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“I forgot how awkward I was at this age,” said Homura.
Homura- the younger her- squirmed underneath her on the bed. “I… still don’t understand…”
“You don’t need to,” Homura said dismissively. “All you have to do is listen to me and do as you’re told.”
“But I don’t- ah!”
Young Homura arched back as Homura sucked a spot on her neck.
That was one of the advantages of being the older, more experienced version of herself; she knew what all of her own weak spots were.
Young Homura fell into a bit of a trance, moaning and gasping as her neck was thoroughly ravished.
But when Homura tried to undo her blouse buttons, she squeaked and squirmed, pushing her away.
“Wait, wait!” she protested, shivering. “I- I’ve never done this before!”
“I know that,” said Homura, impatient. “That’s what I’m trying to fix, so I don’t spent the next five years as a terrified virgin.”
Young Homura stared at her. “...Five years?!”
Homura used her shock as an opening. She grabbed her younger version’s shirt by the hem and pulled it up.
“Wait- waiwaiwaiwait!” Young Homura struggled, trying to preserve her modesty.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen it already,” said Homura impatiently. “Besides, there’s hardly anything to see.”
“That’s the problem!” Young Homura protested, trying to yank her shirt back down.
There was a moment of struggle, then a tremendous tearing noise as her shirt was ripped open.
Young Homura squealed and tried to cover her chest.
With little effort, Homura pulled her hands away and examined her.
Her chest was entirely flat on her scrawny torso, her round nipples dull and unexcited.
Her younger self whined, clearly mortified. But Homura was surprised to find herself a little charmed at the sight of her previous body.
“Don’t worry, they’ll grow in quickly once you go on E,” she said.
To demonstrate, she yanked her shirt up, letting her breasts spill out and hang down over Young Homura’s face.
She had to restrain a laugh at the look of shock and awe she received.
But she also felt a little vindicated. She was very satisfied at the hefty handful of a bosom she’d grown, and she’d had a feeling that her younger self would appreciate them.
“They’re beautiful,” Young Homura whispered, forgetting all her awkward fear.
She leaned forward, entranced, and opened her mouth.
Homura shoved her back to the bed. “Calm down, I’m not letting you near them without some instruction first.”
“I’m sorry,” said young Homura. “But I- How- what do I-?”
“Just lay back, and pay attention,” Homura snapped.
She lifted Young Homura’s arms and put them behind her head. Then she leaned down and began to kiss and lick at her younger self’s chest.
Homura gasped. “Ah- wait, wait, oh god-”
“Calm down,” Homura said, annoyed. “I’m barely touching you.”
She circled her tongue around one of her younger self’s flat brown nipples, and the girl squealed like she’d been electrocuted.
Homura suckled gently. It was a nice, soft nipple; they had matured nicely into the breasts she had now.
Young Homura moaned and whined, squirming under her like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to escape or get closer.
Homura gently dug her teeth in, eliciting a yelp.
“I can’t, I can’t,” moaned Young homura. “Oh god-”
Homura felt a rush of fluid saturate the front of her skirt.
She rolled her eyes. “Shee, this ish why we need to work on your shtamina,” she said around her mouthful of nipple.
Young Homura covered her face. “Nooooo…”
With one last sharp suck, Homura sat up. “I suppose we’ll have to move on to a more object lesson.”
She hiked her skirt up and pulled her cock out. “If you bite me, I’m going to show you a level of pain that you cannot comprehend.”
Young Homura looked up at her, dazed. “Are you- I mean, me- in the future, am I with someone… who…”
“No,” said Homura shortly. “But there’s not as much difference as you think.”
Her younger self stared down her own cock like she was trying to psyche it out.
Homura wondered how much she was going to have to bully her to get actual movement- but after a few moments, she reached up and gingerly cupped it in one hand.
“It’s… so soft,” Young Homura said, a little wonder in your voice.
“Yes, it’s your dick. You’ve felt it before,” Homura said briskly.
Still, it was kind of affecting to see the look of tender awe on her younger self’s face as she carefully wrapped her hand around her modest length.
“Just be careful of your teeth, and do what feels natural,” said Homura.
“None of this feels natural,” said Young Homura.
“Stop overthinking it and put it in your mouth,” Homura snapped.
Homura jerked forward, obeying on the hindbrain instinct of the people-pleaser.
The first touch of her hot little mouth made Homura moan.
She tried to hold herself still; an inexperienced girl like this couldn’t handle any vigorous thrusting.
Her younger self licked into her, sliding her tongue under her foreskin in a curious taste, and then gently sucking the shaft into her mouth.
Homura bit a sound of shocked pleasure behind her teeth.
It felt… good. Really good, actually.
Her younger self obviously had no idea what she was doing, drooling and mouthing clumsily at the hot flesh in her mouth.
But something about the virginal clumsyness was making Homura feel hot and tense. It wasn’t going to make her cum, but it sure did get her blood pumping.
Her younger self looked up at her through her eyelashes, in a pleading ‘Am I doing this right?’ kind of expression.
Homura couldn’t keep back a soft little grunt of pleasure.
She started to move her hips, careful and slow to keep her younger self from choking.
Young Homura leaned into the motion, humming under her breathe as she suckled, as soft and slow as her older self was being with her.
Oh, fuck.
This actually felt… SO good.
The hot little tongue sliding around her glans, the hand cupping and massaging her balls, the gentle pulsing suction like slowly retreating waves…
‘No, this a a good thing,’ she told herself, trying not to tremble or make embarrassing noises. ‘I’m supposed to be teaching her this, right? It’s good that she’s catching on so quickly.’
She just had to stop herself from giving in and facefucking the younger girl until she squirted down her tight, hot throat.
That might break the illusion of control, just a bit.
She was so caught up in the slow-swelling pleasure that when her younger self suddenly pulled away, she couldn’t restrain a whine of disappointment.
“Are you okay?” her younger self asked, concerned.
“What?” Homura snapped. “I’m fine, why are you worried?”
Young Homura looked down at her cock. “You’re not getting hard…”
Oh.
“It’s the estrogen,” she said. “I don’t get hard much anymore.”
“Ohh,” said her younger self. “So you… you are enjoying it? It feels good, right?”
Homura sighed. “Yes. Yes, I am.”
The bright beaming smile she got in return had her skin shivering with heat.
Her younger self dipped back in and swallowed her down eagerly.
“Oh- ugh, god.” Homura grabbed her head with both hands and arched forward.
Her younger self bore down and suckled until pleasure was tingling all up her back and the crown of her head.
This was bad. If it went much further, she was going to-
She shoved her younger self away before she could embarrass herself. “That’s enough.”
Young Homura sat back, breathing hard.
“Did I do okay?” she asked.
Her eyes were blown wide and dark, her cheeks flushed.
And her cock was standing hard and red again, her balls pulled up tight.
Homura was filled with a sudden, ravenous NEED to get fucked.
She pushed her younger self down to the bed.
“Stay right there,” she commanded.
She had prepared herself earlier, so all she had to do was grip Young Homura’s cock and sit back on it, spearing herself open.
Her younger self arched back with a choked squeal. “Oh GOD-!”
Homura groaned as that fat cockhead lodged deep up inside of her guts.
She shivered and curled her toes; she’d never actually felt a hot, living cock inside of her before, and as it turned out, she LOVED it.
Hands clumsily grasped at her hips, her younger self clinging to her like she might fall off the face of the earth.
She stared up at Homura in what could only be described as terror.
“What do I-” she dug her finders into her older self’s hips, panicked. “How do I- I don’t know what to do!”
“It’s okay,” Homura reassured her, breathless. “It’s okay.”
She leaned down until she could kiss her younger self.
Young Homura wrapped her arms around her shoulders, clinging desperately.
She parted her lips, and Homura immediately pushed her tongue inside, shocked at the sweet tasted of her mouth.
She found herself wanting to taste more, touch more- TAKE more of her younger self.
Homura started to move her hips, eating her younger self’s soft little moans.
She started to bounce her hips, chasing the feeling of her younger self’s cockhead knocking into her prostate.
Young Homura made shuddering, feral noises, and thrust clumsily up into the tight heat of her older self’s body.
Their kissing grew sloppy and frantic, and they groped and petted each other, finding which places made their other self gasp and moan.
Homura got the vague feeling that she had a goal she was forgetting, but it was hard to think about anything but chasing her imminent orgasm.
Young Homura pulled away with a wet gasp. “I’m gonna-”
“I know,” Homura said. “It’s ok, go ahead.”
The feeling of her own hard cock jerking deep inside of her, unloading a surprising amount of sperm for a second shot, made Homura’s entire body tingle with delight.
Once she could feel it going soft, she got to her knees to sit up- but her younger self put a hand on her shoulder to keep her in place.
Young Homura reached between her thighs, and Homura let out a weak cry as she kneaded into her swollen, throbbing clit.
It only took a few firm rubs and she was cumming into her younger self’s hand, while the girl kissed her through her shuddering climax.
Young Homura kissed her, slow and sweet as she came down.
“That was good,” she panted into her mouth. “Was it good? For you?”
Her cock slipped out with a gush of fluid, making Homura shiver.
She nodded. “Yes. You did good.”
Homura laid down in her younger self’s arms, too exhausted to pretend to be strong for a moment.
Young Homura held her securely, kissing her on the top of her head and rubbing her bare back.
She sighed, relaxing against her younger self’s warm body.
After a few minutes, she said, “You did well. But there is still room for improvement.”
Young Homura’s hand stilled on her back.
“We should try again,” said Homura. “Maybe a few times. I have a lot I need to teach you before I go.”
“Oh,” said her younger self. “I- yes. Yes, that sounds good.”
Homura smiled secretly against the curve of her neck.