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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      艦隊これくしょん_|_Kantai_Collection
  Character:
      Ushio_(Kantai_Collection)
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual, Armpit_Kink, Alternate_Universe
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-10-17 Words: 3758
****** LemonColle ******
by WriterNightpen
Summary
     Quite simply put, chronicles of sexual encounters featuring Kantai
     Collection girls. Alternate universes.
Notes
     DISCLAIMER:
     All trademarked items in this fanfiction is owned by their respected
     copyright holders (KanColle by Kadokawa/DMM). The ones which are
     owned by me are merely the plot and the author's thoughts. This
     fanfiction is made solely for entertainment purposes and not intended
     for any material gain.
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“Ne, Kane-senpai… wanna do it?”
My name is Soujiro Kane, seventeen years old. Oh, and I’m all-Japanese, unlike
what my surname would suggest. You see, it’s pronounced ‘ka-ney’, not ‘kein’ as
in the American puroresu wrestler. The name also consisted of two kanji
letters, one for ‘fire’ and one for ‘sound’. It once caused me some
embarrassment when I mistakenly pronounced it ‘Hioto’, back in elementary
school day one.
“Uh… Ushio-chan… are you sure about it?”
I also happen to be a perfect example of an average seventeen years-old human
male with a healthy sex drive, hence my ‘slightly bewildered but ultimately
okay with it’ expression with the counter-question presented to the questioner
in the first place. You see, the asker in this matter is named Ushio-chan.
She’s a year under me in school, and I never quite get her first name since
everyone seems to call her with her surname. She also transferred into our
school about a month or two after the start of the school year.
Said girl was average in height, with slightly higher-than average weight for
the height class. She’s also a little on the meek side of the scale, little
wonder how the alpha bitches kept out from harassing her so far. Hoo boy, how
much of an understatement is that.
You see, aside of her average height and little-above-average weight, Ushio-
chan has the body of what you’d normally call a ‘sex bomb’. Countless males,
students and young teachers alike, has ogled her nubile body practically every
waking moment. I’m willing to bet the legendary packed commuter trains of Japan
has seen a few people cop a feel on her bountiful buttocks, too… and don’t get
me started on her boobs. Oh lord, those plump mounds on her chest must have
given her a thousand envious or lustful stares a day, as well as some back
pain.
So, how did your average joe get into this situation in the first place? I
don’t know, really. Not to say that I’ve never tried to win her affection in
any way, since we did hung around the shopping complex’s arcade a few times,
had some fries at the local burger joint, normal stuff really. I don’t have the
money of the uptown boys, or the looks and muscles of the sport club jocks.
“…Yeah.”
In the immortal word of a caveman from a few hundred thousand years ago
regarding the matter of being presented a willing target of sexual liaisons,
I’d say: Ah, fuck it.
“Let’s get somewhere safe and private, then… how about the love hotel near the
sta-… ah yeah. Expensive.”
“I live in a dormitory, so…”
“Yeah, that’s right out. And I live with parents, so my place is right out
too…”
“Will the gym storage suffice, Kane-senpai…?”
She presented the alternative, in the form of a key. I’m just as mystified as
anyone else in this situation on how she managed to procure that precious item
from the hands of the old groundskeeper, or if that key was even the key to the
room she specified. So I figure I’d just ask.
“Where did you get that key, Ushio-chan…?”
“Um… the groundskeeper was asleep in his kotatsu and his room was unlocked,
so…”
Ah. Well I can’t blame him, really. The days has been perfect for catnaps
lately, must be the calendar departing summer and heading for autumn. He is way
past the age when he was alert and strong enough to do his job well. I’ve
helped him with moving things before.
“…It’ll have to do, I guess.”
The walk towards the secluded section of the school was quiet, with the grounds
sparse of people and those who are present are meathead jocks of the Athletic
Club doing laps anyway. I swear that most of them had brain cells replaced with
muscle or something. I think a few of them spied us going to the gym storage,
but they probably dismissed it for something mundane.
“Here… we are…”
There were sounds of doors unlocking, doors opening, us entering, doors
closing, and doors being locked again carefully. Not wanting to leave all the
work to the girl, I moved to close the curtains of the small windows, but found
them already fitted with aluminum grates that prevented people seeing in but
lets some light and air circulation into the room. Ushio-chan had laid some gym
mattresses on the dusty floor, in the meantime, and put a small pack of wet
tissue near her side before divesting her shoes and lying prone.
Swear to whatever god people worshipped these days, she’s breathtaking like
that. Lying on her stomach, her head turned to the left, her gaze halfway
between uncaring and anticipating, her bountiful breasts spilling to the sides…
I could probably jack off to this and be satisfied. There’s that something
about passive, defenseless girls.
“Well… aren’t you going to start…?”
“Whoa, uh… yeah. I should probably start.”
“You’re… not my first, Kane-senpai.”
“Ehh…”
Really, who cares about that at this point. I probably had spent all my
stockpiled luck for the year just to be getting a no-strings-attached casual
sex like this, who am I to look a gift horse in the mouth? There’s slim chance
I’d get this kind of figure mint-in-box, to borrow analogies from one of my
collector friends.
“And you’re not my first either, Ushio-chan. Gave my first to Hidari-chan.”
“Oh, I… see…”
And there, I did it. I cupped my hands on her butts. Oh goodness, they’re so
warm and soft, like she’s in a different level altogether. No wonder men likes
to touch and grope butts, and hers in particular.
“Ah…”
“So soft, Ushio-chan…”
Feeling a bit bolder, I sneak one of my hand under her skirt, finding out that
she wore white panties underneath. Touching the skin directly and kneading like
a baker would with a particularly fine slab of soft dough, I continue my
ministrations amongst her breathy, suppressed moans.
“Too hard?”
“Nh-… no, you’re… -mh! Doing fine…”
That’s another one that I find cute in her. Even with her back arched ventrally
and healthily-blushing face looking back at me, she still tries to cover her
evident start of an arousal. With added boldness of a haze-addled young man, I
moved forward and leans to kiss her in the nape.
Yeah, I’m kind of poetic. My Classical Japanese has top marks, so sue me.
“Nhaa~!”
“Sorry. Am I going to fast?”
“N-noo… it’s just… you’re touching… that…”
Ah, she’s putting up airs. An innocent bravado covering up for a normal case of
arousal, as expected from a cutesy girl like that. I suppose she’s just trying
to stoke up my machismo, maybe her partners before me aren’t all that receptive
to assertive girls.
“Ne Ushio-chan, let me pull you up a bit.”
“Uh… okay…?”
With a smooth motion I brought her to her knees, her face facing away and my
hands encircling her slim waist. I parted her silky mid-back-length black hair
next, uncovering her nape and the area around the base of her neck. Gently I
breathed warm air on the area, taking a little pleasure on watching her shiver
and squirm under my arms.
“Aaahn…”
“You’re quite sensitive there, huh.”
“Y-… yeesh…”
I continued my unconventional arousal technique continued for a bit more,
before slipping my free right hand under her regulation school outfit. From her
small gasp, I’d say she had expected this.
“Sehn… pai…”
“You don’t like touched there?”
Hey, I have to ask the question. One of my senpai-slash-best-friend was a stud,
but an honorable one. He would tell of his escapades from time to time, and
he’d hammer me on the subject of consent multiple times. His mom was a sex
counselor it seems.
“N-no… but…”
“Oh, alright.”
Just like that, I pulled out from under her shirt, now content on holding on
her waist and licking on her nape. I can tell that she’s a little dumbfounded.
Poor girl, her previous partners must have been less accomodating.
“Unnh… senpai?”
“Yeah?”
“I… um… why…?”
“You don’t seem to consent of me touching your breasts.”
“Uh… I don’t mind…”
“Do you really mean that?”
“It’s… necessary, right?”
“…Whoever told you that must have been a total hack who doesn’t know what
consent is.”
“…Uh.”
I wish she was facing me, since her dumbfounded-but-mildly-aroused face would
have been hilarious.
“See Ushio-chan, consent can be given and taken away equally easily… and it’s
up to me to uphold your trust by abiding on your consent. A guy who doesn’t
abide to that is pretty much a rapist in all but name.”
Oooh, white knight line. Yay me.
“Um, wow. Who taught you this, senpai?”
“A friend. He… well, goes around.”
There’s a few moments of awkward silence between us as we seem to gather our
thoughts. In a rather awkward position too, as I was still holding her by the
waist and she was facing away from me. Ah youth, thy name be awkwardness.
“Th-then… I give you consent, Kane-senpai. For… everything…”
“Hmm. The wording could use a little more work, but I accept.”
“Mou, senpai…”
The last sentence sounds a bit different. For one, it has less strain then her
earlier words. Moreover, she’s also smiling, the first time today since all
this began, and what a smile it is.
“Well then, shall we… get to the meat of the matter?”
“Kane-senpai, that humor’s a low blow.”
“… Did you just counter my pun with another pun?”
“Yes, why?”
“…Nothing. I just find it sexy, that’s all.”
“Oh, senpai…”
Seizing initiative, I again slipped my hands under her uniform top, this time
seizing the two bountiful tracts of land beneath. Even confined by the shackles
of her bra, they are capable of making my fingers sink into them. I can even
feel her nipples getting more erect and poking through the fabric of her bra.
“Nngh…”
“Feeling good?”
“Mmhm… just… let me undress first…”
“What if I say that I like to have sex with you while clothed?”
“Eeh? I… but this is my last set for the next day or two and the other one is
still being laundered…”
“…Oh well, worth the try.”
“M-mou, senpai is a bully…”
“Eh, go on with the stripping, I want to see.”
“Yes…”
After the exchange of banter, I let her stand and sat back to enjoy the show.
First It was the skirt, prevented from falling to the dusty floor by her hands
and was swiftly put away on the relatively-cleaner surface of one of the
vaulting horse. Next it was her school-regulation top consigned to the same
fate, and there it is. Lo and behold, her legendary tits. I could just stare at
her in this state all day. It was that damned sexy, probably sexier than her
fully bare.
“Wait, wait.”
“Hunh…?”
“That wet spot in the middle… don’t tell me you got wet just by me playing on
your breasts a little?”
“Un… it was actually my nape…”
“Huh… as expected of a school, you learn something new everyday.”
“Mou, nobody played with them quite as much as you do and it’s a really new
sensation for me…”
“I see. Strip bare then, I want to see you naked… hm, on second thought, leave
your socks on.”
“Yes sir…”
So she did, deliberate slowness emphasizing the act. First was the bra, Ushio
shedding it with contemptuous ease despite her slow pace. I bet she has had one
too many ham-fisted partners in the past to take up the task herself. After
that, off goes the white panties, again with deliberate slowness. Oh god, I
think I’m going to shoot here and now.
“Please be gentle, Kane-senpai.”
She issued a standard request as she knelt down and executed a perfect bow that
will probably fit in a formal setting more than this shed. Not that I intend to
deny that request, really. What sort of man won’t comply when faced with a cute
busty girl prostrating in front of him, clad mostly in her birth-day suit save
a pair of socks?
“I’ll be sure to consider your pleasure, Ushio-chan.”
I rearranged my position and backed away until my back comes to contact with
another vaulting horse at the end of the mattress, and then undid my trousers.
Ushio dutifully followed suit while crawling on her all fours, much like a cow
being led. She even helped me cast aside my trousers and boxers, leaving my
erect penis standing proudly.
“…Not really big, huh.”
“Um… I think he’s quite cute, Kane-senpai…”
“Cute. Really, Ushio-chan.”
“Well, itadakimasu~”
What sort of girl said that before fellatio? Damn, she must have gone places…
I’d like her to meet Tojo-senpai sometimes, them swapping stories could be
awesomely hilarious. That aside, oh good lord Amaterasu in heaven, this is
really really good. Thank you lord!
“Mmnhm~”
“Ohh man… that’s good… ne Ushio-chan, can you get sideways? Get your pussy to
face this way…”
“Nnhm…?”
“Yeah… this way, this way… perfect. Now can you get your leg up… excellent.”
Her pubic hair was sparse, probably from regular shaving. In the dim light I
could just make out where her pussy is, and after a tentative touch I
determined that she is indeed fairly wet down there. Of course, I didn’t have
anything to compare that on, aside from information contained within the odd
adult comic I hid under the matress of my bed. However, I can say for sure that
womanhoods are indeed quite soft. Hers even felt rather fragile down there.
“Nnhnn~”
“You’re good at this… oh, damn…”
I really wasn’t an expert of female vocalization. I really need to consult Mrs.
Tojo in the future on how to read the mood in an intercourse based on my
partner’s moans. I hope she has student rates or something.
“Feeling good?”
“Mmhm…”
Oh lord, that tongue was really brushing on a lot of places. The head, the
shaft’s underside… she even took one of my balls into her mouth just now. Not
only she’s with someone before, she’s more skilled than I could have imagined!
At this rate, I won’t last long…
“Ushio-chan, slow do-nggh!”
“Mmnnh~!”
Just like that, the springtime of my youth ended with a bang in her mouth. I
lost, she won. Even though I’m the senpai, she has broken my pride and made me
humble. Yeah, that’s The Iron Sheik’s quote. So what big guy, I’m already
humble. A few more moments pass as the cute sexy girl currently holding my
penis in her mouth cleans up, swallowing every drop of ejaculate coming out of
my humbled manhood.
“Puhaa~…”
“Ushio-chan… I think this is the end of the line for me…”
“Mmhnm… Senpai, let’s wait for a few minutes. I’m sure your penis would regain
its vitality by then.”
The words are said with a tone of confidence, a notion of ‘don’t worry, I’ve
handled this before!’ readable between the lines. Thanks for the vote of
confidence, Ushio-chan, you’re a good girl but human physiology don’t quite
work that way.
“If you say so. Well in the meantime, come here. I want to drink your milk.”
“Silly senpai, I can’t lactate yet…”
“I’m making sure you’ll produce a lot for your future kid, Ushio-chan.”
“Oh you…”
With that, she rose to her knees and propped her considerable tracts of land in
front of my face, perky erect nipples protruding out from the areolar region.
Oooh yeah. I bet half the school would kill for this kind of opportunity.
“I’m digging in.”
“Please do, Senpai… hnaa~”
Suckling is probably the earliest reflex known to a human being, introduced
when one was a wee baby under an hour old. Without that a baby won’t last long
in this world. Right now, my mouth is full of boobs probably the first time
since I was two or so.
“Mnnmh… mmhm…”
“Senpai… aahn~! Haa… d-don’t bite on it-… hyaaan!”
Damn, never thought that she’d be quite the little screamer. I guess that’s why
she prefer to stuff her mouth with my dick instead. Despite that, I continue my
work in suckling her right nipple, occasionally gently nibbling or teasing it
with my tongue just to see if any milk will come out. An exercise in futility
I’m sure, but suitably erotic anyway.
“Sssh-… shenpaaaaiii~!”
Her slightly different tone of her moan bugged me off, so I stopped sucking on
her left teat after that particular moan. Sure enough, she plopped on to the
mattress as I relinquished my grip from her waist, deep breaths indicating that
her exertion is greater than I thought.
A quick gaze to her womanhood confirmed that her pussy is wetter than it was
before. The particular area is glistening, even. Interesting, I never thought
girls can get that wet before.
“You okay there, Ushio-chan?”
“Y-yes… I’m sorry…”
“Eeh… why apologize?”
“I… well, I need to take a little breather…”
“Did you just had an orgasm?”
“Um-… well, yeah, I think…”
“It’s normal to take a breather then, you’ve been doing most of the work. Go
on, let me take it from here.”
I stalk to her supine form and parted her legs. With a tentative touch
resulting in her slight shudder, I now say for sure that her pussy is indeed
secreting a lot of mucus. Feeling a little more bold, I lower my lips to meet
her labia, and kissed her there.
“Itadakimasu, again.”
“E-eeh? But… senpai, it’s dirty ther-… yaaaahn~!”
Huh, her pussy actually kind of tasted savory. Fatty with a little hint of
starchy taste, just like unseasoned cream or butter. Slightly slippery on my
tongue, probably because it’s secreting more than before. It’s fairly nice, if
unique feeling.
“Nnhaaaahn~”
“Hello there, miss clitoris.”
“M-mou, senphaai… p-please dhont phlay with your ffhoooooo-”
Yet another mostly-coherent sentence dissolving into a passionate, hot moan in
the end. Even Ushio’s skin has taken a little more glint on it, courtesy of
slight perspiration. Hmm, that makes me want to try something…
“Ne, Ushio-chan, can you sit?”
“H-huh…? Um, I can…”
“Alright, sit and hold your arms up. Behind your head is fine.”
“O-okay…?”
There was a few moments of shuffling about as she complied to my request. Her
bewildered-yet-lusty face looks cute, but saying that is probably just
pleonaste by now.
“Now hold still…”
“O-… okay… wh-… senpai, wai- aaaahn~!”
Now I kind of confirmed my self as a closet fetishist as I ran my tongue along
her sweaty right side, up until her neatly-shaved armpit. After her buttery
pussy, I suppose her side tasted quite salty with a tinge of bitter. That could
just be her deodorant.
“Ohh… Sssenphai… ish a dirty maaan…”
“Well, I’ll take the ‘man’ part nonetheless.”
“Moou… and you’ll make a lady wait, senpaai~?”
“Of course. A man waits until a lady is ready.”
“I’m ready… come on, senpai…”
Yup, the moment of truth is at hand. There’s a lot of things to prove for me,
really… but I guess I’ll be as ready as it can be. She laid there, her head and
shoulders propped by one of the vaulting horses, legs open wide and womanhood
trickling. I position my penis at her entrance, and pushed.
“Uh… um, wow…”
“Mmhn… you’re in, senpai.”
“It’s quite an easy entry, isn’t it.”
“Mmhm, you made me really wet and relaxed beforehand, senpai…”
“Should I describe how warm and wonderful your insides to you?”
“Only if I can describe and moan at length about how big and fulfilling and
yadda yadda yadda your cock, senpai.”
“Phooey, you’ll scare my erection away. Well then, I’m going to move.”
With that, I pulled my penis slowly out amidst her slight whimper, before
sliding in again with as much power I can muster with my rather limited waist
movement. A wet slapping noise can be heard as the base of my penis hit the
area around her labia. Oh, and the inside of her womanhood felt warm and
wonderful indeed.
And so we moved, hip against hip joined in sweet ecstacy. The passage of time
were lost to us, in the midst of my soft grunts and her stacatto of moans. The
smell of sex thick in the air, heedless of temperature and moisture.
“Nghrh!”
Just like that, the surge is over as I emptied whatever my body could muster
over such a short period of recovery. Our body quickly loses its tension as the
orgasmic rush subsided.
“Haa… s-senpai…”
“Phew… that was intense…”
“Senpai… I-”
To my abject surprise, the shed door opened. Two girls can be seen standing
before it, face a little concerned. Funny, I thought Ushio-chan had locked the
door before we started.
“Ah, there you are.”
“Hamakaze-chan! Isokaze-chan! Mou, don’t just barge in like that!”
“We’re worried that you’ll miss the dorm curfew.”
“Eeeh? Oh my god, did we… oh god oh god oh god!”
And so, Ushio became a blur of movement, putting her clothes back together as
quickly as she can while the two girls closed the door and waited. I put my
clothes back on in a slower pace, but throughout the session I merely shed my
trousers and boxers, so getting them back on was quick.
“I’ll be going!”
Just like that, the encounter was concluded. The blue-haired girl ran closely
behind Ushio, racing towards the caretaker’s abode to return the purloined key
I imagine. However, the platinum-blond girl stayed back and walked with me.
“Kane-senpai from class 2-3, was it?”
“Yes. And you are?”
“Hamakaze. I’m in Ushio’s class.”
A moment of silence ensued as I got up. The girl’s words was terse, almost
militaristic.
“Oh, okay. I’ll have you know that she asked me and not the other way around.”
“That I know. I just noticed that Ushio… sort of lost track of time with you,
something that hasn’t happened before with her partners in the past.”
“And that’s noteworthy because…?”
“You’re good.”
“Less ‘good’ and more ‘my tubes were mostly empty so it takes longer to gather
something to shoot with’, Hamakaze-san.”
“Come over sometimes.”
With that unexpected words, she pressed a folded scrap paper on a bundle of
cloth to my palm. Then, she closed in to my left ear and whispered.
“Let’s have a foursome. You, me, Ushio, and Isokaze together. I’m sure it’ll
be… fun.”
It wasn’t until I got back to my house that I realized that the bundle of cloth
was Ushio’s panties, and the scrap paper has an address written on it.
End Notes
     Chapter 1 feels way too much like Bakemonogatari's jaunty narration -
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