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Everything You Hoped For	By : Digitriangel Category: Digimon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 28104 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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Content warning: Questionable Consent. Group, Mostly M/F with some M/M, Prostitution? (maybe, not really)

A single whimper.
That was the last sound escaping from Meiko before the girl passed out. Takeru bent over and lightly slapped her cheek once, twice, three times. His fingers moved upward towards her eye, lightly lifting her eyelid. Rousing no reaction, he pulled out of his slave’s ass; releasing a stream of semen before declaring victory.
His brother let out a huff of denial and redoubled his own thrusts into a willing sex puppet. Takeru just gave a light chuckle and walked away from the depraved scene, towards the rest of his friends who were talking animatedly about something or other.
“What’s up?” he asked, taking his place in the circle between Miyako and Jou.
His girlfriend helpfully supplied the answer, “Masturbation.” Topics like that were one consequence of making everyone more open about sex, he supposed. “Iori says he’s never done it before.” Hikari continued.
“What?” Takeru asked looking at the eighteen-year-old in shock, “But what about needing ‘privacy’ earlier?”
“I just,” the younger boy blushed, “needed to leave and calm down. I wasn’t going to do that in your house.”
Strange, right now doing that in Takeru’s house should be less awkward than doing it anywhere else. Was Iori resistant or was he just fumbling excuses?
“Oh come now.” Mimi gushed, “Do you really expect us to believe you were just going to sit there and do nothing? Even if you managed to calm down you would have gotten hard again when you walked back out. You haveta relieve the stress, not just ignore it.”
“You’re going to get a hair trigger that way. Any girl would find that disappointing.” Sora teased.
Iori looked towards Jou, hoping for backup from one of the more strict and traditional members of their group, but to no avail. “It’s a perfectly natural and healthy way to deal with urges, no shame in rubbing one out every day or two.”
“You can’t be serious” the boy groused at his elder. “That often?” he turned around, a wildly waving finger pointing accusingly at Takeru “When was the last time you did it.”
“Well I,” that was a good question, when had he last jacked off? There seemed to be little need for such selfish actions these days. “I guess not since I started dating Hikari.”
Weird, he could swear his brother was mocking him right now, even though he could not see or hear the older blond.
“I know she’s right here but you shouldn’t lie. It’s better to be open an honest about these things in a relationship.” Jou said. A pregnant pause filled the room as the young couple failed to give the awkward stumbling everyone was expecting. “Wait, seriously?”
“See.” Iori rallied, placated by an apparent ally. “I’ll just do what Takeru does.”
“Well yeah funny story, the thing about that is…” Takeru trailed off, grabbing the head of the nearest girl – Miyako – and brought her mouth to his cock as he gently thrusted his hips. “I’m not sure you have the proper, shall we say –” he smirked as warm lips enveloped his hardening dick “- popularity and arrangements, I’ve taken advantage of.”
An Idea formed in his head. “Although I’m sure I can help you become quite the stud.” It was quite wicked, turning the strict little virgin Iori into a manwhore. But then he was Takeru’s jogress partner, and the blond ought to let him in on all this sensuous success.
“I don’t need your help getting a girlfriend.” Takeru did his best not to roll his eyes. Iori always came running to him with girl problems, the boy didn’t have a romantic bone in his body. The blond felt Miyako pull away in an attempt to join the conversation, but he held her in place. He had a good idea what the girl would say, right now it was redundant and her lips were better used elsewhere.
“I’ll set him straight, you stay where you are.” he then flashed his best fake grin. “Don’t knock it until you try it, being a super-stud has its perks. And those with a good sex life are likely to excel in other areas. Mimi, Hikari, mind putting on a show for us?”
The girls hesitated for less than a second before they began to strut towards the center of the room. There, standing in front of all their friends the pair met in an open mouthed kiss. They were happy to show off all their assets, wedging their breasts together while arching their waists out, showing off the full curves of their femininity as they slobbered all over each other.
Hikari’s hands shot to the older girl’s rear and made sure to grab handfuls of the firm flesh found there, while Mimi was content to let her arms wrap against the younger girl, pulling her closer and feeling her soft skin on skin.
“Do you mind if I…?” Jou asked the group, motioning to his own stiff wood concealed by his trousers.
“No, go ahead. In fact, Sora do you mind helping Iori out?” Bending to the will of his final hussy, Takeru pulled Miyako up and planted her cunt on his dick, allowing the girl to watch both the illicit lesbian action and her young friend’s first handjob as she rode him. It was better for Takeru’s health not to keep her from this, and may he could even win some favours from her later.
Iori was in shock from how cavalier everyone was being about this. Sure there had been a session of oral hours before, but this was different. Sex was something you did with someone you trusted, for which friends would count under the current perverse reality; masturbation was something one did alone, and in Iori’s opinion as little as possible: a private endeavor to be spoken of in only hushed whispers. And yet, here all of his closest friends blatantly disagreed.
In his stupor the boy allowed no resistance to surface as Sora dropped his pants and unveiled his prick to the group for the second time that day. While he would never admit it out loud, his cock was already half erect from the show before the redhead wrapped her hand around it.
Iori found himself in quite the shameful predicament, being jacked off in front of everyone. But at the same time, Takeru had made it clear that this display of debauchery was for his own benefit, and with Mimi and Hikari putting their hearts into a sex show, and Sora giving him a hand, it would be ruder to refuse.
Right?
And if, for some yet unthinkable reason his behavior was inappropriate, he was unsure he could muster the willpower to tell Sora to stop. The redheaded temptress’s hand was opening him up to a world of new sensations. It was still far removed from the blowjob he’d received earlier, but an amazing handjob was not the kind of pleasure that logic could argue against.
His eyes refocused on the center of the room. Mimi and Hikari had moved to the floor, and were now rubbing their crotches against each other. Iori tried to get a good look at the scissoring girls. Their breasts were on full display and bouncing from the contact, and he could see a nice side view of Mimi’s ass, but their pussies her unfortunately concealed from his sight.
In his search the brunet took in the risqué facial expressions of the girls in front of him, he found their expressions contorted in ecstasy. Those glassy eyes and red faces set something off in him more than the ample flesh on display. With a grunt and a blush his release was staining the carpet.
Iori apologized profusely, and Sora stood up to search for something to clean the mess, but Takeru stopped them both with a wave of his hand and set Sora back upon Iori’s member. Apparently such a mess was trivial to the sexually charged teen.
The gesture also brought Iori’s attention to his lavender haired friend whom he’d known for ages. It did not come a surprise to him that his longtime friend would be actively swept up in this madness. In fact, it would trouble him more if she was resistant to the sexual scene.
And yet somehow, despite the girl’s blatant attraction and shameless flirting with anything that breathed, Iori had never truly thought of her as a sexual being before. As a woman with curves and pleasures. Here she was, being split in two by the biggest cock the boy could fathom, an expression on her face calling out for more than even she could handle.
It was unnervingly hot.
Takeru noticed the boy’s stare, and the way his jogress partner shook in Sora’s care. “So, you still have something against masturbating?” he asked with a smirk.
Iori grit his teeth, defiantly searching for an answer that let him keep his pride. “This…This isn’t masturbating.”
Takeru laughed, “Touché, but do you think you’ll always be able to find a girl to do it for you? You’re borrowing Yamato’s right now.” Iori’s ears burred to match the rest of his face and he refused to look at the blond. Thankfully Hikari and Mimi were providing a heated distraction as they rocked their pussies back and forth.
“You could, you know.” his Takeru continued “If you want I can show you the life of a stud, and you’ll have every girl in your school climbing over themselves to suck you off.”
Iori looked doubtful. He was a quiet, reserved boy, with many more friends that had graduated in the past year than he had classes with. Not that he minded, the young chosen was comfortable in his own company. And while kendo training kept him fit, he did not have the definition he assumed most girls found attractive.
And the killing blow: he had no natural concept of romance. It seemed odd, with Takeru and Miyako as two of his closest friends, but flirting came naturally to those two. Iori found it easier to talk to the Emperor than to a date. When it came to reeling in girls Takeru was dropping an electric charge in a barrel, Iori was casting from a rod made of straw into a pile of rocks. There was no reason to think the blond’s methods would work for him.
“You don’t believe me?” Takeru said, sounding not at all surprised that his dubious clam was being met with a wall of resistance. “That’s fine, but I’m not trying to embarrass you. The thing is Iori, if you want a wife then at some point you have to take a chance. You can’t keep waiting and doing nothing”
“And what experience do you have dating?” Iori challenged weakly, worn down by Sora’s attentions. “You’ve only been with one girl, and you’ve practically been dating her all your life.”
“Exactly. I’ve practically been dating all my life.” Iori rolled his eyes.
“Trust him.” Miyako butted in “He really, really, reeallyyy knows what he’s doing here.”
“She’s right.” Sora whispered in his ear, somewhat hesitantly. “If it’s truly something you want to do, then Takeru’s your best bet.”
With so many of his friends backing the blond he had to give in. “I guess.” he conceded sheepishly. Takeru’s smirk grew, and Iori had the sneaking suspicion this had been his goal all day, but before he could inquire Sora’s hand sped up and moans drowned out his words as his release shot out once again.
“So did you like that?” Takeru asked, eyes focusing on the scissoring women who were desperately moaning for more. “I was serious you know, give me a month, and you can have your own gaggle of girls performing for you. You in?”
Iori swallowed. That felt way better than he imagined, in that moment, he didn’t want to go back to abstinence. He was still hesitant that the blond’s methods would work, but at this point what did he have to lose? “I’m in.”
Miyako shrieked and leapt across Takeru’s lap to kiss Iori. The blond was a little annoyed by the lack of a finish, but kept his cool, he now had five live-in on-demand sluts, he could abstain for a few minutes and focus on more important things.
And maybe he’d throw a little ‘punishment’ Miyako’s way later.
“First things first. We can’t have a virgin stud.”
“Can I?” begged Miyako? “Please?” Iori was suddenly very aware of his childhood friend’s naked body.
“That’s not my decision to make.” Takeru said. “Hikari, we’ll need Meiko awake for this.”
I hope Meiko wakes for this.
Too goddamn specific, oh well. “Alright everyone, here’s how we’ll do this: Iori gets a choice. If you want, I can make your first time after some ‘magical’ date with one of your classmates or whomever you desire. But I also offer your pick of any girl in this room-” well sort of, Hikari had already excluded herself. “Girls, we are doing this auction style. Plead your case to Iori and if he picks you then I’ll be sure to give an extra reward later.”
A devious grin spread across the blond’s face. True he couldn’t make any girl here do anything they didn’t want to, but the mere offer of a prize would be enough for Mimi and Meiko. Sora was outwardly more resistant, but Yamato was ploughing away in hearing distance and this may be her only change to sell herself to another man in his presence with no consequences, she was unlikely to pass it up.
Miyako needed no extra encouragement, or special rules. If Iori had asked her to take his virginity before they set foot in this apartment she would have responded with the same enthusiasm, it was actually kind of creepy given she thought of him as a little brother.
That left Hikari who, due to the very contract that held the rules of this house together, was not bound by them. And while she was still Takeru’s little cumdump, she was Takeru’s cumdump. If he wasn’t involved she wasn’t interested. She would, however, bump up the price, because that’s what Takeru wanted her to do.
“Alright, we’ll do this in order, Hikari first, then Mimi, Meiko, Sora and finally Miyako. You each only get one pitch, so make it count.” The girls stood in the order he specified, Sora suddenly stripping after realizing she was the only girl still wearing clothes.
Hikari stepped up first. She wasn’t going to win, at least she hoped she wasn’t. And if Takeru was half the boyfriend he wanted to be then he’d best pick up on that. But none of the other girls knew she was faking, so she could at least pretend she was trying to win, and see how they react. She also squeezed her new chest, just for show and sent a sly wink to her lover.
“Iori, if you let me take your virginity, then I will rock your world, I’ll let you use all my naughty little holes until you pass out. And I’ll even film the whole thing and let you have the tape. To remember your first glorious time.”
She wanted to make sure Iori got anal his first time, remembering how disappointed she’d been when Takeru refused her that pleasure their first night. The tape was just something to make the other girls sweat.
Mimi stepped forward next, not at all intimidated by her junior’s offer. “Hikari, did you really think I wouldn’t let him fuck my ass? Of course the full suite is on offer. But let’s be real.” Mimi said arching her back and thrusting out her own ample chest “Only one girl here is a ten. What would you rather? A tape of second best, or memories of the ultimate experience?
“Plus, I know you have a big dance coming up. I’ll be your date, a goddess to show off to all your friends and make all the little hussies jealous. And we’ll have our own little after-party and I’ll do things to you that will make all the guys unspeakably jealous too.”
With that she finished, confident that even if the others came up with more deviant sex acts, they still would not be able to surpass her raw beauty. Nor could she believe any red-blooded male would turn her down for the dance, the promise of more afterward a decisive blow.
Meiko was third, not nearly as confident as her predecessor. A blush adorned her face, but unfortunately for her Takeru was moderator, not decider. “Well, I guess. I think you should pick the other girl, if you have something in mind. Your first time shouldn’t be something to so easily throw away. But if you pick me, I’ll be sure to make love to you. Not fuck you or rock your world, but to give your virginity the tenderness it deserves.”
The offer was piecemeal next to its competitors, but then was likely what Iori would have said he wanted his first time to be if someone had asked yesterday. It was also disheartening to Takeru, who was trying to make Iori a very different person than he was yesterday. Meiko too, for that matter, could stand to be a bit freer with her sexuality.
Thankfully Sora stepped forward next, and then again, and then dropped to her knees and crawled toward Iori, planting a kiss on the head of his till exposed cock.
“Hey!” Mimi objected “That’s not fair. She can’t do that.”
Takeru waved his arm, “It wasn’t against the rules, so long as he keeps his virginity. But if she goes too long I’ll stop her. Do you really think your offer will be beaten by a blowjob?” Mimi backed off at that, but still felt slighted. The early slots were designed to be harder, that was half the point. But instead of complaining Mimi began plotting.
Sora wasn’t just going to blow the boy, not that doing this in front of Yamato wasn’t turning her on, but still she had a bet to win as she licked and kissed this cock.
“All of these girls have seen your tension, but none of them soothed your pain, because they don’t have what it takes. They don’t know how to properly worship a cock like this. But I do. And once you pick me I’ll please you the way you deserve until you pass out.” She took his dick in her mouth and gave a light suck before resuming, prompted by Mimi’s earlier offer. “And then I’ll let you run around and study up, and next week I’ll demonstrate it for you; any fetish, any desire. I’m yours. Use me.”
And then she guzzled the dick, taking him down to the base. She’d had lots of practice, for a time her mind could only rationalize paying off imagined slights against Yamato with blowjobs. Until the blowjobs had become expected, then had to do it daily for it not to be considered a slight.
After a few more bobs Takeru stopped the redhead. Blue balling Iori would be unfortunate, but the boy had pretty much asked for it. Anyway, he’d be find soon enough, and Miyako might explode if he kept her back any longer. She nearly exploded anyway as she began her own offer.
“Okay so first off, if you let me take your virginity, it will be in a threesome, with Mimi. Picture it, both of us pleasing you, taking turns or just double teaming you. And Mimi has agreed to throw in her dance and after-dance plans too. So long as she gets the prize, not me. I just want your first time.” She turned toward Takeru who nodded. “As for me. Next weekend, I know your mom and grandpa are out. I’ll spend the whole day giving you a crash course. I’ve known you forever, I’m sure I can find your fetish and help you bring girls on board. Which is part three: I’ll help Takeru turn you into a stud anyway I can.”
Honestly that last part was pretty true whether or not he picked her. Miyako would be overjoyed if Iori turned into a sexual protégée.
With that all bets were on the table. Takeru could, if he so chose, lock in any of them except Hikari’s, but he didn’t. This was Iori’s decision, and he would let the younger boy make it. Dick still aching and wet with Sora’s saliva, Iori looked between the three real options.   Miyako had stacked her offer, a threesome, a dance date with a goddess, and two guaranteed later follow-ups, one of which was slated to last forty hours. Sora’s, less invested, but frontloaded by a tongue that - by his quick experiences - was better than even Miyako’s so he would not be surprised if the rest of the girl was equally capable. And Meiko, offering the last vestige if his previous sex life.
He couldn’t do it; the allure was just too great. “Miyako” he finally spoke.
Both the girl in question and Mimi to ran up to him and enveloped the youngest chosen in a hug. Takeru smirked at the way his jogress partner blushed as naked twin pairs of soft yet firm breasts rubbed against his skin. He’d experience far more than that in a few minutes, and Takeru was even nice enough to boost his stamina a few rounds too.
Iori allowed the two femme fatales to lead him through the massive apartment to one of the guest bedrooms, which he lamented had roughly the same square footage as his home apartment. Takeru’s mom lived in the same complex he did, how did the boy even handle this kind of upgrade?   Moving from a four room apartment in squalor to what was essentially a mansion on top of a building was a huge culture shock and one Iori would not be able to endure himself.
But then Takeru had been in many situations that Iori had not, this most pressing one involving the two girls at hand. They had been kind enough to honor his request of privacy; the boy had done many things in front of the group earlier but for some reason this felt like it should be more intimate.
Not five minutes ago, when faced with the decision between intimacy and pleasure, Iori had picked the latter. After all, even he had come across the idea of a threesome before, and found the idea of being with two girls at the same time extremely alluring. He’d also ruled the idea high fantasy, unobtainable to a stalwart like himself, and a very natural concession. But now, faced with the overwhelming finality before him he couldn’t help but feel he picked wrong.
Mimi Tachikawa was virtually a goddess, and he knew for a fact most boys in his class would sell their soul for a chance to be with her.   Her breasts held the contradiction of large and tight, and they did not need a bra for support. She often wore one anyway, on the rare occasion she hadn’t her nipples could occasionally be seen through a tight shirt, leading to pictures even Iori had seen before. Her protruding posterior had a similar quality. The jiggling orbs attracting the action of every male in the vicinity whenever she bent over to pick up a fallen object, which she did more often than the clumsiest of girls.
Iori had no sense of fashion, but he did not need one to recognize that Mimi was always impeccably dressed, just one more factor that kept all eyes on her. And now, wearing nothing at all, Iori couldn’t help but be drawn in. Her back had a perpetual arch to it, delivering maximum exposure to her glorious assets, and no matter when he looked she always seemed to be striking a pose that could rival models in a lewd magazine. He supposed, he’d not had much experience in that matter.
With her looks and personality Mimi Tachikawa could get laid whenever she wanted with virtually anyone she wanted. Even many a taken man in Odaiba had her on their top five ‘if it was offered’ lists. She undoubtedly was used to only the highest caliber of cock.
The lilac haired girl was perhaps a bit unfair to compare next to the glory of Mimi, but she had a magic of her own going for her. Physically, Miyako’s breasts were half the size of her competition, although her earlier cry of team itty-bitty-titty was quite modest; one boob was more than could be fit in a single hand. Miyako’s main asset was her rear, it was smaller than Mimi’s still, but extremely tight, and brought her high up the ranks.
Average breasts and an ass that did not quit were all the girl needed, she had long ago learned how to weaponize her body, and in combination with her overt sexuality she could also get virtually any man she desired, at least for one round. And she desired many men, indulging herself frequently. Iori wished he could at least claim that more men would stay faithful if Miyako propositioned them than if Mimi did, but experience taught him it was unwise to question a determined Miyako.
Which was one of the factors leading to his predicament, between the godly body of Mimi and the insatiable lust of Miyako, what exactly did he think he was doing here? Iori had never intentionally orgasmed until a few hours ago, he’d have trouble keeping up with an equally inexperienced girl. Not that he’d ever considered that to be a problem before, given his vision of his first time. But now he’d doomed himself to a threesome with two seasoned partners and was feeling quite inadequate. Especially with the insinuation that the girls had experienced Takeru’s overpowering equipment, he just could not compete.
He felt a hand close around his wrist and, somehow prying his eyes away from the spectacle before him, saw his own hand clutching the bottom of his shirt, pulling it over his exposed and semi erect penis. His pants and underwear abandoned where Sora had disrobed him earlier.
“Don’t worry about it.” Miyako said raising her arm, and by extension his hand and shirt, to free his member. “Just lie back and enjoy it. We know what we’re getting into, and it’s going to be amazing.” Her other hand went to his shoulder, lightly pushing him down until he was sitting on the bed.
Iori wanted to protest some more, but then Mimi leaned in and uttered a single word, “Relax”. Between her dangling boobs and her oh so enticing lips, he could not help but be drawn into her aura as she leant in and began to kiss him.
Growing up under his grandfather’s discretion, Iori lived a life full of preemptively eliminating problems. This issue in particular though, he figured he could act on now and regret later.
He allowed Mimi to take control of the kiss, opening his lips to accept her tongue and doing his best to entertain it once it entered his mouth. He had little experience in this matter, but responded as eagerly as he could. The boy lost himself in those lips, focusing on the sensuality before him.
After a half an hour- or more likely thirty seconds – Iori found himself stimulated by a different tongue. His body tensed as he jumped at the assault on his manhood, but Mimi held firm, her hands running to his shoulders as she gently nipped at his lower lip. Wordlessly reassuring him.
With Iori still staring the brunette in the eyes he felt Miyako’s mouth envelop his cock, a moan sprang from his body unbidden, and Mimi took his mouth again to silence him. His hips thrust forward slightly, forcing his cock deeper past the lilac haired girl’s willing lips, and allowing the tip into her throat. The intensity of the wet warmth surrounding his manhood was still fairly new to Iori, and his body tensed up in reaction. Something which Mimi’s rubbing arms and caressing tongue attempted to sooth as Miyako focused on his most pressing need.
Iori learned to relax, enjoying the females’ attentions. At some point Mimi slipped her hands under his shirt and trailed up his abs to his pecks, playing with them. The sparks of pleasure he got from his nipples being played with were slightly confusing, but like everything else today he decided to let it go where it would.
After a brief respite, Mimi’s hands trailed further up, and Iori raised his arms as he allowed the older girl to undress him. She broke the kiss to do so, and returned not to his lips, but to his neck, kissing and sucking the tender flesh there. A quick glace taught Iori that Mimi was now straddling him, bolstered high enough by her knees so as to not interfere with Miyako’s heavenly work. The young chosen did find it hard to look past where Mimi’s chest pressed up against his own, and hard to focus as Miyako started regularly deep throating him.
With a single word of warning, he erupted. Miyako pulled up at just the last second, a fountain of cum greeting her face and Mimi’s rear. The geyser spewed everywhere, some landing on the bed, some on the floor, and some on Iori himself. Takeru had emphatically told them not to worry about any mess they might make, and Miyako’s wondrous tongue saw to what splashed on her childhood friend.
As for the portion on Mimi’s backside? Well the brunette trailed one hand along her ass, scooping up the gooey liquid as she went before bringing the hand to her lips and sucking it all down, licking the remainder of her fingers.
God that was hot. He could already feel himself beginning to get hard again.
A loud smack rang out as Mimi’s hips thrust forward and her back arched, she turned toward Miyako, planning to scold the younger girl for the unprovoked attack on her rear, but was met with an intense kiss. “Move it.” Miyako whined “You promised I’d go first.”
Mimi still wanted to protest a little, but the words died in her throat. Miyako was desperate to be the one who took Iori’s virginity, to the point of offering Mimi a host of favors to take this deal. And so she supposed she could forgive this haste, and join the younger girl in pushing Iori down on the bed.
The boy rolled with it, looking on in disbelief as Miyako planted one leg on either side of his waist, grabbed his erect cock and lowered herself down, never breaking eye contact as she stole his first time. The girl was more excited about it that Iori was, never believing she could make this devious fantasy a reality. Without warning she began to swing her hips as Iori lost himself in the pleasure. The feel of his cock in a tight pussy was better than he could have fathomed before today.
He did as the girls wanted, sitting back and letting Miyako work him as he did everything in his inexperienced power to stop himself from finishing prematurely. Even the very vision of the nude girl riding his dick, while feeling the electricity coming from his cock confirming every slightest moment, was proving too much stimulation for him. He had to close his eyes to block it out.
Miyako had much experience with virgins, having a special thrill seeing how badly she could corrupt them. She could recognize all the warning signs in her partner and knew when to slow down and let him stew. She’d promised a world rocking, and would not be content if all he got was a quickie.
Mimi watched her friends go at it. At first she’d held back out of respect, this was Iori’s first time and Miyako clearly wanted the attention, but as the pair dragged it out and Mimi felt herself get hornier and hornier until she just couldn’t hold back. She wasn’t good at watching anyway, she’d much rather be watched or partake. So she leaned over and began to lick a nipple, he had responded strongly to that before.
The feel of the wet mussel working his chest shot the boy’s eyes open as he focused on the goddess worshiping him. As always her body presented a delectable picture: her rear was in the air, and her back arced down towards him, with enough of a slant that her breasts were still hanging alluringly in his view as her tongue traced sensitive flesh. Another stand out, at the point where Mimi’s lower back met her rear Iori could faintly make out a line of white marking his previous release she had missed in her rush clean up job. The memories returning were difficult to fight against, and in his naiveté he turned toward Miyako, only to feel a joint from watching her rut her hip against him.
“I’m, close.” he tried to warn, but to no avail, neither girl would let him up and the cry incentivized Miyako to increase her pace, wanting to be the boy’s first creampie as well as his first lover. There was no chance for the boy, and he let out a loud moan as Miyako took him to heaven and he released inside her.
Cruelly, Mimi did not stop her ministrations even as Miyako pulled out and moved closer to the exhausted boy’s face, he was unsure what she was doing until she spread her folds, dripping some fluid on his chest where Mimi promptly dealt with it. “This is what a properly fucked cunt looks like.” Iori blushed but did not look away, at this point the language was more embarrassing to him than the imagery.
Mimi then moved up to kiss Iori once more, a kiss that Miyako intruded on as she pulled the boy up to join in, he lost himself in the nearby female flesh, so it came as quite the shock as he was pushed into a nearby chair as the girls sequestered the bed.
“You just focus on getting better for now.” Mimi declared as she moved in to kiss Miyako’s neck. Mimi always liked putting on a show and Miyako could indulge in her mentor at any time, even if she didn’t have her normal toys available. The pair could content themselves quite sufficiently, and give Iori’s virgin body some time to recuperate even as they continued to blow his mind.
The girls made out on the bed, rubbing their bodies together. Mimi won the battle for dominance, pinning Miyako and holding her down as she toyed with the younger girl’s nipples. In return the lavender haired vixen’s hand made their way onto Mimi’s rear, fingers digging into supple flesh.
The digits spread her cheeks, revealing a puckered asshole to their audience. Iori let out a quick gasp, and Mimi felt her pussy tingle. Still, she wasn’t going to let that go unanswered. She slid her body down, forcing the hands off her ass as she met her partner’s cunt with a kiss.
There was already something occupying that hole, and Mimi stuck her tongue out to scoop the cum she found. Eating a creampie was something she did here and there, most boys would prefer she did it more frequently, but Iori was one of the lucky few who would get to see it in person.
Her tongue dove into willing folds, making Miyako moan in pleasure. She was adequately skilled at giving girls head, and her partner so vastly turned on by this situation, it would easy to get the girl off in seconds.
Just as younger girl was about to scream, Mimi pulled back. “This isn’t about you, remember?” she taunted, rushing up to silence any objections with her lips.
Mimi on her side, Miyako decided to make a move, flipping her body so her head was approximately at her friend’s apex she let one hand spread Mimi’s slit as the brunette willingly spread her legs for Iori’s viewing pleasure. Miyako’s other hand wrapped around Mimi’s buttocks to start to rub her mound.
“Look at this cunt.” the lavender haired girl said. “Doesn’t it just look so fuckable?” she asked, rubbing faster. To everyone’s surprise Iori stood up, now hard and ready to go.   He didn’t answer verbally, but his intention was clear as he moved forward and Mimi’s airborne foot found a home over his shoulder. Miyako reached out with her power, she could feel it there, the desire to fuck Mimi, and she amplified it. She slowed her ministrations and focused on spreading the pussy. “Right here, just slide it in this wet little fuck hole.”
Iori moved forward, pressing his length against the older girl, using one hand to line himself up as Miyako spread her flower for him, and entered her. It was still kinda surreal to him, he’d not even seen a girl naked before today, and here he was buried in his second cunt, with many more promised to follow. As he began to thrust his hips back and forth he didn’t care it was outside his character he just wanted to enjoy it. Before today he had no inkling sex could feel this good.
As Iori began plowing with all the zeal he could manage, Miyako pushed her head in and assaulted where they joined. She licked both of their sexes, although she focused primarily on Mimi’s clit. The boy needed less stimulation and more aid, but she still licked his shaft and balls occasionally, it was fun to tease.
Mimi laid back and enjoyed the attentions of her two friends, getting hot knowing how much they desired her. She had to admit, before today she never understood why Miyako was so willing to break in virgins, but it was kind of cute. If half the boys were as easily flustered as Iori was, well maybe she should join Miyako more often and help turn some loser’s life around. Who knows what they’d do to pay her back.
The brunette looked down her shaking body, casting her eyes on her two younger friends working her sex. That damned virgin was actually about to make her cum. Of course Miyako was helping, but she wasn’t going to go down so easily, Mimi began to exercise her mussels, attacking Iori in a way he couldn’t comprehend. The boy let out a loud moan as he thrust in deeply, and Miyako took her clit in and sucked on it, doing her best to make Mimi squirt as the boy finished.
The pair of them basked in the bliss, then with a thump Iori fell down on the bed, his legs too weak from the pleasure to support him anymore.
“Maybe I should go get some food. Loverboy’s got to have something that’ll get your energy back in here.” Miyako said standing up, “’We’ll need some lube anyway.”
Iori looked like he wanted to protest, even so he could not stand to stop her. Mimi immediately held the boy down. “Sounds good. Iori and I will have fun here.” she said, sliding down his body. “I’d rather prefer to do this before he takes our asses anyway.” the goddess stopped when her face was eyelevel with his prick and began licking, silencing any opposition, or words in general, the youngest chosen had.
As much as she’d like to stay and watch, Miyako seized the opportunity to exit. They would need a bit more before they could properly continue and make sure this was the best day possible for Iori. She’d also see if she could subtly sneak by Takeru and get him to do something about Iori’s stamina.
She wasn’t stupid, ever since Takeru had ‘accidently’ referenced having powers, that day after the threesome with Meiko, she’d figured it out. Even a boy as popular as him didn’t go from virgin to threesome-with-your-mother in a couple weeks without some ace up his sleeve. It was just that she didn’t care. Miyako couldn’t exactly oppose the idea of using powers for sex, she did it all the time. And Takeru seemed a touch more responsible all things considered, at least she was pretty sure he hadn’t made anyone go crazy yet. Plus, she used her power on him a few times, mostly when fucking, but he was unquestionably open to her machination of getting Iori laid.
So she was happy to let him think himself the devious puppetmaster. She’d just secured living quarters with him, and that would be a good role for now. If she was lucky he would bring her on all sorts of depraved adventures, and to be honest she wasn’t sure there was anything she wouldn’t do for the opportunity.
With a thud Meiko fell back to the floor, to most of the group it appeared to be the shock of her loss, but in truth Hikari’s uncanny ability to control her hopes had landed on the inconvenient end of literal. Jou, ever the doctor’s son, walked up to check on the unconscious girl and ensure no real harm came to her.
Hikari walked over and sat on her lover’s lap, leaning in to plant a chaste kiss on his lips. “I’m so proud of you.” she cooed between light pecks. “That was a very nice thing you did for Iori, and Miyako too.”
“If you say so.” Takeru brushed her off, he still wasn’t sure about forcing Iori into it, but the boy would enjoy the splendors of the female body, and he had really wanted it, otherwise he wouldn’t have agreed in this house. Right?
Hikari placed her forehead against his, “You’re too modest. I love it.” she said “By the way, how is that coming along?” she asked with a deviousness in her voice caught only by Takeru.
“Five for five.” he returned, allowing a trademark smirk.
“Five?”
“Don’t you count?”
“I’d best be number one.” she teased. “I guess that’s pretty good. You won yourself a weekly date night.” she leaned in and began nuzzling her nose against his.
Jou let out a loud cough, he had a few choice words for the couple about proper displays of affection when hosting guests, but refrained from speaking now out of politeness. He was still not entirely impressed about the two living together, having only learned of the relationship a week ago and certain their young love had not lasted for more than three months. Even Jou had not yet moved in with his girlfriend, saving that milestone for after he graduated med school.
“I’m sorry,” said Takeru, “I forgot you two were still here. It’s just that sometimes when I see Hikari, suddenly everything else doesn’t seem that important. Like her smile can block out all the evils of the world. You two are in love, surely you understand.”
Sora rolled her eyes, more willing to be rude than Jou was. All this overly romantic young adult novel one liners were hardly impressive when the couple were supposed to be entertaining guests. While she was glad that Hikari had returned to her senses, that didn’t mean they need to be so damn cliché.
“Sorry, I need to stop looking into Hikari’s eyes.” Takeru said turning the girl around. “Those amber pools could soothe a dragon to sleep. Here,” he lowered the girl, ass first on his massive cock, which was still erect from all the female flesh. She squealed as she felt the think rod penetrate her tightest hole, his size still more than she could believe. “better? You didn’t get to finish from the last show, did you Jou?”
“No, I guess I didn’t” the blue haired boy realized. “That’s good, most people wouldn’t go that far for guests.” he dropped his trousers and began to focus on where Hikari’s ass rolled up and down Takeru’s unlubricated cock.
The redhead had to stop herself from falling over again. This was far less appropriate than over affectionate cuddling, and yet Jou of all people was sitting there jacking it like nothing was happening. And judging by Takeru’s evil smile and Hikari’s energetic actions the pair knew damn well what they were doing. Which left only Sora, a semi-willing spectator to the debauchery the young couple had planned.
Still it wasn’t that different from what the rest of the day had been like. Hell, not ten feet away she could still see her fiancé pounding in and out of his love slave like it was a normal thing to do at a housewarming party for his little brother. She really shouldn’t blame the blond too much, he’d been suckered in to whatever nonsensical rules Takari had placed on this apartment, and it wasn’t like she hadn’t taken advantage of Taichi’s new weakness or set up her own regular adulterous action.
But as her fiancé gave her a polite smile while fucking a mutual friend, she could help but want to scorn him. And here she could do it with no consequences, she could make him a cuckold right here in front of him and he wouldn’t be able to do a thing because of his little brother. He wouldn’t even care later.
Maybe she could understand where the young couple were coming from, just a little bit.
Still unsure of proper etiquette in this perverse palace, she decided it would be best to ask. “Jou, would you like it if I helped? Maybe a quick blowjob?” She’d gotten really good at head, after she blew him just a touch of ‘incentive’ would be enough for him to fuck her.
“I don’t see why not.” Jou replied, formal as ever. How did his girlfriend stand him if he didn’t cut loose even when talking about this stuff? Whatever, if he was just a prop to her that would be enough. She reached out and pressed the heart next to him. Whether that would make him more likely to accept her help or her sex she didn’t care, both led to the same endgame.
The redhead spared a glance at the coupling teens before kneeling in front of her friend, in full view of her fiancé. A hand shot to her pussy, this turned her on far more than watching Takari fuck.
As her tongue began to grace his shaft, Jou had to acknowledge how lucky he was. He was never much of a partier, and had never been to a shindig quite like this; hell before today the only time he’d done anything with a girl other than his beloved was that time Miyako talked them into a threesome. But here it seemed such actions were understood to be part of the entertainment.
Not to mention the hot scene of Hikari bouncing her bubble but up and down a massive cock. She’d had no issue with riding the wonder dick, and had obviously done so before even in her backside. With Hikari’s massive tits, and Takeru’s stellar rod, the young couple looked like something out of a porno, two young hot bods going hot and heavy.
The cries of ‘fuck me’ and ‘I need it’ were kept person neutral, Jou could imagine himself plowing that ass, and did so, until Sora’s impressive oral skills brought his focus back on the wet mouth servicing his cock.
He hadn’t gone soft since the lesbian show Mimi and Hikari put on. Sure, all of the other offers had been toward Iori, but they were still hot and being asked by naked girls. He’d had the sense to stop masturbating, but that just left his balls blue, and now with Sora’s exemplary head he could not last long. “I’m close” he warned but Sora didn’t care, she was confident Takeru arranged to have all unnecessary complications eliminated, instead she focused on making him vocally impressed as she sucked down his semen.
She didn’t stop though, she wanted more than to just suck Jou off. Instead the redhead worked the cock back to hardness. Takeru grabbed Hikari’s hips and mercilessly thrusted up to meet her writhing, fuck-drained body. He’d also been denied release earlier, something he’d have to punish Miyako for later, so felt no shame in painting Hikari’s insides white as her face contorted from the pleasure.
Hikari collapsed onto her hands and knees in front of him, letting her partner’s dick flop out to coat her back with its life blood. “Come and get it master.” she managed between gasps, shaky limbs waving a cum coated rear at Takeru. Her love responded by pushing his chair back and standing up, lining his oversized dick wither her tight pussy and began the process of screwing her to the floor.
The scene, combined with Sora’s skilled mouth was more than enough to get Jou hard again, but once he was capable Sora pulled herself off. She stood a foot away and spread her needy cunt. “Maybe we could find something that helps both of us. I’d like to see just how good your rod can be.” Jou was obtuse at times, but not even he could be that oblivious in this house.
He stood up, and Sora tried to catch Takeru’s eye, hoping for some level of competence here. She didn’t know much of Jou’s love life other than a single embellished tale told by Miyako, his girlfriend was as private as he was. To her dismay Takeru was looking away, focused on his girlfriend’s desire, but she saw Jou clumsily grasp at empty air, before pushing inside her.
It was amazing.
Jou took her hard and brutal in front of her fiancé, and Sora didn’t have to fake the moans that came out of her body. It was way better than she expected, maybe Miyako wasn’t embellishing at all. Jou’s dick was nowhere near as big as Takeru’s but was still skilled in finding all the right spots to make her sing.
In the corner of her eye Sora noted Yamato’s face grimace as he pounded his fucktoy harder. The odd rules of this zone meant he couldn’t really object to watching his fiancé get fucked in front of him, helplessly being made a cuckold in his brother’s house. But right now he couldn’t care less if the most attractive man in the world dominated his fiancé, the house washed any potential fears away,
No, what concerned him was how damn good Jou was at sex. Yamato was the only male chosen who’s crest power did nothing to increase his own sexual fortitude. Koushiro had studied all the proper techniques, Taichi had ‘lucked’ himself into a dick that would not quit, and Takeru had modded his own sexual proficient more than the average Minecraft user.
Now Jou too, it seemed, could have a respectable career as a high class male prostitute, while Yamato was stuck with whatever advice girls too afraid to disappoint him were willing to provide.
It wasn’t quite what Sora was going for, but it still made her insides burn. Yamato Ishida, the rockstar, was finding himself desperately inadequate for her. She reached out and touched the heart, maybe she ought to thank Takari. Being the only other person aware of this situation made her the third manipulator, and it was easy to get what she wanted.
Takeru was now looking up at her as she slammed her hips against the eldest chosen child. He’d gone from the show to the watcher, but didn’t care. Hell he loved the fact that even the one they had the least control over was playing her role spectacularly, it was almost enough to make him cum.
Sora closed her eyes as she met Jou in an open mouthed kiss, his participation proof it didn’t break the rules. Her life was finally turning around in every aspect, career on the rise, money not a problem, sex life fulfilling her darkest desires.
She didn’t notice the second lubed-up cock until in entered her ass.
“Damn Sora, still as tight as first year.” her eyes shot open and looked back to see a brown mop of hair behind her as her best friend propped he up alongside Jou. “Yamato’s out, I don’t why he gets so insistent, you and I both know I can outlast him.”
True enough, Yamato was always the first to pass out in all their threesomes, sex draining his consciousness while the others continued. She missed his jealous eyes, but getting double pumped while her fiancé was sleeping ten feet away did nothing to douse her fire. After all, what would he think when he woke up?
A second bang resonated as Takeru forced Hikari to the floor. She’d smirked up at him as Taichi took his place behind Sora, finally after all these months she’d managed to make Takeru owe her one, and while she owed him one hundred and fifty-seven, she’d get all the mileage out of this she could.
Takeru’s had been so turned on from the smirk he’d drilled her into the floor and wasn’t stopping. More than Sora and her illicit threesome, more than Miyako and her joy of deflowing Iori, he was the big winner today. There was no plan for after lunch, his guests had picked up on the hedonism and ran with it, doing things they would never dream of doing at any party elsewhere.
He saw Miyako stumble upon their scene, stepping over the fallen bodies to ask for lube, and was insinuating Iori could do with a boost. He supposed he could do that. Today was all about giving for the other males after all, from here on out he’d have a plurality on the female Chosen’s attentions.

So I know updates have been slower, initially this ‘Part’ had two more chapters, but I cut them out because they didn’t have any real plot, so that slowed me down. Good news is I have pretty much written from here to the end of the story, so updates should come more frequently.
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