Unadulterated: A Series of Limoncello-Shots by Jesaka Karanaka

Fractal One: Higher Education

Unadulterated: A Series of Limoncello-Shots

Fractal One: Higher Education

He slammed her body back against the cheap hotel room's door, lifting her slightly as with one hand he locked all of the safety locks and flipped the Do Not Disturb sign on, while with the other, he lifted her thigh against his own. God, she smelled like heaven.

His mouth claimed her viciously, aggressively, and she thought she had died. Nothing should have ever felt that good, illicit as it may have been. She began to unbutton his oxford as he pulled up her blouse.

She pulled back only to let him slide the shirt she wore over her head and arms, watching it slide to the floor in a graceless pile. His shirt was completely open at this point, and she felt herself slicken at the sight of his abdomen, not to mention his pecs.

He was tired of pussyfooting around, and picked her up, her leg straddling his hard waist, and made for the bed as fast as his lust crazed mind would allow him. He dropped her unceremoniously on the cheap bed spread, bending over to pull her skirt off.

As soon as the skirt lay on the floor, discarded as the blouse had been, she reached up and began working on his belt and his Dockers. He kicked off his shoes as she began her work, and as she finished unzipping him, he unclasped her bra, and sent it sailing.

He shed the pants and his socks, then put a knee between her legs, crawling over her. His mouth descended again, this time taking a hardened nipple in his mouth, and he began to slowly torture it as his hands meandered down her legs. He pulled her heels off, and brought his hands back up to rest on her hips.

She moaned under him, totally lost when he switched over to the other breast and devastated when he pulled her thong down and off. She was now completely bared to him, and he looked down at her, completely lost in her stunning figure.

Her hands reached up, as she sat up, and grasped the waistband of his boxers. He bent down and kissed her again, his tongue swirling with hers. He gently laid her back down as he pulled off his own boxers and stood before her, erect in all his glory.

He was fucking huge.

Apprehension struck her briefly, as she'd never been this far before, and didn't exactly feel like being ripped in half. Her mind won out, however, when realization that she could handle this came clearly to her. Biology was just that simple.

He bent over her again, nuzzling her neck, licks and kissing assuaging her fears. He nibbled on an earlobe, leaning more of his weight on her, and resting himself against her nether regions. She was soaking wet for him.

He smiled slightly into her neck as he began to stroke against the outside of her gently, gradually introducing her to his little friend. She moaned when the tip of him grazed her clit. This was going to be amazing.

She shifted her hips as the teasing increased in speed and suddenly found that in doing so, his tip had begun to penetrate her. She was just about dying in her need for him at this point, so she opened her legs and hips a little wider.

Feeling her shift, the minor entrance with his head, and her opening further to him, he couldn't stop himself from taking the opportunity his body sought. He slowly entered her, reveling in her tightness, as he nibbled and sucked on her neck.

When he met the barrier he knew would exist, he backed off for a moment, moving to claim her mouth once again. Once firmly ensconced, their tongues twining, he pushed in, hard. He gladly swallowed the cry of shock and desire that poured from her at his invasion.

He stopped moving then, just kissed her, kissed away the tears on her cheeks, and nuzzled her neck, licking and sucking the side of it. His left hand went from around her small frame to snake between their bodies, his thumb finding its mark.

When his thumb had managed to find her clit, she jumped a little, surprised at the contact, and when it began to circle the bundle of nerves, she pushed her hips into the sensation. She groaned at the tightening she felt throughout her lower body as the sensations began to build.

As soon as she began to grind into his hand, he began to move his hips, slowly and gently at first, gradually picking up speed. Her first climax, brought on by the hand between them, nearly pushed him over the edge, but he reined himself in, and removed the hand between them.

She cried out a little at the loss of sensation from his talented hand, but with his increase in speed, she was soon crying out for an entirely different reason. His lips supped at her neck and he groaned hard into her neck, holding back and not losing himself totally, yet.

He pulled away from her then, leaving her to wonder, briefly, what was wrong. He picked her up and deposited her on her hands and knees. He approached her from behind, his hot breath raising bumps along the skin of her back.

He slammed into her, his hands on her hips, and was soon slamming into her so fast that she climaxed another two times. At this point, he was unstoppable, and with near superhuman speed, he pounded into her with everything he had until he cried out his own release.

They both sank down onto the bed, he still inside her, both completely exhausted, and they soon fell into a randomly, though pleasantly, interrupted sleep, the interruptions being of the type that lovers share.

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The Next Morning – Tokyo University

She sat at her desk in her cubicle in the Biology Department, a few text books open, and anatomy and physiognomy charts lay out. The night previous had converted her from her normal, plain, inhibited self to the wild woman she saw herself as while she sat and studied.

Hair that was normally maintained in a bun at the back of her head was loose. Her suit skirts, heels, and blouse were changed out for a pair of jeans, boots, and a tank top underneath a denim big shirt. Her conservative makeup was now in shades more daring than she'd tried in years. The cat was asleep at heart in this creature, and the sex kitten had been unleashed. She was startled out of her thoughts by a smooth voice behind her.

"Good morning, Professor Higurashi. Are you well?"

"As a matter of fact, Chancellor Taishou, I'm feeling marvelously well this fine morning. And you?"

"I am in wonderful spirits, for fact. I was wondering, since our study session last night went so well, if you'd be interested in a repeat? Perhaps tonight?"

"Certainly. My place or yours?"

"Mine. I will have to make sure I go grocery shopping – I seem to be out of whipped cream and chocolate pudding."

"Ahh. Snacks are always good. I'll bring my riding crop."

A quirked eyebrow and lopsided grin were her only answers.