Washu’s Schoolgirl Experience Tenchi Muyo and all related characters are property of, well, whatever company it is that owns Tenchi Muyo (aka: not me) Don’t sue me for using these characters; 1. I’m not the only one using them, 2. I’m not profiting off of them, 3. It’s free advertising for whoever owns them. So get off my back!! (unless of course you’re really hot, then by all means, be on my back. :) This fan fic contains adult themes, and if you find sex insulting, offending, or such, do not read this story. If you are offended by this story, don’t wine to me--I warned ya’ Now, here’s the story. . . ‘Tenchi, where are you?’ yelled out the little Sasami as she added the finishing touches to the expectedly great dinner. Tenchi, walking into the kitchen, smiled at Sasami and said, ‘I’m right here Sasami.’ He reached over the little girl to get a taste of the food, but all he got was a smack in the hand from a wooden spoon. ‘You’ll spoil your appetite,’ chided Sasami. “Now go fetch Washu from her lab for dinner.” Tenchi walked away chuckling to himself, so he didn’t hear Sasami tiptoeing behind him. After Tenchi walked through the door into Washu’s lab, the little princess reached up and slid the bolt into the ‘locked’ position. ‘Well done Sasami,’ came Washu’s voice from a floating computer console that had just appeared. ‘Your reward for helping me is sitting in your bedroom twiddling his thumbs as we speak.” Sasami ran off to her room, yelling back to Washu, ‘Don’t hurt Tenchi, or I’ll stop doing your dirty-work!’ Washu just giggled as the computer console flickered into nothingness. ~~~ ‘Washu, where are you?’ called out Tenchi as he wandered aroung the maze-like lab. All of a sudden, adult-Washu stepped out in front of Tenchi wearing a sexy Catholic Schoolgirl uniform. ‘Oh no! Washy, No!’ Tenchi , blood streaming from his nose, ran off. However, all he could find were locked doors. Without warning, a swarm of snakelike metallic tentacles shot out and caught ahold of Tenchi. Tenchi soon found himself standing in a small room that looked like a schoolroom, with the only differences being the complete lack of doors, and the hot tub where the teacher’s desk should have been. A clear tone rang out and Washu walked in through a hidden door on one of the walls. She walked over to one of the desks. The desk she walked to had several large textbooks (Nuclear Physics for Mad Scientists, World Dominators: Caesar to You, and such) stacked on it. ‘Washu, tell me what’s going on,’ pleaded Tenchi. ‘Please let me go.’ Washu dropped a small pencil on the ground, and it rolled over to where Tenchi was standing. ‘Look what you made me do.’ Washu strode over to Tenchi and carresed his cheek with her finger. She spun around and leaned over to pick of her pencil. >From underneath her short skirt flashed her plain white underwear. Tenchi felt himself grow, and his hand slowly reached forward, as if with a mind of its own. It got closer and closer to Washu’s perfectly rounded ass. As he was about to firmly grab the ass, Washu stood up and spun around to see his hand. ‘Oh, you like that, do you?’ said Washu in a highly seductive voice. ‘How about this?’ she said, grabbing Tenchi’s hand and thrusting up the from on her plaid skirt. Gasping, Tenchi felt the coarse fabric of the skirt and the smooth silky panties. He started rubbing his hand over Washu’s womanhood through the silk, but when Washu started to moan, she pulled his had away. ‘Folow me.’ Washy walked over to the hottub, pealing off the top of her uniform as she did. Underneath was a small skin-tight t-shirt with a crab picture over her large breasts. As she and Tenchi lowered themselves into the hottub, an exact replica of Washu walked in through the hidden door wearing a skimpy tank-top and a thong. ‘Meer Washy2,’ said the Washu’s. ‘She is an extension of me, and exact replica; we even have a combined mind,’ they continued. Washu2 jumped into the tub. Tenchi stared back and forht at the two pairs of breasts sandwiching him in (Hmm, lunchmeat doesn’t sound like quite as bad a profession now, doesn’t it?). The wet fabic covering them revealed almost all. Washu1 slowly dove underwater and pulled off Tenchi’s boxers. She started to lick his balls, and then placed his penis in her mouth. She slowly slid back and forth as she constantly tantalized his head with her tongue. Washu2, wanting in on the action, sat on Tenchi’s stomach, placing her breasts right in Tenchi’s face. He quickly reached up and removed her tank top, then stared her perfectly shaped firm boobs. He starting rubbing and licking Washu2, bringing up moans from her. Washu1 released Tenchi. She slid off her silk underwear. She slid onto Tenchi’s penis, who, when he noticed what was happing, started thrusting into her. Every thrust he went all of the way in, and then came almost entirely out. Washu1 reached forward to finger Washu2, which Tenchi also did at the same time. The pushed the thong aside and started in. Washu2 reached down with both hands, one to rub Washu’d breasts, and the other to tickle Tenchi’s balls. Both Washus were immediately screaming and shouting (After all, their mind was getting the sensation of having two breasts being rubbed, one breast being licked, one pussy being fingered by two people, and one pussy being very energetically fucked.) All three of them came at once. The Washus’s juice stained the water, while Tenchi’s ‘little soldiers’ filled Washu to overflowing. The three of them just laid there, resting. ~~~ ‘Tenchi, Sasami sent you to get Washu and hour and a half ago!’ Ayeka yelled when Tenchi and Washu walked out of the lab. ‘What took you so long?!’ Tenchi and Washu looked at eachother, then burst into laughter. This was my first lemon fanfic (it was actually my first fanfic ever) Please send comments to eldar_14@yahoo.com Please tell me what you thought of this story.