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Shoko is happy with Utahime, they live together in loving lesbian bliss. They have a typical social circle with other queer people, with other gay couples, in particular Satoru and Suguru, reconnecting with them after university. Differences in personality be damned, they live close and things are convenient as they are.
Everything looks more than fine from the outside, they’re all perfectly happy after all.
There’s just one thing Shoko can never let go of. The way the guys joke with them. She knows people who flirt platonically, sure, but she has little experience with it when it’s men. Worst of all, she hates to admit that it makes her blush. There was a time when she’d hope to be spoken to like that, before she’d figured herself out. But now? Suguru’s sensual smile and Satoru’s teasing really make her squirm.
During one of their usual hangouts, Shoko goes out to the balcony to smoke. Suguru follows behind.
“You up to indulge tonight?” Shoko smirks and offers him her pack. Suguru comes closer, popping one into his mouth.
“I do feel like being bad,” he smiles back and taps his cigarette against Shoko’s lit up one, puffs a few times, and lets her go. Their joint smoke curls in a little cloud around them, creating an intimate smokescreen.
Utahime and Satoru are left alone in the kitchen, separated by a wall and a hallway. Nobody can see them here. No shouting from Utahime probably means things are going fine, as well as they can be.
“When are you ever good?”
“You wound me.” He places a hand to his chest.
“But I don’t like the good ones, they don’t make for good company.” She wiggles her shoulders, entranced by his smile mirroring hers. He acts like a good man but one look tells people he’s bad news. She’s always liked that about him. The delinquent look he had going on in high school had always fascinated her, and though he’s since dressed down to light, loose and traditional, his edge hasn’t been dulled.
“Not up for listening to our beloveds arguing over board games again?”
“They’re arguing over how to best open a wine bottle, actually.”
“Ahh, of course,” Shoko nods seriously.
“Plus, I quite like your company, Shoko.”
“Hah, what’s got you in such a flattering mood, huh?”
It’s only a few more giggles before Suguru takes the cigarette out of her mouth, in order to replace it with his own lips. Shoko hasn’t kissed a man since high school. It feels wrong, and yet, there’s something to Suguru that makes him delectable. His lips are so soft and nice to the touch. It makes her pull him in, hands in his hair, nipples getting hard under her thin blouse. She didn’t put on a bra, she never does around them; they’ve even turned that into a joke about her ‘torpedo tits’. Now they’re poking through and grinding into Suguru as soon as he hugs her close. Bodies glue to each other shamelessly. Animal desire keeps them going until Suguru has her wrapped in his arms, holding her head with one hand while the other trails down her back before it grips her ass. He makes her yelp into the kiss.
“That was such a cute noise, Shoko~”
“I was just… Surprised… You’re being really rough, and stuff…”
“And stuff?” He says before kissing her again, comforting with his tongue gently licking at her lips. “Is a single grope that rough for you? Were we right to joke about your sex life being that boring?”
“Don’t—Ahh— It’s not… It’s not like that.” Shoko’s thoughts are broken each time Suguru sucks on her lower lip or on her neck, when his hot breath tickles her skin; when he gets hard against her.
Things with Utahime have been hitting a dry spell, surely that’s why she’s reacting this way. Both of them have been busy, or getting on their periods just as the other’s finished, leading to a complete mismatch of their libidos. She hasn’t felt lustful or wanted in a while.
And now supposedly gay Suguru is putting his silky pink tongue in her mouth and grinding his hard cock against her crotch. His hands are roaming down to her ass and Shoko’s panties are flooding.
When they pull apart for just a second, Suguru looks down at her not with guilt or inquiry, but with a face expecting her to continue.
She can’t bring herself to say anything. Her hand cups his crotch and promptly stiffens at the size of his plump bulge. His cock is going down his pant leg. Fat and full. A lot more generous than the dildos her and Utahime have made their favorites. Shoko bites her lips.
“Didn’t think you got hard for my kind,” she says and picks up the cigarette from his fingers to take the final few puffs before killing it.
“Who doesn’t love a sexually frustrated dyke?”
Never has she heard Suguru say a word like that — he never talks about sexuality that way, seemingly above using such words when ‘people like us’ will do. It’s refreshing. But then again it takes the breath out of Shoko’s throat when she hears him be so blunt.
“I can see how desperate you are, it’s written on your face. I’d love to make all that go away.”
“Oh, spare me,” she groans. Her eyes roll, though she doesn’t pull away.
He’s got the bravado of a straight man, that’s for sure. She’s always found him hot, both him and Satoru, and more than once she’s wondered about their sex life. She’s heard them fucking, it’s loud and passionate. The embodiment of what her own bedroom has been missing for so long.
With one rough tug at the zipper, Shoko pulls Suguru’s cock out, in all its mouth-watering glory. Thinking about how all her friends talk about penises like disgusting affronts to life paralyzes her all the more.
Beautiful shape, nothing like how people commonly equate cocks to mushrooms, Suguru is instead solid and girthy from root to tip. Gently curved, silky soft, healthy foreskin, a hint of veins, just the right size to make one gasp and feel all stuffed. The promise of feeling fulfilled and complete concentrated in that shaft.
The scent too. The warmth of it. Source of life twitching in her hand. Shoko breathes it in, feeling so gross about it but unable to resist. Self-respecting women shouldn’t be sniffing dicks. Much less enjoying it.
But the smell of Suguru is addicting. First an overwhelming saltiness, then a hint of something earthy underneath. It’s a far cry from the gross stink Shoko has heard her friends complain over the years. And in her prior experience, he’s always had men shower before doing anything with her, leaving little body odor for her to think about. Her dick-appreciation cherry is being popped all in one fell swoop here and now on her balcony. Suguru deconstructing all preconceived notions about what dick can be.
Shoko licks her lips and has to struggle to put her tongue back in her mouth.
“Fuck… I know you and Gojo talk about it a lot but I didn’t think either of you was actually…” She doesn’t want to finish that. She’s not that cock-obsessed, she swears. It’s the smoke and heat getting to her, that’s all.
“Mm, sounds to me like you’ve been lacking something like this in your life,” he says and thrusts his hips just enough to poke the tip against her cheek. In his eyes, she can see all manner of degrading things people only do in porn, all done to her now. It’s now when Shoko can really see through him. How what lurks behind his princely gaze is nothing but cruel, mean fucking and degradation. It has no reason to make her so wet.
“I know you’ve got a little gaping hole inside you that no amount of eating pussy or playing with low-rate vibrators can fill, right?”
“You’re sure talking big for a change. I’ve slept with men before, you’re overpromising just like the rest of them, I don’t think you’ll be blowing my mind anytime soon.”
“Shoko, I talk big because I am big.” Suguru’s face is pure ego. “You see it, don’t you? How deep inside you do you think I’ll reach?” When he says such cocky things, it fries up people’s brains. They’re used to humble, soft-spoken Geto Suguru, not a guy with a bulging fat cock taunting you about how much you want it.
She traces her stomach, trying to measure. Really deep. Inside her, her cunt quivers, aching to be filled.
One hand jerks him off, getting a feel for how gifted by nature he’s been. Horribly spoiled, both him and Satoru - tall, good looking, athletic, funny, huge dicks. They move in the world like it’s a playground because they live on Easy Mode. And they get to take anything they like.
It’s just nature at work, is what the most primal and lustful part of Shoko’s brain thinks. A part that’s currently furiously rubbing its cunt and spreading its legs open for anything to hopefully bump into it and fuck inside. Horny Shoko. Monstrous Shoko.
“Size isn’t everything,” she manages to say with her eyes trained right onto Suguru’s piss-slit.
“You don’t even believe your own words, Shoko,” Suguru chuckles. He pets her, the hand meant to be gentle but really only keeping her stuck in place. “We both know what toys the two of you use, I know from experience it’s not enough to keep anybody satisfied.”
Biting her lip, Shoko looks away and back, not wanting to be met with the condescending pity in Suguru’s eyes. The kind of face you get when you tell someone you’ve never touched your clit, or that the last person you slept with was not only years ago but extremely boring to boot.
Like the rest of him, Suguru’s dick pokes into her personal space. It demands attention and waits for her to give in.
He’s right that she’s never been with anyone (or anything) that large. Half due to circumstance, half due to Utahime insisting large toys are ‘gross’ and ‘creepy’, so she’d never ventured trying anything larger than twelve centimeters. It’s enough to hit their G-spots, what else could they need, went the logic of it. To be fair, she’d never felt unsatisfied with that arrangement. Being together had always felt good. Even if nyphomaniacs like Suguru and Satoru called them boring.
It’s only after being so deprived that Shoko’s started trying to fill the gaps.
With porn, with a quickie alone, with browsing sex shops and staring longingly at toys Utahime would never want to touch.
With her best friend’s enormous penis in her face.
While she remains silent, Suguru helps her out by wrapping his own hand around hers and making her jerk him off again. The way his foreskin bunches up right in her face before being pulled back is a new sight for her. She can feel her face burning, barely breathing. All the AVs she’s watched are censored, you can’t take a good look at any cock, while the few men she’s slept with never flaunted themselves, not like Suguru is right now, at least.
Her mouth opens, tongue out. She laps at the tip.
It’s not cheating if his cock is big. It’s not breaking her sexuality if it’s for the experience. Her trembling breath hits Suguru’s glistening head and he runs his fingers through her hair, pushing her closer so she gives his cock a little kiss. He doesn’t even have to make her lick at it, that she does on her own.
Just like the smell of it, the taste is wonderful. It’s not too different from a pussy, just less slippery. Like kissing a rose petal.
“It’s okay to admit you have needs, Shoko. You deserve to feel good,” he coos, hands combing through her hair. “I think you’ve been long overdue.”
Suguru has her locked in place, on her knees, mouth open. Even if she wanted to resist, she couldn’t. He pushes forward and pops the head in, with a little hiss in his breath. A relieved exhale.
It’s not the kind of penetration her mind had begun to picture. Having something like this in her mouth does not compare to licking a dildo a few times. She can’t fit it in. Suguru does not let her refuse and thrusts a bit further, filling up her mouth with himself, not even half of his full length. Her breath being plugged up jolts her, and Shoko pulls away.
“Oh shit, I didn’t expect that,” she tries to laugh it off. He comforts her with his hands on her shoulders.
“There there,” he coos. “You really have no experience with this sort of thing, huh?”
“No shit, I always hated blowjobs. Even when I tried dating men, I mean. It’s way too much work, I don’t see why you enjoy doing it so much.”
“Hmm, the same could be said about eating pussy too though. No?”
“Ugh,” Shoko rolls her eyes. “They’re nothing alike — you can breathe while eating out, for one. And two—”
“You’re a man-hater who doesn’t like dick?”
“I never said that.” She matches his teasing grin as he stares down at her, not feeling quite as small as she did when forcing a mouthful of penis. Her eyes dart down to his dick, still impossibly close to her face. Glossy with her spit. “Clearly.” She sees it twitch and her stomach flips.
“Let’s see if we can get you to like it more then,” Suguru says while pulling Shoko to her feet. In fact, he picks her up. Palms gripping her ass and lifting her, pushing his erection into her while pressing them up against the wall.
In the heat of the moment Shoko’s mind only works far enough to lift her legs and lock them around Suguru’s waist. He maneuvers to pull her jeans down over her ass, hissing when his bare cock bumps into her clit. Her panties are soaked.
“Of course you have a full rug, but I bet you’re so soft underneath the hair.” He toys with her sloppy cunt. One finger shoves in to the knuckle only so Suguru can have a taste-test. He puts that finger in her mouth too before going back to making out with her, all the while his cock finds its true destination and pushes inside her.
Shoko’s groan at the feeling is downright animal.
She feels the meaty stretch of her cunt lips for his greedy girth. It’s not painful in the least, it’s wet and it’s comfortingly warm. Snug and fulfilling. Like his cock is a good friend in need coming to console her. Suguru fills her up in short little thrusts, stretching a little more defenseless pussy until he’s bottomed out and crammed up in her completely.
He sighs in pure content. Squeezing her firmly against the wall so her can rest his weight on it too, he kisses the top of her head and thanks her for having such a nice hole.
“That’s what I needed, Shoko,” he tells her, momentarily pacified. “I’m going to enjoy this so much, your pussy will never be satisfied by anything smaller.”
“You’re such— Ugh, how can you say that with a straight face?” She chuckles but no part of her is disagreeing. By this point, even she knows she’s in too deep to pretend she doesn’t like it. She can’t pretend she’s not a shameful gender-traitor who has ruined decades of cultural activism and got seduced by a man. Whose dick is gushing precum and making dripping slop between her legs because she let him go in raw. There’s nothing like that skin to skin feeling. The most tender skin gliding against equally tender flesh, two pieces meant for each other.
“While I could enjoy nestling like this all day, I promised you something, right? I’m going to start moving.”
“Don’t pretend to be gentle— OH~! Ohhh, oh fuck, what is that?” Shoko grips onto Suguru’s shoulders while feelings like her cunt is bursting with need. It’s a mere few thrusts but he’s hitting something incredible inside her. That no dildo has reached in a while.
“That’s what it feels like when a good cock claims your pussy,” he smirks, hips rolling in a steady pace. Not only does he look good, a little sweaty and flushed, eyes blown out and horny, he fucks good too. None of that going too fast with no rhythm bullshit, none of the pushing back and forth and nothing else, none of the dryness. He knows how to turn a girl into a leaking mess.
He pushes her thighs up, pinning them to the wall too, leaving her pussy and her belly completely open and exposed. There’s a moment where he pulls out and they both groan at the loss.
“Aww, you want me back in.” He tilts his head.
“If you leave a girl unsatisfied, of course she’d want you to finish the job.”
Dick lightly gripped at the base, he jerks it a few times and slaps it against her clit. This bullshit has no right to actually feel hot. To actually make her pussy throb.
“It’s okay to admit you’re needy, you’ll feel so much better when you do.”
This is exactly what she’s needed this whole time too. Her hands grip Suguru’s shoulders and she begs him to keep going.
The big ones are supposed to hurt. The big ones should be scary. Nobody actually needs a dick that huge, the pussy is only so big, an average penis should always be enough. It’s what she’s gone her whole life believing and Suguru shatters all of it, one cervix-kissing thrust at a time. It’s nonsense, pure nonsense. There is nothing better than the delicious fullness only a large cock can provide, nothing like the feeling of it pushing against wet and wanting flesh, nothing like knowing she has to be ridiculously wet and horny and into it to let him have such easy passage inside her.
Her hands wrap around Suguru’s shoulders while he pins her to the wall. They’re fucking, right on the balcony where anyone could see them. All the neighbors have probably heard her moaning. But when Suguru bounces her with only his hips and his hands move to squeeze her waist, she simply doesn’t care. She wants him to fuck her even if the world ends right now. With each thrust Shoko loses a bit more of her sanity. His own pubic mound grinds into her clit; shaved and neat against her wide and hairy labia that drool all over him and make a squelchy mess. When he grinds down and gives her clit a good long time to roll into his pleasant skin, Shoko nearly pisses herself. It’s shockingly nice and cool, lacking the heat or smallness of a palm, or the coarseness of grinding on a pillow, it’s like her clit is on a cloud.
“Look at you, Shoko, you’ve become a cock-hungry mess~”
“Quiet— Just keep going,” she pants, winded from years of smoking.
“Oh? Since when are you so bossy?” Suguru chuckles and stops. He leaves her pushed against the wall and keeps his dick inside, pressing into a delectable little spot inside her that makes her squirm.
“Nonono…. I… Please?” She tries to get some friction going by thrusting down but has nowhere to go. He’s completely in control of her.
“Please what? What is it that you want?”
He looks down at her so smugly, as if stopping isn’t limiting his own pleasure too. His thighs shake lightly but his face is anything but desperate. Shoko attempts to thrust herself up and down with her meager core strength and gives up, panting as she stares at him.
“I’m,” she starts, swallowing down the last of her dignity. “I’m a needy fuckslut, please give it to me, fuck me, fuck me right in the cunt.”
“That was so hot to hear in your voice, you know?” Suguru leans in close and licks the edge of her mouth before his cock slams into her again. “Right in the cunt, was it? Do you mean right here~?” Deep, all-filling stretch. Her new favorite sensation. Her brain can’t even function when all she can focus on is her cunt. Her hungry, horny, treacherous, sloppy cunt. The one that’s letting a cock use it for pleasure, and all the pleasure she’s getting back from this.
“Geto…!” The words sound like their being thrown up and swallowed up at the same time, wet and gravelly. “So unfair.”
“Oh, is it unfair to feel good?”
“Should be… not with a man— God, please not that spot, you’ll… I’ll”
“Whichever spot could that be?” He pretends to wonder, palms spreading her ass and thrusting right back into the spongy wall. Shoko’s body seizing up merely makes him laugh. “Hmm, this one then?”
“Asshole!” She thrashes and weakly claws at Suguru’s back. Giving up just as fast when nothing seems to make him change his pace. She has to concede. “Yes… Yes, right there…!”
Suguru, handling her like a ragdoll, pins her arms above her head, looking right into her eyes.
“It’s really not so hard, is it?” He taunts before kissing her. He tastes incredible, even after dinner and alcohol and a cigarette, or maybe Shoko is realizing she’s broken. “Just be a good girl and you’ll get rewarded. I’d never deny you the pleasure, if only you ask for it.”
He pushes up into her, with his full balls slapping her taint upon every upward thrust. Completely steadfast in turning her pussy and brain to mush. Shoko tries to imagine her anatomy inside her head, medical charts from her student days; a photographic memory like hers lets her recall everything in graphic detail, equally stylized diagram and real guts and meat from many witnessed surgeries, and among everything Suguru’s dick shreds right through and stretches her. Every little point Shoko can name of the inside of her vagina lights up as she feels Suguru thrusts directly into. Her whole cunt is lit up. Dripping, she is dripping. She’s about to piss herself and burst.
She’s the one to grab and kiss him next. Sucks his tongue into her mouth and practically fellating it. Her teeth graze on it gently while she laps up at it, melting all the more when she hears him moan. It makes her proud to please him. To know he’s feeling pleasure, and hoping she’s better than the other men and women he’s slept with. The thought of serving Suguru again and again, and prostrating before him, is enough to leave her panting.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so stupid—” She pleads. Not to him, not at him, for herself and her own betrayed sexuality and betrayed girlfriend. “It feels so good, why is your cock so good, it’s unfair, so unfair, I hate you, fuck yourself, please don’t stop, please, please, please—!!”
“Shh, let is happen, Shoko— That’s a good girl, can you feel it? Feels really good, right? I always thought you’d look good spread on cock, you should be proud you feel even better~”
None of this should be happening. None of this should feel so good.
The taste of a man on her lips, the feeling of his hand caressing her face and letting her hands free so he can grope her breast, the guttural sensation of his cock going in and out of her, she’s craving it more with every thrust. Feeling like she’s missed out for so long. The thought that most men don’t know how to fuck like this doesn’t come to save her with some common sense; Suguru is hammering into her the superiority of cock and how foolish she is to not have wanted it. How foolish she is to have rejected it for so long. Now she feels like she’ll never be able to come again.
“Take it from me, cock is the greatest pleasure you can get, it’s in your nature. Let yourself enjoy it, I want you to,” Suguru says gently while one of his hands reaches between Shoko’s legs and pushes on her pussy lips, keeping her sealed around his cock as he fucks into her. She’s completely saturated on him — clit grinding on his pubis, lips squished around his shaft, cunt completely and utterly tearing at the seams with cock.
All Shoko has in her is a pathetic moan. Her mind goes haywire the longer Suguru keeps going.
His cock is becoming more and more the center of her universe, the only thing the right size and shape to reform her cervix from an over-sesitive bitch into a soft little cushion that dispenses pleasure right into her brain.
She wraps her arms around his neck and tugs on the collar of his shirt. Suguru attentively leans in and kisses her cheek before nudging her head to the side so he can latch onto her throat too. Soft and delicious kisses and licks, the way she feels his tongue on her skin absolutely lights her pussy up. He could probably eat her out better than Utahime.
“Your cock is turning me straight, I don’t— Even care about pussy— All I want is this…!” Her babbling is uncontrollable, zero filter between her orgasm-chasing hole, her brain, and her mouth. The worse the things she says are, the better it feels, the faster Suguru goes and sends her pussy into a complete frenzy. Her whole body is in tremors.
And squirt gushes from Shoko’s cunt in an uncoordinated splash. Hard, bubbling, hot thick stream rushing right out and all over Suguru’s stomach and pants, not that he stops or pulls away. He lets her make a mess, silencing her with a kiss to keep her orgasming cursing from coming out. She still shouts, muffled though it is, into his mouth. Pleasure and shame swirl in her head, her voice attempting to whine and moan at the same time.
All the while, Suguru fucks her through her orgasm, laughing with pure delight, which makes his cock pulsate inside her. Shoko’s eyes roll up, mouth hanging open. Uncontrollable orgasm that shatters her world.
A man made her come. He made her come with his cock alone and minimal clit-stimulation. A man gave her a full-body shaking orgasm and turned her cunt into a hose.
“You’re so messy, I never took you for such an orgasmic girl, Shoko.” There’s a smug smile on Suguru’s face.
“I—It’s—Can’t help it…!”
“I don’t want you to,” Suguru says with his lips puckered. “Come some more, become my little cock-whore.”
He sucks in some air and pants into Shoko’s face as his own orgasm mounts. Thrusts becoming shorter at the same depth, small flexes in is ass, more than enough to dig his girthy cock into a tender little G-Spot. And he fills her up, unceremoniously. Dumps all his baby batter right into her unprotected cunt, because why would she need birth control if she doesn’t have sex with men?
Shoko wishes it didn’t feel like anything for her. Wishes there wasn’t a rush of silky warmth as her pussy milks each drop directly from Suguru’s balls, that her sloppy gash isn’t welcoming the cum-shower he unleashes upon her, that her cervix didn’t begin to drink it up. Bred bitch, that’s all she is. And she gropes Suguru’s sculpted ass and squeezes him for more. Chasing even more fullness.
She really let some guy fuck her raw and pump her full of semen. Worse yet, in her heart she knows she wants to do it again.
Exhausted, Suguru slumps against her, into her neck. They both take a moment to sober up, hopefully enough to feel shame for what they’d just done. Shoko plays with his hair while he makes no move to pull out yet. An experimental thrust down from her makes them both groan and shiver, to the point Suguru pins her still again with playful sternness.
“Now now, give a man a moment, won’t you?”
“You,” Shoko sucks in a breath, itching for a new cigarette. “Broke my brain and my pussy, and taunted me about it the whole time. The least you can do is not have any refractory period after the fact.”
“That’s one thing women have over men in the bedroom, at least,” he chuckles, nose pressed against her hair. “I suppose a little dick is really all you needed to turn into a slut, as I thought.”
“You should stop talking like that.” Mainly because her pussy keeps throbbing anytime he calls her a slut.
“I know it turns you on. Why stop?”
He licks her neck and his palm grazes her oversensitive pussy, making her squirm helplessly against him. It’s hard to chalk it up to a mere slip-up, what Shoko has done is akin to treason.
When they finally gather enough shame to detangle, it’s time to return back to their other halves. All thoughts about how to deflect and pretend everything is alright go right out Shoko’s head the moment she sees what Utahime and Gojo look like sprawled out in the kitchen.
“I see you two had fun too,” Suguru chuckles.
Utahime lies on the table with her legs spread wide, blouse and skirt all a mess in an effort to show her tiny tits and visibly creamed cunt. Shoko stares in awe at how thoroughly her best friend has used her girlfriend’s pussy as little more than a napkin to wipe his cum into. She licks her lips. She wonders if they’ll let her go and eat her out, stuff her face with Gojo’s sloppy cum instead of dessert.
“She held out pretty well until she saw my cock, yeah,” Satoru says while his hands roam Utahime’s body. Her face trembles as he does so, holding back her obvious pleasure. Shoko knows the tells of bliss in her body — nipples hard, one leg kicking involuntarily like a napping puppy. “Kinda blacked out on me midway through, I think it was just too big.”
Suguru laughs, lust saturated in his eyes.
“Always so cocky, Satoru… But it’s true, you’ve got to have one of the biggest cocks in all of Japan, nobody knows how to handle it.”
“Nobody but you~”
“I’m ready for it anytime if you’re still not satisfied.”
“See? She won’t even curse me out.” He looks to Suguru while spanking her body, light taps on her in an almost childish manner. “I bet I could do anything to her like this, what do you think, Shoko?” Then he turns to look at her, melting her with his oh-so mischievous eyes, daring her to throw her own girlfriend under the bus.
“What do you want to do to her?” Shoko stands at the edge of the table, frozen, while Suguru moves past to kiss Satoru. So passionate, so loving, two people who match each other to the bone.
“Well, I’m done with her for now, but I know Suguru’s wanted to fuck her in the ass for weeks, so she still has to hold out.” He wiggles his brows.
Utahime groans and covers her face though her legs remain spread.
“If you guys want anal why not just fuck each other?” Her mind is already racing with the visual of Utahime with her ass gaping. Shoko’s thought about it a few times, she likes watching the odd anal video every now and then. The way girls spread their tiny holes for huge dildos? With Utahime’s shy repressed face, it would look amazing.
“We do that plenty, of course, but we’ve always been like this,” Satoru starts, hands going up and down Utahime’s thighs. His cock is resting on the mound of her cunt, plumping up slowly again.
“Sex with girls is something we could never give up, we liked it too much, so we didn’t. Our favorite is breaking lesbians — you’d be surprised how many couples look for men to fuck to spruce things up. We’ve been craving some cunt again.”
“And you two looked like you needed some hard cocks in your holes~”
“You said it yourself, didn’t you, Shoko? No passion, nothing freaky, you don’t even touch yourself to feel good? Such a shame.” Suguru stares right into Shoko while his arms roam Satoru’s chest from the back, lifting his shirt to show off his sculpted abs.
“I don’t blame you when you’re with a little prude like Utahime,” Satoru teases. His fingers play with Utahime’s nipples, pinching them to make her chest jump off the table. “But we can give you two a hand. We’ll satisfy you both, turn you into the needy sluts you pretend you’re not.”
Shoko does not have any control of her own body when she spreads her legs and grinds her pussy on the edge of the table. She watches as Satoru detaches from her girlfriend by kissing Suguru on the lips and tugging his cock towards where his own had just been.
“Do you know what the best part about anal sex is, Shoko?” Suguru asks her while gently rubbing his thick cock between Utahime’s labia and getting it drenched in pussy juice and cum.
“It’s tighter, I guess?” Her breathing is hard, she’s too focused on her clit rubbing on the nice hard wood. Until Satoru steadies her with a firm hand on the small of her back. Suguru takes his time lathering up his dick in her slit, teasing how he’ll put it in her by just barely breaching her hole, all before pushing up and popping the head into her ass.
“There’s that too, but no.”
Utahime yells, the entirety of Suguru forced up her tender asshole. She can’t run away, instead kicking her legs and trying to breathe between her shouting. Eyes shot out and stark. Suguru rubs her belly, smug to feel himself poking out. He grants her a small mercy by reaching down to toy with her clit while she gets used to his size.
“It’s the face of a freshly popped anal cherry. I can tell from your eyes you liked it too.”
“You’re a sick pervert,” Utahime groans, clawing at the table. Only to be silenced when Suguru pounds into her effortlessly, turning her into a hollowed out sex toy.
“Aww,” he smiles with his head tipped back. Nothing but pure pleasure on his face. “Such mean words, don’t worry, sour girls are the best to fuck.”
While she watches, Shoko doesn’t give even a bit of protest as Satoru wraps his arms around her and gropes her.
“Would you believe me if I told you I’ve jerked off thinking about you like this more times than I can count?” He asks her with his huge hands pinching her nipples. All her body wants to do is grind back, sloppy wet cunt to leaking engorged cock. Satoru is longer than Suguru, is possibly thicker and outright bigger all around. Blessed from birth with a monster. Shoko’s pussy keeps gushing sloppy slick all over him, welcoming him to just push in as he likes.
“And your boyfriend is okay with you thinking about other women.”
“Sure, he’s the one who asked to do this!”
“Guilty as charged,” Suguru groans while grinding his cock up into Utahime, who’s grunting beneath him with drool down her mouth.
Satoru doesn’t wait too long to bend Shoko over as well and stuff her cunt, down to the brim. Shoko can barely breathe while feeling herself fill out. He’s longer than Suguru, lacking the gentle slope and curve. He’s a straight ramrod meant to spear through women and destroy their pussies.
“It’s a good thing Suguru got you ready for me so you’re nice and open, I bet you’d squeal like Utahime did when I pounded her out~”
Shoko lets out a strangled noise, trying not to squirt herself stupid on the first pump.
“She’s very pliable, Satoru, so don’t worry about being gentle,” Suguru calls out, grinning as he watches Shoko grip the table and reassess her life.
By the end of that evening, none of her holes are left unstretched or empty, she leaks so much cum her thighs stick together because of it. Utahime is no different. Covered in hickeys and reeking of male stench, the two of them make out while Satoru and Suguru slap their cocks against their faces. While they hit them over the head with hard and engorged dick-meat. While they shove their fingers up their cunts and piston into their tender G-Spots.
It would be so shameful if only it didn’t feel so good.