If you don't like lemons... why are you reading this? If anyone complains... well actually I asked for people's opinion on this and was asked to write this. Any complaints... keep them! Compliments you can send. ------------------------------------------------------------ Kiyone and Mihoshi sat across from each other in the Galaxy Police Headquarters dining hall. Before going back to the ship and supplying the information about her past as Mimuri Harushi, she'd insisted on getting something to eat first. "I mean sure Sasami makes great food, but sometimes you get a craving for slop." Mihoshi said cheerfully. "Yeah," Kiyone said absently. Only a few minutes before they'd been close to being reassigned and sent to retraining... and now they had a raise. Her superior had been left speechless and Mitsuki had been in shock. What had Mihoshi said in there to cause a reaction like that? Suddenly she realized that Mihoshi had piled some food onto her tray. "Oh, thanks." Mihoshi smiled in her usual vacuous way and said, "It's not a problem Kiyone. Come on, I see an empty table." Kiyone followed behind her staring into space. When she suddenly bumped into Mihoshi she ended up spilling everything onto the floor. Her usual response kicked in. "Mihoshi, what did you do that for?" "Milloi." Mihoshi's voice was a whisper. The name rung a bell and Kiyone looked up. There was a tall man with a crew cut standing about ten feet away looking at them. Finally he walked forward. "Hello Mi... Mihoshi is it now?" He smiled and said, "I should have known. Who else could get so infamous?" "Hello Milloi. How's Trish?" Mihoshi asked coldly. Kiyone noticed that she'd slipped back into her more focused personality. "We broke up about six months after. You?" "I'm seeing Kiyone now." She said. Kiyone smiled nervously, unsure of what to say. Neither of them was blinking and Milloi didn't look at her. So Kiyone took the initiative and stepped forward. "That would be me... the one with all my food on the floor." She extended her and for a shake. Milloi looked at her and gripped her hand. "Hmm, strong handshake. I can see who the man is in this relationship." Kiyone's eyes narrowed. Mitsuki had said something like that to her before. "And I can see why Mihoshi dumped you." "Is that what she told you?" He asked, sounding amused and letting her hand go. Kiyone flinched and remembered the story Mihoshi had told. "No." "Nice of you to defend her honor though." "Well we all make mistakes." She realized that she was now staring at him unblinking. Shaking her head she stepped back and grinned. "Oh very nice!" "What?" He asked. "You must work at that. You piss people off just enough for a face off. Gives you a chance to see how they react. I'll bet you knew most of it before I even said anything though." He wasn't smirking any more. "Mihoshi is much better at it." "She always was." He glanced of Kiyone's shoulder. She turned around just in time to see Mihoshi wipe something off of her cheek. "But she never could control her emotions could you?" "No." Mihoshi said coldly. She set her tray down on a nearby table. "Come on Kiyone. I'm not hungry any more." She turned and walked away. Kiyone glanced back at Milloi uncertainly, but once again followed after the blond. Behind her she heard him call out, "Perhaps I was wrong about who the man is." Tenchi sat looking out at the sea of stars spread out before him. The inside of the ship was designed to look like his house, but he knew that the outside was radically different. Still it was comfortable. "It's really beautiful out here." He said. Ryoko was sitting next to him, her head leaning against his shoulder. "Yeah, I know. When I had just finished robbing a bank or something sometimes I would just sit and stare. It always made me feel... peaceful." "I remember." Tenchi said. "Oh that's right." She kissed his neck. "The dimension tuner. But you didn't like that." Tenchi smiled and hugged her tightly. "There were some moments." He ran a hand through her thick hair. Ryoko smiled and rubbed his thigh. "Yeah, well I can think of some better ones." "Ryoko we only just started out. I mean we haven't even gotten to the resort Aeka reserved for us." He said with a grin. "Oh but Tenchi, there'll be plenty of time there too. All night, all day, and maybe during lunch." She whispered into his ear and his response was cut off when she sucked on his ear lobe. "You're young and strong. You can take it." "I don't know..." He said playfully. He felt himself suddenly pushed onto his back. "Oof!" "Mmm, now that's more like it. Speechless at my beauty." The air had been knocked out of him, but Tenchi knew better than to say so. Ryoko bent above him, her breasts hanging in his face. Long suppressed hormones kicked in and he just nodded, unable to look away. "Such a naughty boy you are Tenchi." Ryoko said, tracing her finger over his chest. "Staring at a girl like that. What kind of woman do you take me for?" Tenchi reached up and rubbed his hand against her cheek. Ryoko took it and held it close, her eyes closing. "My girl." "Forever and ever." She said. Then she pushed his hand down and grinned. "But you're mine too Tenchi." She slipped her legs over his and sat up on his lap. While Tenchi watched her clothes disappeared. Her breasts, as always, seemed to defy gravity while jiggling nicely. Absently he reached up and ran the tips of his fingers over the large pink nipples. They hardened insistently and she began to grind against him. "Tenchi..." She whispered. "I don't think you'll be needing those clothes for this trip." She grabbed his shirt in both hands and pulled. There was a loud tearing sound and Tenchi lowered his hands long enough to slip them out of his sleeves. "Whatever you say Ryoko." He said. "I love you." "I know you do Tenchi. I love you too. I love you and I make love too you..." She moved her hips forward, slipping her pussy against his belly and chest. She moved upwards slowly and stopped literally floating over Tenchi's face. "Taste it Tenchi. Please." He didn't need any more encouragement. Bending forward he pressed his hands against her thighs and flicked his tongue out across her clit. It always amazed him that she tasted so good. His lips tugged at hers and he got so focused that he barely noticed her leaning back and working his pants down his legs. Not exactly surprised by Ryoko's behavior, he wasn't wearing underwear. Ryoko got his shoes and pants off just as she came. "Ah!" Tenchi's tongue was in her and her juices slipped into his mouth. "Oh... I... I need you in me Tenchi." She pulled back and floated away from him. "I need you too Ryoko." He whispered, licking off his lips. He stared at her and grinned. "I can never believe you're mine." Ryoko rotated midair and laughed. "Believe it... now get over here." She landed on the floor and spread herself over the arm of the couch, her ass pointed into the air. "Give yourself to me." He didn't need any more encouragement. Standing up he walked up behind her and ran his hands over her butt. "Where..." "Just do it Tenchi!" She cried. Tenchi pushed forward with his hips and slid the tip of his dick into her pussy. Ryoko pushed back and they both gasped as the tip of her wet clit ran across it. He was all the way inside her with barely any effort and they both stood there for a moment just enjoying it. Then Ryoko began rubbing her own breasts and moaned. Tenchi responded and pushed forward, pressing her into the couch. Finally he moved out and almost left her before moving the other way. In and out... he wasn't sure how long he did it and he didn't care, but eventually Ryoko's breath caught and she tightened around him. It was too much and he came at the same time. "Oh yes..." Ryoko hissed. "You're always so quiet Tenchi." "I know." He said. "I just can't..." "Shh! It's okay." She jerked her hips. "What I really like is how you always manage to stay ready. You're still so hard." Tenchi gritted his teeth as she rolled onto her back, still lying across the couch. Her hands squeezed her breasts while she stared at Tenchi's eyes. "We don't want to let it go to waste do we?" Tenchi shook his head and slowly ran his hands up her legs and began rubbing her belly. "No." "Tenchi." She whispered. "You know what that does to me." More juices began leaking out of her and Ryoko moaned. "But two can play that game. Watch carefully lover." Lifting up her left breast Ryoko bent her neck down and managed to suck her nipple into her own mouth. Making exaggerated moans and muffled yells she chewed and sucked at herself and rubbed her pussy against Tenchi's dick faster. He was surprised when he got even harder than he had been. The comforting wet feeling coming from Ryoko seemed to hold and caress him. His jaw dropped open automatically and his eyes closed. Tenchi was really surprised when Ryoko suddenly vanished. His eyes opened just before she pushed him back again and wrapped her fingers around his dick. Her other hand cupped his balls. "You tasted me Tenchi. I want to do the same to you." "Ryoko I'm about to..." He was cut off as she pinched the base of his dick. "Oh." Ryoko smiled and leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the head. The tip of her tongue began licking at the hole and her hand started pumping him. Tenchi shoved his hands into her hair again. Finally his muscles twitched and Ryoko's hands released him. He came into her mouth with a gasp and she greedily swallowed it. When she was done, she slowly pulled back, a line of cum connecting her tongue to him. "Mine." She hissed. Tenchi, his head swimming slightly, could only nod as Ryoko began working her way back up his body. As Yagami moved away from GPHQ, Kiyone glanced sideways at Mihoshi. The blond was staring straight ahead and had an unfamiliar set to her jaw. Neither of them seemed to be able to think of anything to say. Finally Kiyone mumbled something and Mihoshi looked over at her. "What?" "I said he's an ass." Kiyone said. Mihoshi's jaw hung slack for a moment and then she bit down on her lip. Seconds later a loud snort came out of her nose and she began to laugh uncontrollably. Kiyone smiled and joined in. Then she realized that Mihoshi had tears falling down her cheeks and stopped. "Mihoshi..." She reached over, but Mihoshi turned away and sobbed. "Kiyone... Kiyone please don't look at me." She said. Kiyone wasn't sure what to do. Mihoshi's shoulders heaved and she kept her head down. "I know it hurts you to see me cry. It's okay, I'll... I'll be fine in a minute." Kiyone stared at her for a minute. Then she felt the anger boiling up inside of her chest. "You idiot!" Mihoshi turned automatically, too surprised to stop herself. "But Kiyone I..." "None of your excuses!" Kiyone yelled. "I can't believe you can be this clueless! I mean honestly you have done some dumb things in your time, but this takes the cake. And stop crying." Mihoshi stared at her, "Kiyone all I did was... I mean he..." "He's a moron and you sure as hell don't owe him anything. If you don't stop whining about it I'm cutting off your cookie supply for the next month! Not that we'll be able to afford any on our budget and with the jobs we get." Mihoshi suddenly realized that her tears had stopped. In the face of Kiyone's anger she'd slipped back into her normal routine and simply responded like she always did. She was completely in shock when she realized this and couldn't respond. Kiyone sniffed and turned away. "I'm sorry I had to yell at you like that, but you were acting stupid again. Unless you actually want to go back to that loser." She still sounded angry but Mihoshi heard the note of doubt in her voice. "No Kiyone! I'm sorry. I just... he hurt me a lot and that wasn't exactly..." She stopped and a smile spread across her face. "Thanks for setting me straight Kiyone. I needed that." Kiyone reached over and stroked Mihoshi's face. "Any time Mihoshi." She gently kissed the blond on the cheek and smiled. "You still want me to call you Mimuri?" She shook her head emphatically. "No... that's not who I am any more. I guess I've been Mihoshi for too long." She paused and pulled Kiyone to her, hugging tightly. "But I'll tell you all about her on the way home. I promised." Kiyone nuzzled into Mihoshi's hair and hugged back just as tightly. For three days Washu and Aeka had enjoyed spending time alone in the house. They'd had sex on just about every surface, stayed up watching movies, and even gone swimming out in the lake. Washu was enjoying it mostly because she rarely got out of the lab and Aeka felt like she was on a trip like Ryoko and Tenchi. They were both mildly disappointed when Washu's sensors informed them that Kiyone and Mihoshi were on their way back. "They'll arrive by sunset." Washu said. "Well then I guess it's back to sneaking around." Aeka said casually, turning it into a good thing. She put her arms around Washu and smiled down at her. "We'll have to spend all our time hiding all the nasty things we do together and who knows, we might get caught." Washu chuckled and dug her fingers into Aeka's butt. "Mmm, you know you're the best pupil I ever had." "Not counting your eyes." Aeka said staring at her. In her mind she was always amazed at the floating sensation she got when she was around Washu. Washu was in charge, Washu knew what to do, and Washu always knew what she needed. "But you know... I'd like to try something special tonight." Washu raised an eyebrow. "I have a trained squid." "No! I mean no, something else tonight." Aeka said after a minute. "We'll save that for later." "Okay, so what's your idea?" Washu asked. Aeka tugged gently on Washu's hair and told her. Washu grinned and lifted Aeka up into the air. "Now that sounds fun... but it is rather public. Are you sure you wouldn't rather try something a bit more private." Aeka stuck up her nose and smirked. "I've been doing some research, because something struck me as odd. It seems a great many of the Jurai family have had relationships like this." "Yeah, I know." Washu said. "I told you I checked into your past." She set Aeka down and lightly slapped her on the ass. "You royals love being told what to do under the right condition. And it's not like you don't have the technology for two women to produce an heir." "Well..." Aeka said, managing to suppress her blush. "My point is that I'd better get used to it... unless you have a better offer?" "Better than the future queen of the galaxy?" Washu asked. "Especially one who can use her toes to..." Aeka cut her off again. "Anyway do you like my idea or not?" Aeka said severely. Washu had control in most things, but on occasion Aeka felt she had the right to invoke her royal perogatives. "You don't have to." "No, I like it." Washu said quickly. "Maybe I'll even come up with something else." She let her eyes slide over Aeka's body. "I'll just bet I can embarrass you so much in front of all those people. A few hundred eyes staring at you, judging everything you're doing, and..." Aeka slapped a hand over her mouth, already breaking into a cold sweat. "Sh! Don't ruin it... a few more words and we'll have to clean the floor again Little Washu." Washu licked Aeka's hand and the princess pulled it away. "Fine... see you in three hours?" Aeka nodded. "Yes. We'll get ready and you can just teleport us to where we're going." They kissed on it and Aeka headed for the stairs while Washu went to her lab. Once she was in her room Aeka went to her closet and began looking around. She'd considered keeping some of the outfits Washu had her wear in there, but had decided that Sasami finding them would not be something either of them could handle if for no other reason that it would ruin Aeka's idea of her sister being an innocent little girl. Still she did have the leash and choke chain hanging on a hook inside the door. She ignored it though and began looking through the large collection of clothes she'd bought, sending the designed back to Jurai and having them made there. After all, she couldn't have Tenchi paying for such things. Especially since most of them had been bought to be worn specifically for him. Aeka laughed and asked her reflection, "Was that really me? Fawning over a boy like that." In her mind she realized that Tenchi would have never been able to make her truly happy as a lover. As a friend he was perfect... but Ryoko could have what was beneath his waste. He was far to gentle for Aeka. Something caught Aeka's eye and she picked up the hanger it was attached to. It was perfect, a tight black dress with various shards spun into the thread. She'd never worn it, but just holding it she could see each piece of valuable gem catch the light in rainbow flashes. Diamonds, sapphires, emeralds, rubies... they were all there and each one was shaped to send the light directly into a person's eyes. Setting it gently on her futon she stripped off her robes and quickly ducked into the hall and the bathroom. The pool shimmered and rippled when she slipped into it and reached for the shampoo dispenser. Sometimes it was nice to use a shower, but right now she just wanted to get clean. Scrubbing at her head, she closed her eyes and let the suds drip down over her body. Finally she ducked under and washed it off, digging her fingers in deep. When she needed air she surfaced and threw her hair over her back. The water washed down her body and splashed into the pool. Next she grabbed a washcloth and the soap. When she got it lathered up she set the bar aside and began working the cloth over her arms, down her chest, and along her legs. (Look, a lemon author who can use a thesaurus and dictionary!). She rubbed hard, making sure to get all the dirt and dead skin, until her body was a uniform pink color that matched her nipples. She cleaned every crevice, resisting the urge to play with herself. Aeka finally finished and got out, she dried off and wrapped a towel around her hair and another around her body. Going back to her room she shut the door behind her without thinking and took off the towels. Aeka sat in front of the vanity mirror on her dresser and reached for a comb. It took ten minutes for her to comb her hair back into a pony tale. She tied it with a black bow. Then she reached for her makeup. She almost never wore it, except to official functions and for her own amusement. Most of the time Aeka merely stuck to her own natural beauty and grace. She laid it all out of the table and went to put on her dress. It was a tight fit and hugged every curve of her body. She never wore a bra, but in this dress she didn't need to. It lifted everything on its own. When she got it on she returned to the mirror and began applying makeup. She started with dark blue eyeliner and a bit of blush. Last, but not least, she took out some green lipstick, carefully applied it to her mouth, and put matching polish on her nails. When the polish had dried she went back to her closet and took out a pair of dark nylon stockings, slipping them over her legs and finished the whole outfit off with black high-heeled pumps and a white purse. Her eyes caught the clock and she saw that it was 7:00. Going back down stairs she took the steps carefully, not wanting to slip and ruin the mood. Still she did pause when she saw Washu waiting for her. The scientist smiled up and said, "You look great." Washu was in a tuxedo. There were several alterations from the usual kind though. For one it was a lot tighter, hugging Washu's calves and chest and not leaving anything to the imagination. The white shirt under the jacket was stretched tight over her chest, the buttons straining. Aeka saw a hint of purple through the fabric, indicating that Washu was wearing a bra. To add to the look she was also wearing a black bow tie around her neck. It didn't slip through the collar of her shirt; it was just tightly wrapped around her throat. Aeka noticed that the shoes were the standard though. Shiny and black, they didn't have any extra heel. When compared to Aeka's it made the scientist look even shorter than normal. Still the look of confidense on her face more than made up to it because, short as she was, Washu's presence could fill up a whole room. She was also wearing blood red lipstick. "Washu, you're a hunk." Aeka said and came the rest of the way down the stairs. Washu changed her stance and Aeka noticed a large bulge at the front of her pants. "What's that?" Washu glanced down and then winked at her. "It's for later. After all, I've decided to be the man tonight." Aeka suddenly had a vision of something Washu had done before. She'd been shocked when it had happened, even though they'd both enjoyed it. Washu had altered herself for an hour or so. She'd used one of her machines to give herself male genitalia, in addition to her own. She and Aeka had both played with it, abused it, and it had been fun, but afterwards when they were cuddling, they'd both agreed that the whole thing had been too weird. "Did you..." Aeka started to ask, but Washu held up a finger. Aeka understood. Whatever it was, she'd have to wait and see. "Um, could you zip up my back?" She turned revealing the zipper behind her. Washu reached over and slowly pulled it up the princess's spine. Just then Mihoshi and Kiyone walked through the door. They paused and looked at the two of them. "Well you look spiffy." Kiyone said. "Yeah," Mihoshi put in. "You two going out?" Washu glanced at Aeka who surprised all of them by walking over to her and slipping an arm around the red head's waist. "Yes, we have reservations at a restaraunt." "Oh, Kiyone and I were going to the Karaoke bar tonight." Mihoshi said. Kiyone smiled and asked, "Washu... do you mind if we barrow your video recorder again?" Washu grinned and said, "Certainly. Is it just for the singing or were you planning something for later?" Kiyone smirked and said, "Let's just say you don't get a copy." "Like she needs it." Aeka muttered and got an elbow in the ribs. "Sure, here." She waved a hand and a hole opened in the air. A red yardstick fell onto the floor. All four of them stared for a second, and then Washu scooped it up and slid it back into the hole, pulling out the recorder. "Uh... here. Well we must be off. Have fun." She shoved it into Mihoshi's hand and then she and Aeka vanished. Mihoshi was still blushing furiously when she felt Kiyone tug on her arm. "Huh?" "Come on Mihoshiiiii!" Kiyone said in her best Mihoshi impression. "I want to go sing!" Mihoshi laughed and poked her in the rub right behind her breast. "You're going to pay for that." Kiyone just laughed and dragged her out the door. Aeka had her arm linked with Washu's as they appeared outside of a French restaurant on Main Street in Okinawa. There was a line with three other couples ahead of them. A cool breeze blew through the night air while they stood patiently waiting their turn. "Oops, I almost forgot." Washu said. She reached into her picked and pulled out a black box. She handed it to Aeka. "Here, I considered a corsage... but this seemed more appropriate." Aeka opened the box and gasped. Inside was a silver necklace, polished so that it caught the light like her dress did. On the end was an amulet shaped like a rose. "It's beautiful." "I thought you'd like it." Washu said. Reaching down she slipped it out of the box and unhinged the clasp. Aeka bent down and let it be put around her neck, then Washu picked up the case and put it back in her pocket, not taking her eyes off of the spot between Aeka's breasts where it hung. "Ahem," Someone cleared their throat and they both looked up. The concierge was looking at them expectantly. "Your reservations?" "They're under Princess Aeka Jurai and Professor Washu." Aeka said, pointedly ignoring the odd looks the man was giving them and some of the low whispers some of the people in line behind them had begun. "Table for four?" The man asked. "No, just two." Washu said in perfect French and grinned at him. "Is there a problem with that?" Swallowing the man said, "No madam, I was merely surprised. I'm sure you understand." He bowed to both of them. "We rarely entertain royalty... aliens yes, because after all this is Japan. Please, follow me." They were led into a room with walls and carpet of matching red felt. A booth in the back was prepared with two crystal glasses with water in them and some folded napkins with a set of real silver eating utensils on each one. There was a big red dripping candle right in the middle and violin music filled the air. Sliding in, they were handed menus and the man said, "The waiter will be along shortly." Aeka looked around the room and saw several heads quickly turn away. She felt conspicuous and exposed. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." Washu reached over and took her hand. "Aeka, if you want to leave that's fine." "No." Aeka said firmly. "I'm sorry. It's just so new." "I know." Washu leaned forward and planted a firm kiss on her lips. Then she sat back down just as the waiter showed up. Aeka was surprised when he didn't even give them a strange look. "Can I take your orders?" "Oh..." Aeka realized she hadn't even looked at the menu. "Uh..." Washu quickly took charge. "We'll have the house special, no escargot, and a bottle of your best wine." She grinned at Aeka. "I'm paying after all." Aeka gasped and the waiter walked away. "Oh my gosh. I forgot all about money!" "Don't worry." Washu said. "I've got plenty." "Well, he was certainly polite. Do you think the man we met when we entered warned him?" "No." Washu said. "However I do know him from someplace. He was in the store where I picked up some of our toys. Same isle." Aeka didn't know what to say. So she simply sat there, still holding Washu's hand until the food arrived. After that the conversation turned to soap operas, the local news, and what Aeka had last heard from Jurai or the latest scientific discoveries. They didn't even notice when they empties half the bottle of wine the waiter had brought. Aeka gasped when Washu's glass tipped back and spilled a bit of wine down the front of her shirt. "Oh no! Washu, your shirt..." "Ah, it's okay." Washu said. "Come on, we'll go to the bathroom and clean it off. But let's hurry before the stain sets." They both slid out of the booth and walked over to the small hallway by the door that led into the bathroom. It wasn't a very large one, only onto toilet and sink. Aeka locked the door while Washu stripped off her jacket and started to unbutton her shirt. "Damn it." "What's wrong?" Aeka asked. "These last two buttons are too tight. Could you help me?" She indicated the two between her breasts that were holding the shirt closed. "I'll push my breasts together and you undo them." Aeka's head was spinning slightly from the wine, so she missed the smile on Washu's face. Instead she simply nodded and reached for the buttons while Washu pushed her breasts together. She did however feel a slight jolt when her hands brushed Washu's breasts and the shirt popped open. Washu let herself go and Aeka was surprised to see her chest fully spill out. Looking closer she saw that Washu's bra was rigged to unhook in the front. Washu plans for everything, she thought. "I've been set up." "Maybe..." Washu said and leaned forward. "Okay, definitely." She pulled up the sides of her shirt showing that the stain was gone. "Do you mind?" "No." Aeka whispered. Absently she reached out and cupped Washu's breasts in her hands, rubbing her palms into the nipples. Washu moaned and slid her hand down Aeka's back. There was a small vibration along the princess's spine when Washu slid the zipper open. "Are you sure? You were so set on a romantic evening." "This is romantic." Aeka said. "You bought me dinner, we both dressed up, and now we're going to make love. The fact that it's in public only helps." Washu smiled and tugged the dress down Aeka's waist and let it drop to the floor. Moving forward she pressed her breasts against Aeka's and kissed her roughly. In the mirror Aeka saw their lips press together in a mix of red and green. Washu released her after a time and gently helped her sit back on the toilet with the lid down. Aeka felt the cold porcelain touch her skin and moaned, spreading her legs open. Kneeling down Washu rubbed her cheek into Aeka's thigh and quickly moved up to her vagina, pocking her lips around the clit peeking through the folds. Moving her hand up she slid one finger in, letting the building juices slide out of her. Washu lapped them up eagerly, adding finger after finger. Aeka dug her nails into Washu's scalp for balance as she felt teeth working over her clit and each finger enter her, when without warning Washu shoved her whole fist into her. She screamed and clenched around the limb when Washu started pushing in and out hard and rotating her wrist. Aeka came for what must have been the third time just as there was a knock at the door. "Are you ladies alright in there?" It was the voice of their waiter. "Fine." Aeka gasped out when Washu quickly pulled her fist out with a wet pop. "She just slipped on some of the water. We'll be out soon." "Certainly." He said and they heard him walk away. Washu grinned while Aeka saw there breathing hard, her fingers still in Washu's hair. "You enjoy that?" "Very much Little Washu." Aeka breathed. "How can I thank you?" Washu grinned and stood up. "How about a blow job?" Out of her mind with pleasure Aeka just nodded. "Anything you want Washu." Washu slowly unzipped the front of her pants and let them drop around her legs. Aeka was surprised once again when instead of actual genitals was the orange dildo Washu had used on her their first time together. One end was jammed deeply into Washu's pussy while the other pointed up at Aeka. Without thinking about it Aeka slid off the toilet onto her knees and gripped the piece of orange rubber with both hands. Washu's legs bucked and Aeka let go with one hand for a moment to help lower her to her back on the tile floor. "This was in you all night?" Washu nodded, her eyes closed. "Yes. I thought you deserved a little effort." A drop of liquid squirted out of Washu and onto the floor. "Gods, it's been torture." "Then let me help." Aeka said. Bending over she wrapped her lips around the end of the dildo, licking at it, biting it, and bobbing her head faster and harder driving the other end into the walls of Washu's pussy. Aeka let it slide all the way down her throat and felt her lips brush Washu's clit before she had to breath and pull back. Washu moaned and writhed on the tiles while Aeka made little sounds too. Washu came hard, gritting her teeth so she wouldn't make noise. Then she lay there, basking in the warm afterglow. She only opened her eyes when she unexpectedly felt the dildo get jerked out of her and cool air blow into the hole before it closed up. "Aeka what are you..." She trailed off when she saw what the princess was doing. On her knees, legs spread, Aeka was pushing the cum covered end of the dildo into her asshole. Washu watched as she buried it hard and fast and then tuned her attention back to the smaller woman. Not making a sound Aeka held the thing in her left hand and used two fingers of her right hand to spread open Washu's ass. Washu responded by lifting herself off the tile to meet the thrust as Aeka pushed into her without stopping. It went all the way in until each felt the other's pussy rubbing into her own. Neither knew who started it but seconds later they were banging their hips together harder and harder, leaving what were sure to become large bruises. Green and red lipstick traded turns sucking on nipples and both of them rolled over, dripping cum down each other's legs. A little while later Aeka and Washu were dressed again, their lipstick nowhere to be seen and, walking arm in arm back to their booth where Washu laid down enough money for their meal and a sixty percent tip. Then the turned and walked towards the door. "I hope you ladies enjoyed your meal." The host said when they passed him. "Everything was delicious." Aeka said. "Yes," Added Washu. "We may definitely eat here again. Now if you'll excuse us, we're going for a long walk to clear our heads. Your wine was a bit too good." "Very good madam." The man said and they exited the building. They were both very impressed when he didn't mention the large lump at the front of Aeka's dress. Mihoshi lay on the couch next to Kiyone as they fast-forwarded through the video they had just made. Both of them felt this was a good time to watch it, because they were too tired to get turned on anymore tonight. "You ready?" Kiyone asked. They'd already listened to themselves sing at the club. It brought back pleasant memories of the day they'd come together as more than friends. "As I'll ever be." They were both wearing large nightshirts and Mihoshi was holding a large bowl of popcorn. "We'd better hurry before Washu and Aeka get home though." "Okay, here it is." She pushed play and they began watching. Mihoshi lay naked on the bed while Kiyone set up the camera on the nightstand three feet across the room from them, and hit record. She moved back and on the screen was a clear shot of her very wet pussy. "Why are you doing this Kiyone?" Mihoshi asked. "We already recorded our singing tonight. What could be more of a turn on than that?" "Because I think it'll be fun." Kiyone said. "Oh, well okay then." Mihoshi said brightly. "So what are we going to do?" "Well this is for us right?" Kiyone walked away from the camera and over to the bed. It was large, being made of their two other beds now pushed together. "So why don't we make it for us? You know, pretend we know we're watching." "Yes!" Mihoshi turned to the camera and waved. "Hi Kiyone. Hi me!" Kiyone laughed and did the same. "Hey Kiyone. Bet you never thought you'd be doing this huh? And with Mihoshi too!" She sat back against the wall and motioned for Mihoshi to do the same next to her. "First, we're going to show you what you've got, and then we're going to remind you what you do with it?" "We are?" Mihoshi asked in awe. "How are we going to do that?" She was smirking and winked at the camera so Kiyone would know she was playing along. Kiyone didn't hesitate to reach over and push Mihoshi's legs apart. Then she took her hands and spread Mihoshi's pussy open so that the camera had a clear view. She even pushed Mihoshi's clit upwards with her thumbs. The blond moaned and her legs shifted as Kiyone's pinky fingers played with her pubic hair. "Look at that." She said deep in her throat. "Look how wet and open she is. Don't you just want to fill that thing up with your fingers and lick it all over?" Mihoshi suddenly closed her legs and Kiyone pulled back. Then Mihoshi pushed her softly back into the wall and opened Kiyone's legs. "Ah, but look at this one." She trailed her fingers down over Kiyone's pussy, making her squirm, but kept moving down. "She's so delicious... but that's not half as fun as the color her face turns when you play with this!" Kiyone gasped and felt her face burn when Mihoshi shoved her index and middle fingers into her ass and spread it open. "See? Her face is turning this same color and the best part is she likes it!" Sucking in a deep breath of air Kiyone reached over and took Mihoshi's entire left breast between her hands, large sections of flesh spilling between her fingers. "Oh yeah? Well what about these things? They're so big and soft. Gods, I could just sit here and play with these things all day." She pressed her lips to a space between her fingers and gently sucked on the flesh there. Mihoshi groaned and pulled her hands away from between Kiyone's legs, getting a whimper from her green haired partner. Then she struck, grabbing one of Kiyone's breasts in each hand. "Hmm, but look at this. Kiyone is so firm and her nipples are so much bigger than the tiny pink ones I have." Squeezing and releasing with her right hand she took Kiyone's right nipple between three of the fingers of her left hand and began gently twisting. "And you know what happens when you do this to her species." A drop of thick clear fluid dripped from the tip of Kiyone's nipple. Kiyone unconsciously bit down on Mihoshi's soft skin as the blond used a finger to scoop it up and bring it to her lips, leaving a thin line still attached to the large nipple. She licked it up and squealed. "Oh I love how she tastes and listen to those sounds she's making!" Kiyone pulled back and they wrapped their arms around each other. "Mmm, I almost forgot your mouth." She kissed Mihoshi's bottom lip and took it between her teeth, tugging softly then releasing it to shoot back. "Your tongue." Mihoshi said and flicked out her own pink tongue. Kiyone responded, her own tongue redder than Mihoshi's, and they let their tongues dance outside their mouths licking at each other and swapping saliva. "Do you think we're turned on yet?" Kiyone said looking at the camera. Mihoshi shook her head and kissed Kiyone's neck and collarbone. "No. They're just sitting there on the couch staring at us." "So what should we do?" Kiyone said, arching her back. "Mmm, we'll have to just keep going. I'll fuck you and you fuck me Kiyone until we cum again and again and again." Kiyone moved her hand back to Mihoshi's crotch and slipped three fingers into her, moving them in hard and fast. "Oh yes Mihoshi. You have such good ideas." Mihoshi moaned and screamed, then reached for Kiyone too. Making a pinching moment she slipped her index finger into Kiyone's ass and pushed her thumb into the wet and waiting pussy, rubbing the knuckle into her clit. "Is this what you want Kiyone?" "Yes! Yes Mihoshi I want you in my ass and my pussy. It feels so good!" The camera could easily see both girls flexing the muscles below their waists, tugging at each other's fingers. "Kiyone you're so tight." Mihoshi moaned. "Just like a virgin." "And you're so loose. I love how I can just slide right in..." Kiyone added her fourth finger and pulled up. "You're always so ready." Mihoshi didn't respond. Instead she moved her upper body forward and sucked Kiyone's farthest breast into her mouth, sucking hard. Both of them came twice at that moment, but neither was willing to stop. Mihoshi sucked and moaned at Kiyone's chest as Kiyone used her free hand to keep them both sitting up. Kiyone felt something soft bump her chin and saw Mihoshi pushing one of her huge breasts up to within reach of Kiyone's mouth. Not wasting any time she attacked it eagerly, clamping her teeth around the hard pink nipple. Mihoshi let go and Kiyone's teeth were supporting the entire weight of it while inside her mouth she sucked and licked at it, tugging hard to keep from dropping it. The video went on for several more hours. Moans and groans issued from the television for the entire time, never ceasing or even seeming to tire until the video ran out and the VCR automatically rewound it. Mihoshi and Kiyone didn't see any of it. The next morning they woke up on top of each other in a sixty-nine position. Dried cum covered them and even then they went on for a few minutes before getting up to take a shower. Aeka lay sleeping on the bed Washu had teleported them too after their walk. Her arms and legs were still tied to the posts and she was completely naked, but had a very contented look on her face. Next to her Washu crouched on the floor staring at her face and wearing a suit made of tight black leather. A riding crop was on the floor next to her legs, completely forgotten. Removing her right glove Washu reached out and gently traced her fingers over the bruises and small cuts covering Aeka's body. The princess stirred slightly and Washu smiled down with nothing but love in her eyes as she spoke in her sleep. "Please hit me again Little Washu..." And then sank back into a sound sleep. A the resort Ryoko lay in her bikini on a tropical beach next to Tenchi, who was guzzling some of the energy drink Washu had left on the ship and looking severely dehydrated, but also content. She turned and kissed him on the cheek, then reached into his shorts and wrapped her fingers around his overused penis once again and began pumping. When Tenchi came he lay there for a while as she licked her hand clean and got back to her sunbathing. Meanwhile, at a theme park in Shinjuko, for the fourth day in a row Sasami, Ryo-ohki, and Noboyuki stood in line for the theme park to open. "You know," Noboyuki said. "I think standing in all these lines all day has got to be the most tiring thing a person can do." "I agree." Yosho said. "No kidding. Tomorrow let's just hang out at the hotel pool." "Meow." Ryo-ohki said from on top of Sasami's head. Author's note Well that's it. I honestly can't think of any kind of sex I haven't used yet... well maybe a few things, but you get the picture. Hope you enjoyed it because this is the last chapter. Email your opinions.
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