Strange Love
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Category:
+. to F › Card Captor Sakura
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
30
Views:
25,878
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own - CARD CAPTORS, TSUBASA, or any other Clamp thing. I wrote this for my own amusement. I do not make any money from these writings. Please don't sue
after practice
Note I do not own Ryuou or RGVEDA where he is from, CLAMP DOES. Fave the original!
“I can’t believe that jerk raised his hand,” Chiharu fumed as the girls started to undress from cheerleading practice, their white tops beaded with seat nearly revealing the straps of their bras.
“I don’t know, I found it fascinating,” the light shimmered off of Naoko’s glasses. She started to roll up her shirt. The girl with glasses disliked PE but enjoyed the squad. Somewhere in her imagination, she could transform the most innocent sporting event into something perverted.
“I don’t really see the allure of two guys going at it like dogs…”
Tomoyo gave a smug smile. She already noted down twenty-five requests for copies - this excluded Mizuki, Sakura, Meiling, and herself. Some were boys but a lot were girls…
And one teacher other than Mizuki… Since he was the art teacher it really did not count in her tally.
“And tomorrow, she suggests yuri,” Chiharu said, “ I don’t really see the allure of that either.”
“May be you aren’t doing it right,” Naoko said taking a book down from the locker,
“We could try it out before our lesson,” Tomoyo’s eye glazed over to Sakura intent on showing her true feelings for the Master of Sakura Cards.
“No way, no Hell, no-”
A glimmer off her glasses, Naoko placed her newest fantasy book next to her discarded shirt, grabbed Chiharu by her two braids, pulled her close, and French kissed her.
“Damn it, you started without us.”
A voice came seeing the glasses-girl mollest the girl with short braids. It was a boy’s voice - Ryuou's voice.
A few screams by the half-dressed cheerleaders. These were followed by the forms of the soccer squad.
The cutest cheerleader strode up toe the team captain putting her arms in the way, “No way are you coming in here.”
“Oh, really, Sakura-Chan,” Ryuou's hand cupped under her breast, “And Yamazaki did you wanted us to join you…”
“There are conditions,” she removed his hand from her chest.
He leered over her shoulder, “Which are?”
“The boy who gets me chooses what the others have. Oral is fine,” she lusciously touched her lips, “Anal is up to the girl,” her hand slinked down to touched her butt.
A whistle at her.
“As for this, unless you‘re family, wear a condom,” she lifted up her leg and placed it onto his shoulder patting her crotch, even though he was a head-and-half taller than she was, she smiled letting him look right at her shorts.
Ryuou stood in silent admiration of her limber nature and how the puffed lips of her pussy pressed deeply into the very tight gym shorts. Somehow, the goalie managed to get out, “If - if we refused?”
“You will be tossed out and I will ask the basketball team instead,” Sakura put her leg down (forgetting that Ryuou was also on the basketball team). Her playful face had a serious tone now, “And the death penalty.”
He glanced back at his team whistling at her and egging him on. The brown-haired male picked up the edge of her short miniskirt, “Deal. As team captain, I get first choice.”
“Of course,” a giggle, she laid him down on the nearby bench right on top of Naoko’s book and shirt, “Just tell me which of us you would like.”
“I can’t believe that jerk raised his hand,” Chiharu fumed as the girls started to undress from cheerleading practice, their white tops beaded with seat nearly revealing the straps of their bras.
“I don’t know, I found it fascinating,” the light shimmered off of Naoko’s glasses. She started to roll up her shirt. The girl with glasses disliked PE but enjoyed the squad. Somewhere in her imagination, she could transform the most innocent sporting event into something perverted.
“I don’t really see the allure of two guys going at it like dogs…”
Tomoyo gave a smug smile. She already noted down twenty-five requests for copies - this excluded Mizuki, Sakura, Meiling, and herself. Some were boys but a lot were girls…
And one teacher other than Mizuki… Since he was the art teacher it really did not count in her tally.
“And tomorrow, she suggests yuri,” Chiharu said, “ I don’t really see the allure of that either.”
“May be you aren’t doing it right,” Naoko said taking a book down from the locker,
“We could try it out before our lesson,” Tomoyo’s eye glazed over to Sakura intent on showing her true feelings for the Master of Sakura Cards.
“No way, no Hell, no-”
A glimmer off her glasses, Naoko placed her newest fantasy book next to her discarded shirt, grabbed Chiharu by her two braids, pulled her close, and French kissed her.
“Damn it, you started without us.”
A voice came seeing the glasses-girl mollest the girl with short braids. It was a boy’s voice - Ryuou's voice.
A few screams by the half-dressed cheerleaders. These were followed by the forms of the soccer squad.
The cutest cheerleader strode up toe the team captain putting her arms in the way, “No way are you coming in here.”
“Oh, really, Sakura-Chan,” Ryuou's hand cupped under her breast, “And Yamazaki did you wanted us to join you…”
“There are conditions,” she removed his hand from her chest.
He leered over her shoulder, “Which are?”
“The boy who gets me chooses what the others have. Oral is fine,” she lusciously touched her lips, “Anal is up to the girl,” her hand slinked down to touched her butt.
A whistle at her.
“As for this, unless you‘re family, wear a condom,” she lifted up her leg and placed it onto his shoulder patting her crotch, even though he was a head-and-half taller than she was, she smiled letting him look right at her shorts.
Ryuou stood in silent admiration of her limber nature and how the puffed lips of her pussy pressed deeply into the very tight gym shorts. Somehow, the goalie managed to get out, “If - if we refused?”
“You will be tossed out and I will ask the basketball team instead,” Sakura put her leg down (forgetting that Ryuou was also on the basketball team). Her playful face had a serious tone now, “And the death penalty.”
He glanced back at his team whistling at her and egging him on. The brown-haired male picked up the edge of her short miniskirt, “Deal. As team captain, I get first choice.”
“Of course,” a giggle, she laid him down on the nearby bench right on top of Naoko’s book and shirt, “Just tell me which of us you would like.”