenka to say that, because it would draw Ami closer to Shingo, making her think he actually respected her.

Tenka pointed upstairs. “I’m going up to see Shingo and figure out what he wants us to judge you on. Until I come back, go wait for us on the couch and practice your kissing with Kouji and Shinga. Sit on their laps while you do it, as punishment for saying no to me earlier. Got it?”

Looking over at the two ugly boys, Ami almost blanched. The thought at practicing her kissing with these two disgusting boys who were only ten years old each was petrifying. But the thought of Tenka being angry and telling Shingo that she had failed as a maid was too much to bear. Nodding slowly, Ami trembled in her reply. “Yes…Mister Tenka.”

Nodding, he went up the stairs and left Ami with the other two boys, both of who had huge grins on their rather chubby faces. Taking each of her hands, they led her to the living room and sat down on the couch. Kouji, the boy with chronic acne, patted his lap first. Ami gulped as she noted the obvious bulge in his pants, but slowly walked towards him and sat down on his lap, grimacing a bit as she could feel it rubbing against her silk panties. The skirt was too short to attempt to bring it underneath her. Sitting perpendicular to him, she smiled weakly.

Kouji was absolutely delighted. Here he was, a kid that couldn’t even get a girl his own age to give him the time of day, and now this beautiful, mature goddess was sitting on his lap and smiling at him! He immediately wrapped his greasy little hands around her slim waist and pulled her up against him, relieving the pressure on her crotch from the strain against his pants, but causing her breasts to nearly spill out of the skimpy garment and onto his chest. It took but a glance to notice the delicious cleavage only centimeters from his pimply face. Leaning forward, he kissed her deeply on the lips. He was much more of an amateur than either Shingo or Tenka, and Ami could tell easily with the way he rubbed his pimple-ridden face all over hers, causing the two to shake their heads uniformly back and forth as she tried her best not to gag. She shut her eyes, trying to block the ugly image out of her head and think that it was really Shingo kissing her, but that image failed utterly the second Kouji flattened his lips up against hers, pushing hers apart so he was more or less kissing her gum line while shoving his tongue sloppily into her mouth. No, she was kissing an ugly, rather pudgy boy, whose hands began to quickly wander over her scantily clad body as he sloppily suffocated her mouth with his. She could feel him rubbing her back, letting one hand stray over her little tummy and poking her belly button, hoping he’d keep his hands away from her most sensitive and private of places.

To her delight and his dismay, that was exactly what he did. He and Shinga were under strict instructions to refrain from groping Ami anywhere so obvious that it would give the whole game away, but were still allowed to run their wandering little hands over her midsection and back, just enough to arouse her in conjunction with the ordered make out sessions. Ami wondered just how long she was going to have to keep this up for.

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Tenka was in no rush. They had the entire afternoon to play with her, and he wanted Kouji and Shinga to warm her up for Shingo and he. Stepping into Shingo’s room, the tall boy shut the door and nodded to Shingo, who had since laid back in his bed with a huge smirk on his face. Tenka hopped on the bed. “You know, at first I didn’t believe you when you said you snagged Ami Mizuno of all people, but wow!”

Shingo nodded. “I was just amazed at how fast she liked me. It wasn’t nearly as hard as I thought it’d be.”

“Really? Well, what about your sister…”

“Usagi?”

“Yeah, her. If she’s as easy to break as Ami is…”

Shingo chuckled. “If you want to go for her, go ahead. I won’t stop you. I’ll even help you out. She could use her trap shut. But she seems a little tougher than Ami. She’s a whole lot more of a brat.”

Tenka shrugged. “All the better, then. I like a challenge. And when I do get Usagi, I’ll invite you over in thanks of today’s little fun. Speaking of which, why did you want us to come over? It takes time out of your fun with her. Not that I’m complaining.”

Leaning back against the pillows, Shingo looked up at the ceiling. “I want her to be so hot, so aroused, that by the time you guys head home she won’t be able to think straight.”

“And then you’ll…wow, dude. You’ve got the hottest girl in all of Juuban in your pocket and you’re willing to share her with your buddies. You’re one hell of a pal. You’ve inspired me for sure.”

Shingo and Tenka shook hands. “It’s a deal, buddy. Can’t wait to see my sister as your maid.”

“You and me both, buddy.”

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By the time Tenka finally came back downstairs, Ami was a complete mess. Her entire body was a bright red, and sweat covered her body. Her lips were puffy from overuse and her jaw hung open slightly from such constant strain. Her hair had dried out from the shower but was damp again with sweat, as the constant make out sessions had driven her body to near-exhaustion. Long ago having replaced the uncomfortable and awkward position of facing perpendicular to her kisser, Ami now straddled Shinga’s waist, though still appeared to be extremely reluctant to do so. One of his hands was wrapped around her waist, the other playing with her short blue hair when Tenka placed his hand on her soft thigh. She immediately broke the kiss and turned her head to look at him in shock.

“Enjoying yourself, Ami?” he asked. Without giving her a chance to deny the question, he continued. “As much as I’m sure you are, it’s time to do some actual work. Follow me into the kitchen, Ami; it’s time to work on your serving skills.”

Both boys sighed, particularly disappointed, but too grateful to even have the opportunity to make out with a catch like Ami to complain. They knew how lucky they were at this prospect and didn’t want to do anything to ruin it.

Once Ami and Tenka were alone in the kitchen, he tossed her an apron. “Put it on,” he said simply.

Ami said nothing, but simply did as she was told. Her entire focus was on her sticky cunt and drenched panties. Tenka stamped his foot down. The apron did nothing to cover any more of her exposed body, as it ended above mid-thigh, just like her tiny little skirt. “Maid! I’m talking to you! When I say something, you reply. Wow, you really are an airhead. You’re lucky I don’t fail you right now!”

“So…so sorry, Mister Tenka. I was thinking about…” Ami began to reply, then stopped. Could she tell him that she was thinking about being fondled by two ugly, disgusting boys while making out with them in this whorish outfit? That wouldn’t sound very good at all.

“Thinking about something other than your job, which is to serve your Master and his friends,” Tenka sneered. “Now I’m going to be twice as hard on you. I want you to start making lunch…soup and sandwiches should be simple enough for a little bimbo like you.”

She nodded slowly, her cheeks red with embarrassment. “Yes, Mister Tenka.”

As soon as she turned around, however, she felt hands whip up her short little skirt and begin massaging her rump. She gasped and gripped the kitchen counter in surprise. “Not so easy to do your job when you actually have something distracting you, now is it?” the boy sneered. “Let’s see if that pea-sized brain of yours can actually get something done when you have to worry about something else.”

Ami was shocked at the liberties he was taking with her, but a quick pinch of her soft butt cheeks was more than enough to galvanize her into action. She scooted around the kitchen, doing her best to prepare soup and sandwiches with Tenka fondling her the entire way, his hands focusing mostly on her butt and thighs but wandering around to her exposed tummy and up to her breasts as well. By the time the abused girl was finally finished, the entire kitchen reeked of her womanly juices. She placed the sandwiches on a plate, putting the soup separately on a tray at the edge of the counter. Tenka had to exercise superhuman restraint not to rip off her clothes right then and there. He had a role to play, after all. He was a little disappointed that Ami hadn’t completely collapsed under his molesting, but buoyed by the fact that she was sweating from head to toe and glowing slightly with her arousal. He made no effort to hide the bulging hard-on in his pants and Ami couldn’t help but notice it. She gulped slightly and turned away to distract herself with putting all the food on a tray. Smirking and pressing himself up behind her, he pushed the bulge in his pants up against her rear, under the tiny skirt. It was the first time Ami had felt something like that so close to her rear end. Tenka boldly grasped both her breasts in his hands and whispered into her ear. “You’ve done pretty well for a bimbo, Ami. We might just make a decent maid out of you yet.”

The embarrassed girl could feel her heart jump into her throat. She leaned forward over the counter, dreadfully frightened, which only served to press her delightful butt further into Tenka’s crotch and her teats into her grip. He bent forward with her, nibbling her earlobe while her mind desperately tried to come up with some excuse, any excuse, to get out of the situation. She found it harder to form any kind of coherent thought, her usually able mind slipping while her sopping cunt took more control of her thoughts. “The…the soup’s…getting cold…” she managed to choke out.

Tenka smirked. She wasn’t complaining at all that he was fondling her most sensitive of places, but simply that she was failing in her duty as a maid. He backed off, grabbing her by the hand and spinning the disoriented Sailor Scout around to face him, then pushed her roughly up against the counter and kissed her passionately. Ami’s eyes widened in surprise, her hands gripping the side of the counter tightly, her breasts heaving as she felt his hands again wander to feel her butt. This time, however, her butt cheeks didn’t tighten in fear as they usually did. She also began to use her tongue more actively, letting it roll around in her mouth as Tenka’s invaded her oral cavity with his own. Running his hands up to her shoulders, he pushed her down lightly. Ami’s legs, already weak enough from his advances, collapsed beneath the pressure and she fell to the floor, her legs spread haphazardly and breaking their liplock. Grinning, Tenka shoved his foot between her legs, pressing the tip of his shoe right into Ami’s crotch, under her tiny skirt. Ami looked up at the imposing Tenka fearfully. “Why…why are you doing this?” she asked, her voice a mere whisper of what it was just minutes before.

“Because I want to,” Tenka said simply, driving his foot further into her defenseless crotch. “And as a maid, that’s all you need to know.”

Ami shut her eyes and put both hands on his shin, trying desperately to push his foot away from the continued thrusts. Tenka noticed the tray sitting on the edge of the counter and, timing another push into Ami’s nether regions, tipped the entire tray and its steaming contents onto the defenseless blue-haired girl. Ami squealed as the hot contents poured all over her body, spilling into her hair, down her cleavage, over her stomach, and down her legs. Before she could ask Tenka why he did such a thing, he put a finger to her lips. “Now, now, Ami, why did you do a thing like that?”

“But I…”

Shaking his head, Tenka continued to weave his lie. “You were enjoying yourself so much that you kept banging yourself against the counter and the vibration tipped the soup over. You silly maid, you can’t properly serve your guests dripping with soup all over you. Go upstairs, get yourself cleaned up, and ask Shingo what you should change into.” Tenka looked at his watch. “I’m timing you.”

Too flummoxed to disagree, Ami scrambled upstairs. Tenka laughed at the teenager’s misfortune. The poor girl, in a ridiculous amount of haste, nearly fell over twice as she stumbled up the stairs. She threw open the door, only to find Shingo laying back on his bed, his right hand gripped tightly around his cock and his left holding a tissue in front of it. “Ami…” he moaned. Hearing the door slam open, he bolted upright. “Ami!” he shouted. “What the hell are you doing? Are you too stupid to knock first?”

Aghast at his display and the ferocity in his voice, the soup-covered girl blanched, looking at the floor. “I…I…Tenka told me…to get changed and-”

“Did he tell you to open my door without knocking?” Shingo shot back.

“Well, no, but-”

“So you had no right. Get in here now and wash that soup off you in the sink. And take off that maid uniform. That’s Usagi’s, you know, and she won’t like that you got it so filthy.”

Without a second thought, Ami let the sticky skirt slide down her shapely thighs to the ground. The top was more trouble, since she wasn’t wearing a bra, but a stern look from Shingo was enough motivation, and it quickly followed its matching garment. Ami stood in front of Shingo in nothing but her silk leopard-design panties. Shingo smirked when he saw her cover her breasts modestly. Even after all they had done, she still had some semblance of decency. ‘All the better,’ he thought. Hopping off the side of the bed, making no attempt to hide his erection, Shingo opened up her underwear drawer and began looking through it. “Go and get washed, I said!” he told her sternly.

Humiliated at a ten-year-old rooting through her underwear, but too fearful to speak up about it, Ami ran over to the bathroom and began washing her face. Shingo rolled his eyes and began leafing through her unmentionables before finally finding the bra to match her panties. As soon as she dried herself off, he tossed the bra at her. “Here, put this on,” he said. “I’d give you clothes, but you don’t deserve them after breaking into my room like that. You have no one to blame but yourself, Ami. Now put that bra on and get back down there. You’ve already humiliated me in front of my friends long enough.”

Ami looked down at the floor. A single tear ran down her cheek as she donned the push-up bra. She walked up to him, his erection the only thing between them. “Are you crying, Ami?” he asked.

“All…all I wanted to do…is to be a good maid…for your friends…” The girl’s nerves were near a breaking point. She had undergone so much stress over the past two days that her entire body was trembling. For the past forty-eight hours she had been on a constant stream of arousal, fondling, skimpy costumes, and fellatio. Ami’s repressed sexual desires were dueling with her lifestyle up until this point and the schism was tearing her apart. She slumped to her knees and buried her head in his chest, sobbing. Her mouth was inches from his cock. “Shh…” he cooed softly, pressing her head down slightly.

Ami felt the now-familiar feel of Shingo’s cock-head against her lips. Choking back another sob, she did the only thing that felt right: she opened her mouth and let herself sink down onto his member. She felt Shingo’s hands wrap around her ears and head, cutting off her hearing. All the same, she sucked on his shaft harder, wanting to make up for her earlier humiliation. The fact that she enjoyed sucking him off with each time she performed fellatio on him struck her and made her all the more eager to please him. Tears continued to run down her cheeks, but they quickly turned to tears of joy as the reality of what was going on dawned upon her. She looked up at him, her eyes wide and trembling. Shingo looked down at her and smiled. He patted her on the head and she closed her eyes, letting the sensation of his hard member in her mouth take up her concentration as he sat down on the bed.

Tenka, having grown rather impatient at his little slut-maid in training, appeared in the doorway. He took one look at the situation and gave Shingo a thumbs-up, who promptly returned the gesture. The only thing that Ami noticed was that her panties were completely saturated with her own juices, which had now overflowed and were running down her thighs, eliciting a little shiver from the cock-sucking Sailor Scout. Bobbing her head up and down on the hard organ, she barely even felt embarrassed anymore when he moaned out her name loudly; in fact, she was flattered. She sucked harder.

Shingo gripped her hair tightly. Ami was becoming an expert cock-sucker at an astonishing rate, and it wasn’t long before he blew his load off into her mouth. Ami remained glued to his cock, doing her best to swallow the enormous amount of sperm traveling down her throat and into her stomach. Finally, he released her, pulling her head off his softening member. “Are you feeling any better, my little pet?” he asked kindly, stroking her blue hair.

Ami, to her own amazement, nodded. She did feel better. Shingo smiled. “Now, that’s a good girl. Go downstairs and go see Tenka. You still have to finish your maid test.”

The girl nodded, wanting to stay with Shingo but eager to help him look good for his friends. Shingo smiled as he crawled into bed. “I’ll be right here when you finish.”

Very aware of the fact that she was stripped down to only her risqué bra and panties, Ami felt quite self-conscious in front of Tenka, Kouji and Shinga. She could feel their eyes leering over her nearly nude body, taking in all of her curves. Tenka had a rope in his hands, something that made Ami incredibly nervous. He beckoned her to come over to him. “Ami, that took a very long time,” he told her. “Now come over here. For your punishment, Kouji and Shinga have volunteered to try out their new knot-tying techniques on you. And now that Shingo wisely decided not to let you wear that dirty maid’s outfit, it’ll be easier.”

Ami gulped. She saw the looks of lust on the ugly boys’ faces. What worried her even more was when Tenka held a handkerchief to her mouth. “Put this in your mouth, Ami,” he told her. “Some of the knots will be uncomfortable and I don’t want the boys distracted by you complaining about the ropes being too tight.”

With a trembling hand, Ami took the cloth and put it in her mouth. It left little room to move her tongue and her only protest was a deafened mumble as Tenka ripped off a piece of duct tape and put it over her mouth, making the gag soundproof. “I don’t want you changing your mind halfway,” Tenka explained. Ami’s trepidation grew.

Each boy took a hand and led Ami to the family room, where the increasingly fearful girl noticed that none of the blinds were down and that anyone at the front door had a pretty fair view of what was going on inside. She tried to protest, but her gag cut off all communication. She found herself swiftly forced to her knees as the boys yanked on her arms, bringing her down on all fours. She felt her arms pulled behind her and pushed up parallel to each other, making her already perky breasts push out further. A rope wrapped around her forearms three times, tightening them closer together. She looked at Tenka alarmingly, who just patted her head. He stood mere inches away from her as the two boys continued to capture her in rope bondage. Tenka’s bulge was so close that it nearly pressed up between Ami’s eyes as Ami felt one of the boys run the rope under her crotch, pinching her butt as he did so. Tenka smiled. “The boys learned a lot of interesting rope techniques, didn’t they?”

Kouji yanked hard on the rope, causing Ami to wince as it rubbed against her panty-covered crotch. He rubbed his cheek against hers. She could feel the rough texture of his problem acne and it made her quiver as he wrapped the rope around her neck, making her feel even more vulnerable. Shinga whispered into Ami’s ear as he ran the rope twice around her, once above and once below her breasts, letting his hand stray over her ample chest much longer than necessary each time as he tied the final knot after tightening her thighs to her calves around each leg, binding her ankles together loosely.

The boys pulled away to survey their handiwork. All three of them were amazed at what they had just done: bind and gag Ami Mizuno, the hottest girl in Juuban Junior High, wearing nothing but a hot piece of lingerie! Barely a peep registered from the helpless girl. The trio knew it was time to press their advantage. From his backpack, Tenka pulled out a digital camera that he had gotten for his birthday. “Ami,” he explained, “we’re going to take some pictures of you for two reasons. One, we want to make sure that Shinga and Kouji tied all the right knots properly. Two, we want to make sure that you’re in the proper position as a maid. Got it?”

Ami was confused, but she wasn’t exactly in a position to argue. There was a flash and suddenly Ami’s lewd position was captured on camera. The possible blackmail possibilities rushed through her mind in a fit of humiliated arousal and only furthered as Tenka and the other two boys moved her into increasingly sexual positions, having a well-planned excuse for each. Kouji grabbed her buttcheeks and pushed her onto her stomach but keeping her rear high in the air, telling her he wanted to make sure the ropes around her legs were firm. With her legs tied as they were, her silk panties rode up her crotch, her swollen pussy lips clear through the thin material and most of her soft behind exposed to the camera’s eye. White rivers of girl-cum dripping down Ami’s luscious thighs didn’t go unnoticed by the high-resolution digital camera. By the time they were finished with her, Ami was beyond all reason. Her body was covered in nervous sweat. When the boys finally untied her and pulled the gag off her, she barely even flinched when she saw the three of them whip their small but developing dicks out of their pants right in front of her face.

Tenka’s bulging head pressed itself up against Ami’s lips. “Here’s your last test, Ami,” he told her. “A proper maid knows how to satisfy three of her guests at once.”

Gulping slightly, Ami felt her hands lifted by Kouji and Shinga, who wrapped each around their rapidly hardening cocks. She felt disgusted by those two boys, whose genitalia was nearly covered by their own fat guts, but didn’t say a word. The experience was simply too unreal, even as Tenka pushed his member into her mouth. She saw another flash and realized that he was still taking pictures of her. Looking up at him with eyes filled with a mix of lust and trepidation, she saw the gaze of complete victory in the smirks of all three boys as she began wrapping her tongue around the sticky cock while slowly beginning to pump the two pulsing organs she held in her hands.

Each of the three boys moaned loudly. Never before had they felt such absolutely wonderful sensations. Kouji and Shinga had resigned themselves to a school experience of being constantly rejected by women, yet here they were getting a handjob from a sexy schoolgirl! Tenka couldn’t believe the degree of control he had over Ami and promised to relish those pictures forever. He thought about how great it would be when he finally had Ami’s friend Usagi under his thumb like this. Shingo had promised to help deliver his sister to him, and Tenka was about to do the same for his friend.

Neither of the three boys lasted long, as this was the first experience for all of them. Kouji and Shinga blew their loads at exactly the same time, coating Ami’s hair and cheeks with their spunk, while Tenka followed a minute or two later with his own ejaculation, sending gobs of sperm down Ami’s throat. The Sailor Scout, while desperately aroused, had no such release; she slumped to her knees, panting for breath, the three boy-cocks still surrounding her. Tenka took a handful of her short, blue hair and wrapped his organ around in it, drying it off. Ami was too exhausted to complain; Tenka had made her mouth numb by the violent way he thrust his boyhood into her mouth. When he was done, he zipped up his pants and bent down to her eye-level.

“Well done, Ami. You are now officially a maid.”

Ami looked up at him. No longer was she the mature, conservative schoolgirl. She was dressed in silk lingerie, with the semen of ten-year-old boys covering her face and hair. Reason no longer ruled her mind; all she cared about now was her next orgasm. Tenka patted her head as best he could without touching a spot made sticky by semen. “Now, be a good little maid and crawl up to your Master’s room; he has a reward for you.”

She nodded and obediently began to crawl on her hands and knees. When she was out of sight, the other two boys gave Tenka big slaps on the back. “Wow, dude!” Kouji said. “I never believed you when you told us that we’d get handjobs from Ami Mizuno, but damn!”

“That was the best thing ever!” Shinga affirmed.

“No, I don’t think so,” Tenka said. “The best thing ever is what Shingo’s about to get.”

Ami crawled slowly up to Shingo’s room on her hands and knees. Somehow, walking didn’t seem like the right thing to do. It would imply that she were equal to him and that was the implication she least wanted to suggest. She was a complete and utter mess and even suggesting that the two of them were equal was completely unthinkable. His door loomed over her, so much larger than it seemed before. She knocked lightly on it, and reached up to turn the doorknob as he responded.

Shingo laid back in his bed and grinned in victory. In crawled Ami Mizuno, his own personal little sex pet. Dressed in silky lingerie and covered in pre-teen sperm, she looked perfect to him. Her eyes were cast down in complete submission with her ass high in the air. He didn’t even have to say a word; all Shingo did was motion with his finger and Ami crawled over to his side. She sat on the floor, her eyes cast down, her hands between her legs, which pushed her ample breasts further together and created a heavenly amount of cleavage.

He patted her head. “You’re a maid now, Ami. My maid.”

She nodded obediently.

Hopping out of bed, Shingo began walking towards the bathroom. “It’s time for you to clean up,” he told her. She followed him like a loving pet, still on her hands and knees. Her mind was completely blank now; all she could focus on was the fire burning in her loins. Shingo motioned to the sink. “Now quickly wash all that stuff out of your hair, Ami,” he said. “Then come to bed.”

A few minutes later, Ami crawled back to the bed. Her short blue hair was damp and stuck to her forehead and cheeks, framing her face perfectly. Shingo was waiting for her without a shred of clothing on. His rod was fully erect and he made no effort to hide it from her. “Come into bed, Ami, but if I’m not wearing clothes, you don’t get to either.”

Ami’s bottom lip trembled. She knew what he was going to do to her; somehow, she had always known. But she had always thought that if she was old enough, mature enough, to resist the temptation. What she hadn’t known was that deep beneath her cool, naïve exterior was a horny little sex slut, awaiting any opportunity to throw herself at anyone’s feet who was assertive enough to take her. That was why she was always submissive towards Makoto and why Shingo had been able to seduce her so easily.

But she was his maid now. She had no choice. Reaching behind her, she slowly unclasped the bra and let it slide down her thin arms. It hit the floor without a sound, followed moments later by her silk panties. She crawled into bed and under the covers with Shingo. He pulled her naked body into his embrace and kissed her passionately. Ami immediately opened her lips to receive him, allowing a ten-year-old boy to dominate her mouth without one ounce of resistance. His arms pulled her closer to him, pressing her full teats with hard pink nubs up against his narrow chest, his iron member pressing into her soft tummy. No longer was she bothered by it; she had tasted his cock before and eagerly pressed herself up against it, savoring his aggressive stance.

Shingo rolled her onto her back, her head up against a pillow. He leaned back, savoring the look of lust and adoration in her eyes as he gazed down at the lovely beauty beneath him. He darted in, placing passionate kisses along her neck. Ami leaned her head back and moaned his name, all of her secret fantasies bursting onto her conscious self in one massive deluge. He ran his hands all over her sides, breasts, flicking a nipple here, nibbling on an earlobe there, and generally driving the older girl insane. For someone so completely unpracticed in the art of seduction, Shingo was acting like an old pro. Ami was so aroused after a scant five minutes that her legs nearly flew open as if they had been pulled back by a spring.

Ami gulped. Suddenly everything seemed to freeze and her thinking crystallized. She had one last chance to pull herself together and deny him entry into her virgin womb, or she could let him steal her virginity forever at the tender age of fifteen.

It wasn’t a hard decision. She grasped the headboard with both hands and bit her teeth. Her breasts, dripping with sweat, heaved up and down with each deep breath she took. Her legs were spread perpendicular to her body with the cute little patch of blue pubic hair scarcely covering her most sacred of holes. When she felt Shingo line himself up with her and slid his dick into her fuckhole, she breathed a hot sigh of pleasure. Nothing had ever made her feel so warm, so together, and so complete. She felt Shingo’s hand on her hot cheek and opened her eyes. She looked up at him and smiled brightly. He smiled back and thrust himself in deeper.

Ami’s body exploded in a world of pain. She slammed her hands down at her sides and gripped the sheets as Shingo cleanly ripped her hymen in one quick thrust. Ami’s teeth chattered as she held back a torrent of tears that were in danger of erupting. But it wasn’t long before Shingo’s thrusts continued to fill her, letting her settle back and relax as the feeling of being fucked soundly by a ten-year-old boy relaxed Ami and let her enjoy herself, moaning as the pain began to dissipate.

Shingo slammed himself forward, burying himself deep in the blue haired girl’s womb, leaning forward to feast on her delicious breasts, running his tongue over the perky little nipples and delectable teats, which only caused her to be aroused even more. Ami wrapped her slim legs around Shingo’s waist, giving him even more leverage over her. With amazing strength, he pulled himself backwards, sitting up and causing Ami to fall into his lap without needing to pull himself out of her. She settled down into his lap and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close and letting her weight settle on his massive spitter nestling inside her tight little teenage cunt.

They kissed fervently. When Ami felt his hands wander down her back to grope her behind, she didn’t even make a whimper of protest. When he spread her cheeks wide apart and began circling the horizon of her even tighter little butthole, her eyes grew wide with shock. She opened her eyes and saw Shingo’s eyes smirking in victory back at her.

For one brief, flickering moment, Ami regretted what she had done. Then Shingo thrust up further into her pussy and every doubt was removed from her mind. Even when he stuck a finger into her cornhole she didn’t so much as break his kiss, giving him tacit approval to do whatever he pleased with her body.

And he did. He began bouncing her up and down on his dick like he would a two-dollar hooker, and Ami acted the part: she moaned, shoved her breasts into his face, wrapped herself around him and kissed him fervently. When he finally removed the finger shoved into her anus, Ami felt slightly emptied, but only until the next time she slipped down further onto his cock. When he shoved the very same finger between her lips, she gagged in silent protest at the disgusting action, but sucked on the digit anyway.

“That’s good, Ami,” he purred. “You really are a perfect maid. You do whatever I tell you to do, don’t you.”

She nodded, with his finger between her lips. It was an incredibly childish display, and one that turned them both on to no end.

And so they continued. For over an hour the two of them fucked each other mercilessly, with Ami submitting to every position that Shingo placed her in. He kept pummeling her cunt with rapid-fire thrusts until he felt himself on the edge of coming, then slowed down to a mere crawl. Soon enough, the two lovers had synchronized their pleasure, so that when Shingo had decided that enough was enough, he let loose a burst of hot sperm into Ami’s eager womb and she orgasmed slightly thereafter. Their bodies shivered in unison, with Shingo tightly kneading Ami’s butt and she running her hands up and down his back. A mixture of her juices and his semen leaked out of her drooling cunt, but the remainder remained inside, stirring together in an intense sexual concoction. They fell back onto the bed, Shingo on top of Ami, his head nuzzled between her breasts, their bodies both covered in sweat.

“I love you, Ami,” Shingo said.

“I love you…Master Shingo,” Ami replied.

They continued kissing each other passionately, Shingo’s sperm still stewing in the girl’s womb.

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Shingo’s father, Kenji, pressed his foot on the accelerator harder. Usagi groaned in the seat next to him. “Dad, you’re going too fast,” she mumbled to herself. The poor girl had gotten sick immediately upon reaching their cabin, and Kenji had told his wife that she could stay with their family friends while he took the sick girl home to heal up.

Kenji wasn’t simply doing this out of concern for his daughter, though. He knew that with Shingo still sick, and Usagi sick, that would leave him and Ami alone in most of the house together.

Alone.

Kenji’s mind had been filled with feelings of lust for the blue-haired schoolgirl ever since he swatted her ass so playfully when they left. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her luscious curves, her sexy naivete, and her succulent innocence. His thoughts centered more and more around the sexy schoolgirl until he began devising a plan to try and seduce her. He loved his wife, Ikuko, but there was something about Ami that drove him wild. Usagi’s illness was the perfect excuse to give him a week and a half of nearly undisturbed opportunity with the luscious girl. With her meek will, it wouldn’t be tough to seduce her and blackmail into becoming his wonderful little sex puppet.

With the engine roaring and his hard-on raging, Kenji pressed his foot down harder on the accelerator.