Puella Magi American Sensei

06

We fell into a companionable mostly silence after that, as one or the other of them occasionally gave me directions out of Mitakihara and into Kamino. Stopping at a gas station along the way, I filled up the tank and bought a bunch of snacks and things. Then, we were back on the road.

Eventually, at the girls' direction, I pulled to a stop in front of an old, abandoned church. We got out of the car, but I left the engine running and the headlights pointed inside. "Homura, could you?"

I blinked and she had shifted positions. "She's inside. Heading for the door."

"Lets not meet her in uniform, huh? Nice and friendly like."

Getting the idea, Mami and Homura both dropped their transformations. It was only a few moments later that a redheaded girl slipped out of the front door. She was dressed in shorts and a blue hoodie, which was good, because it meant she wasn't expecting a fight. She squinted and held up a hand to block the light from the headlights. Reaching into the car, I shut off the lights and killed the engine.

Kyoko blinked the spots out of her eyes as she approached, she frowned when she spotted Mami. She stopped just a few feet from the front of the car. Looking at me, she asked, "I can guess why they're here. So who are you she why're you here? Cause mister, you're in way over your head."

"Sakura Kyoko." She stiffened. "My name is John White. I'm a teacher at Mami's and Homura's school. Relax, we're not here to cause trouble. I even come bearing gifts."

I reached into the car and pulled out the plastic bag from the store, before offering it to her. She raised an eyebrow and eyed Mami suspiciously for a moment before cautiously approaching. Taking the bag, she opened it and grinned. "I suppose she told you all of my favorites."

"Yep. I make no apologies."

"Heh. Okay. Fine. You've bought a few minutes of my time. What do you want, sensei? It can't be about school." Looking at Mami, she asked, "Did you get him involved?"

"I did," Homura answered, stepping forward and offering a hand. "Akemi Homura."

Kyoko frowned but shook the girl's hand. "Just Kyoko. Never heard of you. You new?"

"In a manner of speaking. Would you be willing to move this conversion to somewhere more secure, where we won't be overheard?"

"Why?"

"Because it's important," I cut in. "We need to brief you on what we know and we'd like some info in return, if you have it."

She eyed me skeptically. "How much do you know?"

"I know you're a magical girl. You all are."

"Then why hasn't Kyubey erased your memories yet. It's usually good about cleaning up loose ends."

"Because we won't let him," Mami finally spoke up. "Please, Kyoko. Hear us out. I know we've had our differences in the past—"

"Differences?!"

I held up a hand, moving between them to block Kyoko's sight of Mami. "You're one of the strongest, most skilled, most experienced magical girls around. When I asked who we could turn to for help, your name was on top of the list. I know you and Mami have a history. I know there are issues between you. Can you put them aside for now to hear us out and work with us? Please, Kyoko."

Kyoko frowned. Opening a box of pocky, she dug one of the sticks out and bit into it viciously. After a moment of chewing, she grunted. "Fine. Where are we going?"

"My home. It's warded against intrusion," Homura explained.

"Lets go." Moving to the passenger seat, she climbed in. Homura eyed her with a raised eyebrow. "I'm not riding beside her. If you want me to come…"

"It's fine," I assured her. "Though, try not to spill anything on my nice leather seats."

"I'm not klutz, sensei," Kyoko rolled her eyes and popped the top on a canned coffee before starting to play with the radio dial. It eventually landed on modern J-pop and she grinned as she turned the volume up. "Lets go!"

I eyed Homura and Mami. Mami shrugged while Homura rolled her eyes. The three of us got in and headed for Homura's home.

Kyoko frowned as she looked over the pictures of Walpurgis. "So, we're fucked or you're lying. Either way, I think I'll be leaving town for a while."

I sighed, palming my face. Kyoko was a handful and she really wasn't a team player, or at least claimed not to be.

Finally, I had enough. Reaching into my pocket, I produced her soul gem—the one Homura had given me, from an alternate Kyoko. I held it up to the light so she could get a good look. "We're telling the truth."

"What? Where did you get that?" She demanded, before summoning her own soul gem. She compared the two and frowned. "Give me that."

I tossed the gem to her and Kyoko placed them side by side. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, like a couple of magnets placed near enough, they leapt across the table and slammed into each other. With a flash of red light, the two gems merged, and Kyoko collapsed back onto the couch, dead to the world. Completely limp.

"Did I just kill her?"

"No. It's like her soul gem got out of range," Homura hummed. She picked up the resultant singular soul gem and tucked it into Kyoko's hand, before moving back to her seat.

Only a few moments later, Kyoko's eyes opened and she sat up. "What happened? I feel… funny."

Kyoko looked around at the three of us. Landing on me, I watched as her face slowly heated in a blush, before she turned her eyes down to her soul gem in her hands. "Where'd the other one go?"

"What do you remember?" Homura tried.

Kyoko shrugged. "We were talking and sensei pulled out a soul gem that looked like mine. Felt like it, too."

"That's because it was," I said. "So. Short version here: magical girls become witches when their soul gems go completely dark."

"Shit."

"Yeah. I can drain corruption though. Better than a grief seed, with no apparent limit."

Kyoko sat up a bit straighter at that and eyed me. "So… you don't ever have to worry about running out of grief seeds, or using too much magic."

"That's right," Mami nodded.

"And that means… no witching out. As long as sensei is around."

"Precisely," Homura confirmed.

I continued my explanation. "Yesterday, Homura handed me a grief seed belonging to a version of you from a previous loop. I drained it overnight. Today, it turned into a soul gem. So… I think I can de-witch magical girls, on top of being able to purify soul gems. Now, my question is, since your soul gem merged with the old one does anything feel different?"

Kyoko hummed, closing her eyes and focusing internally. "Yeah. It's uh…" her blush darkened. "I feel some… things. Not like I remember anything, but just feelings. And I feel, kind of stronger?"

"Kyoko-chan—"

"Don't -chan me," the redhead glared.

"We need to know everything," Homura cut in before Kyoko could say more.

"Nng." Glaring at everyone, Kyoko turned away and crossed her arms over her chest after returning her gem to its ring form. "I feel like I should like him, okay?! Like, like I want to, to do… things. Kiss and stuff."

"Things and stuff," I repeated.

"Shut up!" Kyoko bit out. "What did you do to me?!"

"Nothing," I shook my head. "Although… Homura?" The girl looked at me with a raised eyebrow. "What was my relationship to the Kyoko whose soul gem you gave me?"

Homura thought about it for a few moments before her lips twitched into a smile. "Sexual."

"What?!" Kyoko yelped. Mami laughed, while Homura just looked smugly amused to be causing me trouble. "Why would I—"

"Because sensei is kind," Mami answered with a smile, earning an annoyed look from Kyoko. "He cares for us."

"Also the fact that apparently, getting your soul gem purified feels really good," I muttered.

Kyoko scoffed. "Can't feel that good."

Shrugging, I held out my hand. "You could use a top up, right? Give it here and find out."

Kyoko stared at me, a defiant look on her face. Without even being prompted, Homura and Mami both handed over their own gems. Finally, Kyoko grunted and slapped hers into my hand beside the others. The moment it made skin contact, however, she squirmed and I saw her jaw muscles flex. "It, it's not that great."

"Give it time," Mami smiled.

"Anyway, while you test that, we had some questions. Have you ever been to Asunaro? Come across the Pleiades Saints?"

Kyoko dropped back onto her butt on the couch across from us. Picking a melon bread out of the bag of snacks I'd gotten for her, she shrugged. "Maybe. What about 'em?"

I sent her a flat look, before firmly stroking the red soul gem in my hand. Kyoko shuddered from head to foot before glaring at me and biting savagely into her bread. "Kyoko, please. We need as much help as we can get. Think about it. No grief seed requirement means no fighting over resources. A much larger group of magical girls could all work together towards a singular goal. All united under one banner."

"Yours."

"Ours," I countered the girl. "I'm not trying to make some kind of power play here. I just want Walpurgis defeated and to put enough firepower between me and whatever the Incubators want to throw at me to make them come to the conclusion that it's not worth trying to take me out when they figure out what I can do."

Kyoko frowned, eyeing her soul gem in my hand. "You're not gonna make people do weird stuff to get their soul gems cleaned, are you?"

"Why would you think that?" I looked to Homura, who shrugged.

"She doesn't usually ask that."

"W-well, I mean, it's kinda obvious—"

"Hehehe~ Kyoko-chan—"

"Don't call me -chan."

"—is showing her true colors! My, what lewd thoughts she has."

Kyoko growled and I cut in before things could devolve. "No, I won't be taking advantage of anyone. Homura and Mami made their own choices. If it bothers you, there's still the grief seed method. Pretty sure you could just use one, hand it to me, and I could clean it, then keep passing it back and forth. Not as fast or as efficient, but it could work."

The redhead stuffed her hands into her pockets, pulling her knees up to her chest where she sat. "Really?"

"Really."

"…It's fine," she murmured, looking away as her cheeks heated up again. "The Pleiades are in Asunaro, yeah. I can get in contact with them if you want. Don't recommend it though. There's some weird shit going on around Asunaro. Magical girls disappearing and stuff."

"We'll figure it out. It'd help us out if you could talk to them tomorrow. Request a meet with their leader or something, or the whole group if they feel like. Whatever works for them."

Kyoko nodded. "Alright. What should I say?"

"I would suggest leading with Walpurgis," Homura supplied.

The redhead scoffed. "Yeah, that's going to go over well. 'Hey, we've got a time traveling magical girl in Mitakihara who says the strongest wandering witch is going to come smash our shit in. Wanna come get wrecked too?' Yeeeeah, no. Hard no."

"I don't know what to tell you, then. You can't lead with anything about me. Can you wing it?"

"…Maybe. I'll give it a shot," Kyoko nodded. Standing up, she stretched her arms above her head. "Well, time for me to go."

"Where are you staying? I'll give you a ride," I offered, but I had my suspicions.

"Tch," Kyoko grunted, looking between myself and Homura. "You already know, don't you?" Homura nodded while I remained still. "Look, the church has four walls and a roof."

"Homura's got a couple of spare rooms," I offered and Kyoko bristled, opening her mouth. I cut her off. "They're just going to go to waste."

"…It's a long commute to school."

"So transfer," I shrugged. "I'm guessing the little rat keeps people off of you about your living situation. Tell it to get you a transfer. If it asks why, tell it you wanted a change of scenery. Or don't, and skip school entirely. It's less than a month—"

"Twenty-eight days."

"—until Walpurgis. If we strike out, Homura loops. If not, you can always make things up. Might as well just skip."

Kyoko considered us for a few moments before nodding. "Fine. But this isn't permanent!"

"Of course not," I agreed, before handing her soul gem back.

Kyoko swiped it and shifted it back into a ring on her finger. "Where am I sleeping?"

Homura stood and nodded for Kyoko to follow. I started gathering up our dishes with Mami's help, and we made our way to the kitchen to clean up after ourselves. Then, it was bath time. Homura joined us shortly after and sped through a scrub, before joining us in the tub. I was relaxing with my eyes closed, settled between my two students, when the door to the bathroom opened. Kyoko barged in and paused upon seeing us in the tub. I cracked one eye open long enough to acknowledge her, before closing it again.

"In or out," Homura said, likewise otherwise ignoring her presence.

Mami shook her head. "Now, that's not very nice. We've soaked long enough and this is Kyoko-chan's," everyone ignored the redhead's muttering of 'don't call me -chan,' "first night here. Why don't we give her the bath and go to bed?"

"You just want to have sex," Homura accused.

"Yep!" Mami confirmed, standing up and getting out, before taking our hands and starting to pull. "Come on, up we go!"

Kyoko stared as the three of us gathered our things and left the bathroom, her red eyes trailing over us as we walked past, getting an eyeful. Once we were out of the bathroom and safely in Homura's bedroom, I smacked Mami on the ass. "That was mean."

"Why sensei, I have no idea what you're talking about," the girl smirked.

Homura rolled her eyes at that. "It's fine. Though, she's being more… testy than usual."

"Could it be because of her soulgem merger?" Mami suggested as she dried herself off.

"It could be," Homura allowed. "Kyoko likes to challenge, to test. Or as you've told me before, she's 'a tsundere stuck inside an action girl.' So there are times she denies her feelings, or acts defensive and abrasive, and other times where she rushes forward aggressively when she finally commits. She'll settle down in a few days. I give it a week of holding her soulgem before she gives in."

"Well, in the meantime, we'll just have to enjoy having sensei all to ourselves~" Mami cheered, before throwing off her towel and wrapping her arms around my side. Her hair hung down, loose and still damp, and her body was soft and warm as she leaned up and captured my lips with her own.

"You chose last time. I choose this time," Homura reminded, moving up to my other side and waiting for Mami to pull away before claiming her own kiss.

"Alright, what do you want to do, Homura-chan?"

"Mmm," Homura purred as she pulled away from our kiss. Eyeing the blonde, curvier form of Mami, a leer pulled at her lips. "Give me some ribbons. Make sure they're soft."

Mami raised an eyebrow, but summoned up a spool of gold ribbon. Homura let some out and moved behind Mami, looping it around her neck, around her breasts, and behind her. "Hands."

I watched as Homura had Mami hold her ribbon, then set about tying her up with it—binding her wrists and forearms up to the elbows, then around the chest, under and over the breasts, around the waist, into her crotch to either side of her pussy and out behind her ass like a thong, around the ankles, then locking her into position with her feet back nearly to her ankles, leaving Mami laying on her side. The way she was tied up squeezed her titties between her own ribbons, separating each and putting it under pressure, turning them red and leaving her nipples standing out painfully.

"As sexy as that is to look at, it's not very practical for sex," I pointed out.

Mami nodded. "It's really not. I can't really spread my legs…"

Homura raised an eyebrow. "Who said you were actively participating? Or that you could speak?"

With that, Homura looped a makeshift gag between Mami's lips. Then, she threw a length of ribbon around the light fixture above and hoisted Mami into the air above the bed. Thankfully, this was a barrier she controlled, otherwise I was certain those things weren't designed to hold the weight of a person. Eyeing the blonde and her view of the bed below, I asked, "Denial play?"

"For a bit," Homura confirmed. "After which, we can let her down. You can take her from behind while I turn those oversized lumps of fat black and blue."

Mami's eyes went wide at the threat, but from the way she began to drip onto the bed from her leaking cunt, she clearly liked the idea. Homura paid her no mind as she took my hand and led me to the bed. Superior magical girl strength had me wrestled down a moment later and I chuckled up at the girl. "You could've just said you wanted to be on top."

"It's more fun to fight sometimes," she shrugged. "Knowing I can just push you down and do what I like with you, whenever I want… Ah, sensei, the only way it could be better is if Madoka were here."

I rested a hand on Homura's hip as she straddled me and began to grind her hot, wet little lips against my cock, coating my dick in her juices. Then, with the ease of experience and familiarity with our bodies, she hilted me inside herself in one smooth stroke. I grunted as she took me almost to the base, my cock hitting her cervix as she ground herself down against me, her firm little ass resting on my balls. "And just how would that work, Homura?"

The girl smiled down on me as she summoned her soul gem, then clasped my hand, holding her soul captive between our bodies as she began to slowly rock back and forth. I could see Mami above and behind her as Homura's raven wing hair draped around us like a curtain, silky smooth where it brushed against my skin. "It works however we like it. However, I'm especially fond of taking Madoka from behind with a strap-on while she rides you. She has surprisingly wide hips and a wonderful ass, under her uniform."

"Kinda pear shaped."

Homura nodded. "I like watching it from behind. There's just something fascinating about watching something disappear inside her and come out over and over again, while she makes all of those cute sounds. She giggles when she comes, sometimes. It's the cutest thing…"

"You should talk to her more," I pointed out, running my free hand up her hip, over her stomach, and cupping her breast as I matched her slow, gentle pace. We were in no hurry, and honestly, making Mami wait was kind of the point here.

Homura's eyes lidded and she drew in a breath as her first orgasm rolled through her, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my cock as she kept rolling her hips, never breaking her pace—and in the process showing me just how used to this she was, that she could just slowly ride out her orgasm with barely a twitch to her facial expression. "After. After things settle down and we have the Pleiades on board. When we're relatively safe and I'm not having to run back and forth."

"How about I help you seduce her? That's what you want, isn't it?"

"Mm. That would be nice," she agreed. "Just talk to her and be yourself. She has a crush. Eventually, she'll ask to visit or something."

Smirking up at the girl, I asked, "Why Homura, are we in a love triangle? You like Madoka, Madoka likes me…"

"Yes." I blinked. I wasn't expecting her to just admit it outright. "Though, it's not that simple. That's how it started out. Madoka approached you in one of the first loops you were in. She made her wish early. You were able to catch her soul gem in time to keep it from being corrupted. She fell for you, after that. It… hurt," she admitted. I squeezed her hand in mine, running my other hand up and down her side, and Homura smiled down on me. "It kept happening. Unless I got to her first, which wasn't always possible. It was only after I finally gave in, accepted the feelings your touch on my skin, and especially on my gem, brought out in me and embraced them that I was able to realize that we didn't have to compete for Madoka's affections. Her heart is big enough to love us all equally."

No kidding, I mused, moving my hand down between her legs and beginning to stroke her clit, causing Homura's eyelids to flutter and her cunt to clench around me in another orgasm.

"After," she swallowed thickly, trying to keep her voice steady, "after that, I realized that it was easier to work with you than against you. I fell in love again, sensei. You became my constant companion, when I couldn't even approach Madoka, due to interference from the others or the rat. You always listened. Always treated me kindly. Gave me what I needed. And for that, I can never repay you."

"You don't have to repay me anything, Homura."

"You're wrong, sensei. Without you, my life would have been much more lonely. Empty. Gray and lifeless. The only spots of color when I spoke with Madoka. She gave me trust and friendship, you gave me hope and life outside of the maze. I don't know how you do it, but you are the single most unpredictable person in the loop. Even when everyone stays the same, you find a way to do something different."

I pulled on Homura's hand, pulling her down to lie flat against me, her small but perky breasts pressed flat into my chest. I buried my free hand in her silky soft hair, petting her head as our lips met in a slow, deep kiss—a mirror of the way our bodies moved against each other. She broke our kiss only for a moment to whisper, "Love me more, sensei," before her lips were back on mine and our tongues were rolling against each other.

Homura's breathing started to come harder as her orgasms quickly became more frequent, until it got to the point where she was just coming continuously—no beginning or end, just a constant series of peaks and valleys. That was when I hit my limit. She broke our kiss, pressing her lips to my ear, her teeth nipping at the lobe. "Come, sensei~. Come inside me~."

That did it. I grunted, squeezing her hand and pulling her tightly against me in a hug as I filled her up, and Homura's cunt tried to wring every last drop of sperm out of me. Let me tell you, having a woman continuously coming around your cock when you're going off is an experience.

She licked my ear and pulled away, rolling off me and laying on her back just before it would have gotten to the point of over-stimulation. She panted, still coming as she lay there because we were still holding her soul gem between our hands, a blissful look on her face. "I love it when you hold me," she murmured, curling into my side and throwing a leg over mine, rearranging our hands until she could hold my arm pressed between her breasts. Yawning, Homura buried her face in my shoulder. "Ten minutes, then we'll make Mami squeal."

"Sounds like a plan," I agreed, closing my eyes and resting for a bit.

Above us, Mami whined impotently as she watched, the sounds apparently music to Homura's ears as she smiled every time the blonde did it. When I felt ready to go again, I kissed Homura on the lips and stood up, using the ribbons around Mami to bring her down. "Alright, let's see. How do I unwrap this present enough to get at the prize?"

Homura rolled her eyes, before pulling on one of the ribbons, which in turn caused Mami's legs to spread. "I've become very good with my rope work, sensei."

"I can tell," I praised her. Reaching out, I stroked Mami's thighs as I settled in behind her, between her legs. Her bare cunt was running like a leaky faucet as I ran the head of my cock over her, before sliding into her hot, tight depths.

"Mmmf," Mami groaned through her gag.

Collecting the extra ribbon she had set aside earlier, Homura looped it over and over in her hands as I took hold of the ribbons holding Mami to the ceiling with one hand and the hair at the back of her head with the other and began to slowly fuck in and out of her, pushing and pulling her into a swinging motion that did most of the work for me. When she was satisfied with her loops of ribbon, Homura reached out and grabbed the ribbons holding Mami's breasts bound up tightly, pulling them and undoing the ties, letting the blonde's breasts hang free and swing with every stroke of my cock in her channel. Homura stroked Mami's face, giving the blonde girl a smile.

"Remember, this is your power. You can free yourself at any time." Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against Mami's ear. "It'll feel better if you don't shut out the pain."

I raised an eyebrow at that, before watching as Homura stepped back, pulled her arm holding the ribbons back, and then swung forward. The length of ribbons struck Mami's hanging breasts like a cat o' nine tails, a loud smack echoing through the room. Mami's entire body clenched against her restraints. A muffled squeal left her gag. "MMM!"

But perhaps most telling of all… was the way her pussy immediately clenched around my cock, beginning to suck and squeeze as me as she grew hotter and absolutely flooded with her arousal.

She tried to flinch away from Homura as the dark haired girl pulled back again, but there was nowhere to go, and without controlling her ribbons herself she was stuck. A smirk pulled at my lips and I thrust forward, pushing Mami forward into the smack across the tops of her tits—catching the soft, sensitive, delicate flesh of her breasts, her large areolas, and even grazing her nipples. Mami screamed into the gag, shaking her head back and forth and sending her golden hair flying… but she tried to roll her hips back into me and she clenched up even harder at the pain.

"You see, sensei, the truth is that I've been looping so long that I've learned almost all there is to know about my fellow magical girls in Mitakihara—and even a few of the other girls. Kazuko, Hitomi. And Mami?" she beamed a cruel smile that just made her more beautiful. "Sweet, innocent, well-mannered, friendly… it's all a lie. You see, Tomoe Mami's true nature is that of a masochistic pig, squealing for attention."

"Nnn!" Mami shook her head.

"No? But if that were actually true, you wouldn't enjoy this so much. Ah, but how about we ask sensei?"

"That seems fair to me," I agreed, reaching down and rubbing Mami's ass. "What do you say, Mami? Let's see if your body tells the truth where your mouth is ashamed to."

Mami shook her head again, but we ignored her. Homura's purple eyes met my green with that intense look. She was having fun. More than a little fun, really. As she had said, apparently I brought out the 'best' in her. "Sensei, tell me, which of these does Mami react to best? This?" She reached down and gently stroked Mami's left tit, fondling the hanging, swaying orb and gently teasing the blonde's big nipple this way and that. Mami's pussy fluttered slightly around me, but that was it.

"Or this?" Homura brought her ribbons around and snapped them against Mami's breasts again. Mami squealed and a flood of her juices ran from her cunt, dripping onto the futon below us.

"Definitely the second one," I confirmed. "But it seems she's made a mess."

Homura sighed, taking on a put-upon look. "Every time with her. If you get her a little too worked up, she makes a mess of everything. We're lucky it's just a little grool, sensei. If we get her worked up enough, she'll piss herself. Absolutely disgusting."

"I dunno, I kind of want to see that," I admitted. "It'd require some prep, but I'd love to see her lose control like that."

"Mm. I know," Homura rolled her eyes. "Your own proclivities are something I am intimately familiar with. Luckily for you, I happen to enjoy them. But still, soiling the futon?" Homura clicked her tongue. "We'll have to discipline her sternly for this, sensei. I can't have a pet that isn't housebroken. Step back a moment."

I pulled out of Mami and Homura adjusted her bindings, pulling this way and that, until Mami went from suspended horizontally, face down over the floor with her legs behind her, to vertically, facing me, with her legs pulled all the way up and spread out in a 'V' over her head, leaving her pussy exposed for me. "There we go," Homura waved me forward.

I slipped between the blonde's legs, sliding my cock back into her cunt, the change in angle making her even tighter. Her big titties were pressed against my chest—her nipples looked painfully hard and the flesh of her breasts was red from Homura's attentions. Reaching up, I pulled the ribbon out of her mouth. "Too much?" I whispered.

"N-no, sensei," she whispered back.

"Good girl," I smiled at her, pulling her into a kiss.

"Mm," Mami moaned into the lip lock. That turned into a squeal into my mouth as there was a loud slap from behind and she jerked forward into me reflexively. She broke the kiss, throwing her head back and letting out a loud moan.

"Of course, a degenerate masochist like yourself would find proper discipline arousing," Homura groused. "Sensei, you should take her ring and wear it as a cock ring. When you aren't nearby, her human body will go limp, while her true body can still be useful. For instance, you can wear her when you fuck other women. Or you could fuck her own body with it, so the only time she's able to shame herself like this will be when you deign to grace her flabby human body with your member."

"Ahn~" Mami moaned, her head falling back forward as she buried her face in my neck. "I, I really am a masochist, sensei. It's true~! I've never been so turned on in my entire life! S-spank, spank my fat ass red, Homura-chan! Slap my titties, sensei! Use me, fuck me, make me your cum dump!"

Grabbing onto her hips, I pounded into her furiously, slamming my cock in and out in a steady rhythm of wet slaps. Mami strained against her bindings as I plowed her, grunts, groans, and moans escaping her mouth. "Uh, unh, unf, mmf~!"

Homura waited until I had settled into a steady rhythm before pulling back and delivering her next spanking, drawing a squeal from Mami. She waited exactly five thrusts before landing another swat and earning another squeal. "Stupid pig. You really are only good as a particularly warm sex toy."

I fucked away at the blonde as Homura spanked her, streaking her ass red. Taking one hand off Mami's hips, I brought it up and, timing it with Homura's next lashing, I slapped her right titty. Mami gasped, her eyes rolling in her head, her breath stolen away with the pain. Homura lashed her again and I smacked the other breast, before squeezing and then twisting her nipple.

"AHN~! Sensei! Homura-chan! Harder! More, punish me more," she screamed as she came with a squirt that painted my cock and abdomen with her juices, trailing off into a whimper as she buried her face against my chest.

So we did, Homura spanking her ass red as I abused her tits—only stopping when Mami began begging and crying. "Pl-please! I, Mami will be a good girl, sensei! Please, no more, no more~"

Homura got in one last spanking before tossing her ribbons aside. "Well, I suppose she's learned her lesson, for now," the time traveler murmured, her ass swaying pleasingly as she walked over to her dresser. Looking over her shoulder, she considered myself and Mami before digging in and coming up with a dildo of some sort and a bottle of lube. One side of the dildo was curved upwards, and it didn't take me but a moment to recognize it as one of the 'strapless' variety of strapons. Coating it with lube, she put the lubricant away and hurried back over to us.

Homura bit her lips, staring into my eyes as she brought the dildo up to her pussy lips. "Watch me, sensei~" she purred, her eyes fluttering and a soft sigh leaving her lips as she pressed the end of the glass tool into her cunt. She made a soft sound of pleasure when it was settled fully inside of herself. Reaching out, she gently stroked Mami's red ass, drawing a quiet hiss from the blonde. "This is what I'm going to use on Madoka-chan, sensei. We'll take turns with her."

Squeezing Mami's hip with one hand, she angled the glass cock up and pressed it against Mami's ass. The blonde's eyes went wide. "W-wai—IT!"

Homura didn't wait, not one bit. She pressed the dildo into Mami's ass and slid forward, sheathing herself fully in a single thrust. Mami let out a sobbing moan as she was sandwiched between the two of us. My hands joined Homura's on Mami's hips and we settled into a rhythm together, fucking the blonde between us. It wasn't long at all before Mami was a continuously cumming mess, leaking a constantly stream of juices onto the floor as we fucked her, front and back. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her moaning trailed off into barely intelligible moaning and the occasional squeak as she came particularly hard.

Homura leaned around Mami and, getting the idea, I kissed her lips. "I want to watch you fill her up, sensei. I know you're getting close. Come for me."

Grunting, I picked up the pace and force of my thrusts inside Mami, which Homura easily matched. Mami reacted with a long, drawn out whine as she shivered and shook, her cunt continuously sucking and squeezing around me. Leaning down, I took one of the blonde's nipples into my mouth, sucking on her big titties as I fucked into her. Finally, with a groan of my own, I unloaded in her snatch, hilting myself inside her and letting her continuous orgasm milk the sperm from my cock.

"Ahh, that's always satisfying to watch," Homura smiled at me. "When you're ready sensei, I want one more round before we go to sleep. Don't worry, you can just lie there and cuddle with Mami, I'll do all the work."

"Mm," I sighed into Mami's breasts. "Sounds good. Let's get her down and get to bed."

"My ass," Mami whimpered as Homura pulled out, setting her toy to the side. Carefully, we eased Mami down onto the futon and I joined her a moment later.

Homura was in my lap before I'd even gotten settled good, sliding my cock into her tight pussy and settling into a slow back and forth motion with a sigh. She closed her eyes, her hands splaying across my chest as she handed me her soul gem. "Ah, sensei~. Love me more. Pet me."

"Spoiled," I accused, reaching up and petting the girl.

"Mm yes," she agreed. "You spoil me."

Homura didn't notice when Mami's hand fumbled out to the side, seeking. She didn't notice when Mami slid the toy into her pussy. She didn't even notice when Mami got onto her knees with a leer at the black haired girl. She did notice when Mami's hands trailed up and down her back. "Homura-chan~."

"…no."

"Yes~. Turnabout is fair play. Be a good girl and bend over, 'kay? I promise I'll be gentle."

Homura sighed… before bending down and adjusting the way her legs lay to either side of me. She buried her face in my neck and kissed me, before her lips trailed up to my ear and her tongue danced over the shell of it, making me squirm. Then, I felt as she clenched around me hard and her body was pressed forward as Mami slid home. Quietly, very quietly, I heard Homura let out a moan. "Ahn~"

My cock throbbed inside her as the usually so cool and collected girl slowly lost herself as Mami sodomized her. I thrust up into Homura's cunt to match Mami's rhythm and the blonde leaned forward, pressing her big breasts into Homura's back, just so she could hold my hands and watch my face with a smile as together, we brought Homura to orgasm between us. "Sensei, Homura-chan is so cute when she's like this, isn't she?"

"She really is," I agreed. "Let's see if we can make her squeal."

"Hehe! Let's!"

"Nooo~," Homura shook her head, before Mami slapped her ass. "Ahn~!"

"Yes~. We're going to make you come lots and lots, Homura-chan. Get ready, because I'm not going to stop until you can't think straight."

Homura's cunt clenched hard around me and I smiled up at Mami. "I think she likes that idea."