Story: Love Hina WP

 

 While Keitaro had fully understood the nature of the Word Processor and been able to plan around it, he had not properly understood the girls. How best to put this? Well, the simple version is that within an hour of writing that last instruction on the Word Processor, he had immediately gone to it and typed in a new line:

Keitaro Urashima is not sexually exhausted by blowjobs.

Believe it or not, that was wacky enough to pass. Purely because the word processor - or whatever was assessing it - found it amusing that he'd had to make such a request in the first place. And besides which, it allowed for him to have all manner of erotic antics going without getting tired, meaning they could last longer and longer and longer. Why wouldn't it allow that?

But that's the quick and boring version of that hour. That's not what we're here for, and we all know it.

So. It had started when he'd returned to his room, word processor tucked under his arm. He'd left it in the corner of the room, stood up, turned around to pick up a book so he could get some studying done (which would honestly become a trivial matter due to his perfect memory)

No sooner had he turned to the second page than he found Kanako on his dick like a slobbering beast. She greedily wolfed his shaft down, bobbing her head with annoyance at first- then great enthusiasm. Her tongue ran along its length with tremendous eagerness, as though she was desperate to taste as much of it as humanly possible. Drool leaked from her mouth, forming puddles on the floor, and her eyes became far off and glazed. How could he not cum after that?

"Darn," Kanako said, quite deliberately swallowing his semen and then wiping at her mouth. "So... Trying to get a machine to do it instead still counts... I thought that there might have been something there."

Then she fled from the room without looking back, obviously deep in thought.

Keitaro sighed and returned to his book. Once again, he was barely any time into reading it when Naomi stormed into his room, but her hands on her hips, opened her mouth, and then descended onto his dick in a manner that reminded Keitaro of a plane coming in for a landing.

"Uh, Naomi- Grk!" was all Keitaro was able to muster before going cross eyed. Naomi, Naru, whatever name she went by she was still really pretty, and having her going down on him like this was always going to have that sort of effect on him. Still, it seemed as though his day was not done yet as Motoko entered the room in her full maid regalia. She took one look at the two of them, Keitaro blushed and could not bear to look back at her. Motoko tutted.

"Really now, threatening him was obviously not going to work," Motoko said while Naomi grunted and moaned around Keitaro's shaft. "On the other hand, as you are currently preoccupied-"

And then, he had two hot girls slobbering over his dick at the same time. The two of them taking turns running their tongue along its length or kissing the side of it for several minutes, up and down the shaft, drenching it in their saliva while whimpering desperately. If not for Kanako he would have easily cum already, probably from the moment Motoko joined in. As it was, this lasted far longer than it probably should have.

Although it seemed that the girls could sense that he was starting to not enjoy this so much, as they had a truly wicked idea. With Naru on his left and Motoko on his right, the two of them created a perfect seal around his shaft with their lips, and then bobbed their heads up and down with suspiciously perfect timing. It was like he was getting jerked off, but his penis was also being occasionally licked at the same time! It was preposterously erotic, all he could do was collapse backwards onto the floor and finally, mercifully cum straight up into the air, showering the two girls with white gunk.

"Back to the drawing board..." Naomi huffed.

"Quite so," Motoko sniffed.

Right, so the girls were trying to figure out ways they could use the word processor without blowing him first. He got tha tnow. Unfortunately, any attempt he made to make them cut that out would be twisted up by the word processor. He lay there for about ten minutes before a tipsy Kitsune stumbled into the room counting out notes from her wallet, before stumbling to her knees, wrapping her big juicy tits around his shaft and just barely suckling on his head with her mouth.

Funny. In the book he was reading, it had been discussing the notion that 'to those who are damned in hell, the worst torment is a glimpse of heaven'. Right now, Keitaro was being shown that too much heaven could, itself, be a form of hell.

"Hey, Motoko, you were right!" Kitsune drunkenly called out. "Trying to bribe him doesn't work either!"

You think his torment is over? Of course not. How could it be, when the full hour was not yet done? The last of his torments demurely entered the room next. Mutsumi, who looked at him with her angelic smile and those eyes that seemed ot see things he could not.

"You too?" he sighed, and Mutsumi simply tittered before getting down on her knees and giving him a slow, gradual blowjob. As if she was savouring a feast. She was also making this weird humming sound the entire time, which almost came across as an assessment of some sort. Without bothering to fight it, Keitaro lay back and tried to enjoy himself. Yeah, relaly. He tried to enjoy the blowjob he was getting from this extremely pretty girl. Had to put effort into it. That humming she was making was kinda making her mouth and throat vibrate as well, which woudl normally be the fucking bes tthing in the universe, but when you've cum three times inside the last hour further stimulation of this nature isn't nearly as pleasant as it could be.

"What were you planning to do to write something on the word processor?" Keitaro asked after she had finished.

"Oh? The word processor?" Mutsumi asked. "Yes, of course, I had forgotten about that. Actually I was merely curious to see what your genitals tasted like, fellow human."

And then she left, in turn leaving him lying there on the floor feeling like death. You couldn't even call this an afterglow anymore. His balls were going on strike from overwork. That was the point where he rolled over and typed in that line, just to make sure he didn't wind up with the weirdest death in the history of the world. Being literally sucked dry by women hellbent on changing reality through fair means or foul.

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In the room above Keitaro's, there was a special meeting of all the girls. Huddled around, in Naomi's room, each of them hellbent on changing reality through fair means or foul. Well, why not? The temptation was a bit too much for them. If someone said, 'you can have what you want with a simple typing out of a phrase' you'd be quite likely to try for it even if you thought something weird might happen because of it. You'd at least like to have the option, right?

That was their thinking right now. At this moment in time the only thing standing in their way was the fact they had to suck Keitaro's penis any time they tried to use it. At first the loophole seemed big and obvious. Don't type in yourself, get Keitaro to do it for you.

Unfortunately, it turned out that threatening or bribing didn't work. Nor could you sneak in and use it while someone else was blowing him. Or use a machine to enter something for you. It all counted as 'you' typing it in.

"There has to be something we could try," Naomi said. "We could lie to him, trick him in some way?"

"You'll be on your knees before the lie escapes your mouth," Kanako sweetly said. "Asking him to do it will probably do the same thing, as would leaving a note somewhere or blackmailing him or extorting him or trying a quid pro quo."

"Gosh, Miss Kanako!" Suu gasped. "It almost sounds like you're looking forward to testing that theory yourself!"

"It strikes me as a bad idea to let just one person make full use of the Word Processor..." Motoko said. "That much power is likely to corrupt quite easily."

"Said the horny maid..." Kanako muttered under her breath. Cue the two of them pulling at each other's mouths, fish hooking and yanking back as far as they could.

"Didn't we decide to let him have that kind of authority ourselves, because we couldn't trust each other with it?" Kitsune asked. Everyone looked at her, then tried to pretend that wasn't the case. It was one thing letting Keitaro have that kind of authority, it was quite another for him to use it to make them debase themselves in such a blatant manner! "Okay, okay... Fine by me."

"Well, to be blunt it's not like I want anything out of this," Naomi said. "I just want -"

"The right to ride Keitaro's dick at will, without judgment or repercussion," Kanako interrupted. Naomi pulled on her cheeks, and in turn got her own cheeks pulled back.

"I was saying, I wanted to make sure that nobody here really could use it!" Naomi seethed. "Don't you know, that's how you test things? You try the extreme, the odd cases, that way you can make sure it's working as intended!"

"Oh?" Mutsumi asked. "I just thought you wanted to have the right to taste Keitaro's delicious human genitals without being judged as being a... what is the phrase... cheap nasty skank?"

"Couldn't we... Try to write while blowing him?" Motoko suggested aloud.

Everyone paused, for two reasons .The first, that she was the one to suggest such a thing. Secondly, they were all running the stats on the matter. Go down, suck his dick, then guide his body to the word processor so they could write in whatever they wanted...

There was a mad dash for the door as all of them wanted to be the first to try this out. Of course, this resulted in the inevitable, the old Three Stooges bit where they all try to get through the same doorway at once and wind up blocking each other off. The sole exception to this was, in fact, Naomi who stepped aside, moved aside the large plush that she used to weigh down a certain loose floorboard, smacked her lips in anticipation and then hopped on downstairs to get on that dick pronto.