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Happy Birthday, Cheren.	By : megadeth425 Category: Pokemon > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6061 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As Cheren and Bianca switch their places, Cheren slipping between the two smiling brunettes and Bianca climbing into N's lap with eagerness only alcohol could provide, he wants to be sarcastic. He really, really does. The presence of hands on his arms, slipping to his wrists and tugging on him makes him want to verbally pull away, make some smartass remark about orgy etiquette. It's what he does when faced with the slightest of doubt, and he'd say there's a lot of that going through his head. But then Hilbert starts making out with him and Hilda's got her hold on his wrist still and is trying to get his hand between her legs, and his nerves light up with excitement. The alcohol keeps him swaying, his mind torn between the stubborn fear of what could happen if they go far with this, and the idea of having two boyfriends and two girlfriends. It sounds good. Fuck, it sounds amazing; a great solution to their problems and an exciting new frontier.
Before his mind can fully swing back to the “maybe we should talk about this” side, Hilda's tongue flicks against his ear and sends a shudder down his spine. Hilbert has a hand in his hair and he's very clearly venting years of pent up attraction toward the gym leader by kissing the fuck out of him. Having sex on the chair with N was a new experience, but it could have happened without all the madness occurring on the couch. Having Hilda and Hilbert both on him at the same time is harder to explain away, and the realization that he is indeed having group sex is now a stark, unavoidable truth.
“Stop thinking,” Hilda whispers as her teeth rub against his earlobe, teasing it with the threat of a bite. Her voice is different, something lustier and more enticing. With Cheren's eyes firmly on the brown-haired boy who's eager to push their bodies up together and shove his tongue down his throat, her voice sounds so strange he's barely sure the tomboy who used to punch him in the arm when they were six is even the one beside him. But then she finally gets his hand between her legs, and those toned, strong thighs that have always fascinated him more than a little tease tightening down, and he knows for certain it's her.
With Hilbert's cock rubbing against his thigh and Hilda's pussy so eager she's leaking down onto his fingers before they've even made contact with her slit, it's hard to worry about anything, and soon Cheren is right back to being eager. A mixture of alcohol and lust push away all concerns and let him for once in his fucking life just live in the moment. He takes a chance, reaching his other hand between his own legs to where Hilbert's aching shaft drools precum and grabs hold of it just as his fingers on the other hand reach upward and slip deep into Hilda. Both of them gasp nearly in unison out of surprise; neither expected him to take initiative.
Hilda greedily pulls Cheren from Hilbert's lips and replaces them with her own, kissing him even hungrier than her boyfriend had. Despite her fire, it's not the possessiveness of N and his bizarre understanding of their relationship as some kind of pack; she doesn't want to own him, just assert her dominance over him. Hilbert sighs audibly and takes Cheren's other ear, though he doesn't have the patience to tease it and sets out nibbling pretty intently from the start. They both start to rock against his hands in a messy, unsynchronized pace that would take him out of it if the whole thing wasn't so damn hot. Then, to top it off, Hilbert grabs his cock and Hilda's fingers run across his balls, and suddenly Cheren feels like he's died and gone to heaven.
Bianca still isn't quite over sharing shots with another, and as she sits slumped in N's lap with her breasts squished against his chest, she forgoes the glass altogether by just clumsily pouring the alcohol into his mouth. Tipsiness make Bianca even more physical than she is normal, her hand refusing to keep to itself as it tries to just feel N all over. His body isn't like Cheren's, which she's used to. It's firmer. Stronger. The tactile sensations are all wrong, and her inebriated brain is telling her that she's not touching Cheren, because she's taking the longest out of anyone for her head to catch up to this all, especially with her head abuzz over the fact she made out with Hilda.
Having alcohol poured down his throat by a beautiful woman makes N think briefly about how life would have been as “king”, and realizes that the love of his human friends means more than dominion over Unova ever could have. He snaps back to reality as her hand drifts down to grasp his cock, a sensation that the sheer surprise of makes his thighs clench. Her technique is quick and clumsy, and she's got a mouthful of liquor that she tries to slowly drool into his mouth only to giggle and lose it all as it falls onto his face. He's a fairly happy drunk and the giggling blonde laughing so close to his face helps keep him in good spirits, her smile is infectious.
He's still at least sober enough to know that he needs to get the whiskey away from Bianca. He gently takes it from her, putting it onto the table beside the chair, and then taking her hand by the wrist to place it onto his hip, where it won't get into any trouble. She seems to not care too much about the drink once she has another hand on him, resuming the feeling up of his firm body eagerly. Once his surprisingly thick, strong fingers push into her folds, alcohol is a distant priority for her, all her focus falling on bouncing atop his fingers and trying to match the pace with her handjob.
"Was this all a part of your plan?" Cheren groans, head rolled back as he's subjected to something so twisted he'd never even thought of it. In front of him, Hilda kneels down, hand at the base pumping furiously as her tongue proves its incredible skill by lapping eagerly at his tip. She looks just as hot as Cheren's most ludicrous of fantasies had painted her out to be, swaying on the floor and looking up at him with a lusty smile as she gives him the blowjob he's always imagined getting.
Behind him, Hilbert's hands squeeze his ass, pulling the cheeks open and exposing ground Cheren had never experimented with before, naturally making the black-haired trainer a little antsy about it, even knowing full well what he's doing. "A little bit. Nobody planned anything, but N seems to love when we do this to him, so we figured you would too." Without another word he pushes his head forward and takes a quick, experimental lick up Cheren's crack.
The gym leader shudders and twists, but before he can tell Hilbert to back off there is another, and then another, and then the tip of his childhood friend's tongue is circling his pucker like a predator looking for an opening on his prey. A whine forms that can't even get up Cheren's wind pipe, and as if sensing his vulnerability Hilda pushes on deeper. He can feel himself enter her throat, and the timing with which Hilbert only a second later pushes in to pierce his pucker entirely leaves him wondering if they had some secret method of communication.
Wincing and biting his lip, Cheren finds their dual assault to be the worst thing of the night so far. Between Hilda's eager blowjob, where it's readily apparent the girl loving giving head, and Hilbert showing Cheren the magic of rimjobs, he can't contain himself. Moans start to run freely, hands end up finding heads of brown hair to hold and thread fingers through, and he embraces wholeheartedly the entire mess they're selling him. If these sorts of pleasures await him nightly, his mind is done trying to fight it out of some misguided fear. He's going to throw himself headfirst into this polyamorous train wreck whether it works out or not.
Over on the chair, the hippie and the eager science intern escalate. Bianca is no longer seated on his lap, but full-on in his lap, his cock buried inside of her as she bounces excitedly, moaning and shoving her ample breasts into his face. N seems a little confused by exactly what to do with them, only used to Hilda's rather small chest, but does his best to grope and kiss and suck whenever she stays still long enough for his mouth to latch onto something. Even when she isn't willing to be still, the grinding of her soft flesh into his face isn't something he can complain about in the least.
His hands squeeze at her plump ass, fingers digging into it as he yet again can't help but compare it to the firmer, more muscular asses of his lovers, not have nearly as much give. She has plenty of give, and he even delivers a few swats just to feel it juggle, which only makes her moan quite loudly. She's a completely different experience, and one N throws himself wholeheartedly into experiencing, since barring any disaster she'll soon be his second girlfriend. While Cheren seems a fairly direct book to read, Bianca is a little harder for him to get a handle on, and N takes learning his "friends" very seriously.
"Just like that," Bianca says too loudly, slurring her words rather heavily as her head rolls from side to side. It surprises her that she's able to keep bouncing on N's cock quite as well as she is given her level of inebriation, but she might well be overestimating how well she really is performing. After all, she can hazily remember a time when she got so drunk after a wine tasting that she accidentally got Cheren in "the wrong hole" several times in one night. Still, N seems to be moaning quite loudly into her breasts, so she has to be doing something right. Or he's just as gone as she is.
The most noticeable thing about Bianca, from the first time N met her, is her infectious joy. Her bright outlook on life just brightens everything around her, and he can't help but feel happier with her in his lap, not only because a curvy girl on his dick is the sort of thing that's lighting up every impulse he has, but because her smile is so warm and her every touch is so eager. Of course, she's also lighting up his impulses, and his feral senses are taking over. Not to the degree Cheren triggered them, especially with Bianca as such a gentle creature in his lap, but his lips still seize one of her breasts and suck firmly on it, as if hoping to gently assert himself. It's a gesture lost on the drunk girl, who just moans louder.
Cheren's trying hard to keep upright. Hilda's all the way down his cock, lips pushing against his base as she grips his thighs tightly, nails digging firmly in as if telling Cheren that even if she's got his dick down her throat he knows damn well who's in charge. And she's correct. Hilbert's not too concerned about delivering any messages, just snickering as he eats out Cheren's ass and grips his girlfriend's shoulders, as if trying to use her to pull himself in further. It would be a kind gesture if both weren't just out to make him squirm, and squirm he does.
Hilbert's tongue slithers deep inside of him, seemingly knowing just where to assault for maximum effect. It laps at the flesh covering his prostate, and the continued attention leaves him hanging on desperately. He doesn't want to blow, no matter how amazingly skilled Hilda's mouth is, no matter how much she's moaning around his cock, no matter how much he wants nothing more than to cum right down her throat and satisfy so many early teenage fantasies. That's what they want, and he knows teasing will ensue.
As she bounces faster in N's lap, Bianca's moans grow feverish and louder. She has his lips against hers, hoping to muffle her noises in his lips as he gives her a hungry, feral kiss that sets her mind alight. Their sloppy make-out session does little to mute her moans as her lips refuse to stay locked against his, and they spill out eagerly. N does nothing to stop it, as he enjoys the way she sounds, and the fact that it's him drawing such adorable noises out of her.
Bianca cums first, squealing loudly as her orgasm washes over her. Her bounces grow into more frantic, shallow jumps as she rides him hurriedly through her release. She trembles and makes a great deal of noise with no care for how loud she is. All the times with Cheren, needing to keep quiet, are over, and she lets it all out. No more being quiet lest their roommates hear. If they're all together, she can be as loud as she wants! It's thinking certainly motivated by liquor, but in that moment all she cares about is holding tightly onto her new boyfriend's arms and vocally enjoying her release. The spasming, slick folds around N's cock do him in soon after, and he shudders as his fingers dig into her ass one last time and he cums inside of her, joining her in the noise as he seeks the liberation of wild, inhibitionless release.
It's the primal cries of pleasure that do Cheren in. His intense focus drowns out the physical pleasures of Hilda slurping on his cock and Hilbert tonguefucking his ass, but he can't handle Bianca and N's cries of total bliss. He gasps and shudders, cock throbbing as he strikes Hilda totally by surprise, spurting cum down her throat without any warning. The brunette's eyes go wide, and she quickly pulls her head away, catching the last few spurts into her mouth. He doesn't have some mind-blowing release, occupying too weird a place in his sobriety to lose himself to sensation, and too tightly wound to let the physical side solely take over, but fuck is it one of the best he's had in a very long time.
“Fuck,” he says breathlessly, collapsing onto the couch and looking at the two brown-haired trainers, their wicked grins only bigger than before. Then over to the chair, where Bianca and N are looking to him hopefully. Everyone's riding on his call, as if the agreement to figure it all out when the night is through has broken down. He's on the spot, and all he can blurt out is a heavily panted, “We'll do this. For real. The five of us, together. After tonight. Until this inevitably goes up in flames in some fantastical, life-ruining me--”
As if knowing Cheren's agreement to go at it as one big polyamorous mess was going to be followed up with sarcasm, Hilda springs up to him, pushing her lips into his. Cheren stops talking immediately, assuming it's a sweet gesture of restrained emotions held back since childhood, that she kisses him the way she wanted to for years.
At least, until her tongue pushes into his mouth, carrying with it a mouthful of salty, slimy--oh goddammit. Cheren's eyes go wide as Hilda spits his cum back into his mouth, clearly intent on taking him down a peg. And it might have any other night, but the earlier advice about taking the stick out of his ass... He has to lighten up, and accepting the five-way love is a good first step. So instead, he kisses Hilda deeper, until she pulls away in surprise.
“You took that really well, Cheryl,” she remarks, wiping her face. Hilbert leans in as well, head tilted in confusion. N and Bianca are already back to fondling each other.
Instead of a sarcastic remark, Cheren just laughs, grabbing Hilbert and tugging him in for a kiss, and swaps the cum into his boyfriend's mouth.
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