Brighten up the Garden
Chapter Two
Yamanbagiri sat on the bed as the other two washed up in the bathroom. He showered first and sat alone in a night robe; he couldn't hide under his hoodie anymore. He occupied the space Sen and Mutsunokami were intimate in.
He brought multiple condoms and left them beside a bottle of lube on the nightstand, as Mutsunokami instructed. Were they going to go through every contraceptive tonight? Were the two of them capable of marathoning through hours of sex and spent condoms? Yamanbagiri didn't have such stamina. Would he keep up with them or be a disappointment? He didn't dare to look through the table's drawer; he didn't want to know what they hid in there.
"Did you miss us, Ya-chan?" Mutsunokami swung the bedroom door open. He and Sen, wearing night robes, stepped in. Sen wore white stockings. Mutsunokami hopped onto the bed, sending a shake through the mattress. "So, how should we do this? Sen-chan, you got any ideas from porn?"
"Eh?" That slipped out and Yamanbagiri regretted it immediately.
Mutsunokami burst out laughing and fell back on the bed.
"Are you surprised, Ya-chan? Sometimes, we watch stuff or read bara to get in the mood. You're a good lookin' guy - haven't you done that with your partners?"
"No..." Yamanbagiri covered his face with his hands. He couldn't muster the strength to disagree with Mutsunokami's compliment.
"Well, we can try that next time. Sometimes, Sen-chan's cousin sends doujin to us."
"I meant..." Yamanbagiri couldn't let the misunderstanding pass, lest Mutsunokami continue yapping. "I haven't done it...with anyone."
The room was silent. Both Mutsunokami and Sen took a moment to process what he just said. Mutsunokami covered his mouth to muffle his laughter as Yamanbagiri turned beet red. He never put himself out there. Who would want him? He didn't have anything to bring to this arrangement.
"Don't laugh at him, Mu-chan," Sen said.
"I'm not laughin' at him." Mutsunokami sat up. He poked Yamanbagiri's elbow. "It's not a big deal. Sen-chan's used to breakin' virgins in."
"I-I am not!" Sen flushed and turned away from them. "I have only been with you."
"I haven't been with anyone else either. You're goin' to be Ya-chan's first fuck, so you've got a streak."
With his logic, that fact couldn't be disputed. So, where were they going to go from here? His lack of experience was exposed to all of them.
"If you're nervous with women, why don't you have fun with just me?"
What did he say? Mutsunokami's robe was parted and exposed his tanned skin and the curve of toned pecs and abs. He grinned right at Yamanbagiri. He also wanted him. How did both of them feel this way about him?
Yamanbagiri's silence spoke loudly enough; he wasn't ready to take them both, but rather one-on-one. Mutsunokami patted the space between him and Yamanbagiri, inviting Sen to sit. She'd be easier to handle for a first-timer. She and Yamanbagiri needed a moment to sort things out.
Sen sat beside him. Their heat was felt by the other's legs. They were closer than ever before and they were going to go even deeper into each other soon. Yamanbagiri gripped his robe. What could he do to avoid making mistakes?
"Can I call you, 'Ya-chan'?" she said.
"...sure." He wouldn't object, though the fondness was undeserved.
"Would you like to touch me?" Sen wrung her fingers together on her lap. She waited until this moment to test if he had any attraction to her. He had the choice to determine how things would go.
Yamanbagiri agreed to it. Sen's hands were soft and warm when she clasped his. Yamanbagiri's palm and fingers were stiff, but his joints loosened the longer she lingered touching him. He had never felt such tingling warmth. Sen led their hands to her thigh and guided him to open his palm. The covered leg was soft and supple as he rubbed it up and down. This was simple enough. The real challenge lie ahead.
"Squeeze gently, never hard." Sen placed his hand on her breasts. She shuddered as soon as he groped both mounds.
"Am I doing something wrong?"
"K-keep touching me there."
They both groped her bosom as Sen clutched his hands; it kept him in place and urged him to stay. He couldn't cover the generous size of those mounds underneath her robe; he could only cup them as he caressed them in his grasp. Yamanbagiri didn't know breasts were so soft and jiggled with the slightest clutch. Her nipples hardened and poked through the fabric. When his thumb grazed her hard nub, Sen gasped and arched her chest against his palms.
"Did that hurt?"
Sen shook her head and parted her robe. Her bare breasts were big, round, and shapely with cleavage. Yamanbagiri never expected such a beautiful woman would share mutual attraction with him.
"Try suckin' her nipple, Ya-chan." Mutsunokami leaned back on the bedpost and placed his hands behind his head. It was a shame they faced away and he couldn't see them play. They needed to warm each other up before he involved himself.
With Sen's hand on his chin, he leaned forward and sucked her nipple. This contact was skin on skin; the robe no longer posed a barrier. The warmth, softness, the way their bodies tensed with his lips around her nub were intoxicating. He wanted more, to feel more, regardless of if he was worthy to be here or not.
Sen embraced him and whispered by his ear. "You can suck harder. Use your tongue, Ya-chan."
She kept using that nickname - did he really mean that much to her? Sen ran a hand through his short blond hair. It was fluffy to the touch; he hid it for so long under his hoodie, it was a delight she could finally feel it. She also did this when Mutsunokami fondled her. She'd run her fingers through her lover's brown hair and twirl the ends that grew past his neck. Mutsunokami's hair bounced back at her touch, while Yamanbagiri's remained static.
Yamanbagiri switched to her other nipple and sent a shiver of pleasure through her. Sen's free hand rubbed herself between her legs. She applied patience with Yamanbagiri, but she didn't need to go at the same pace.
Mutsunokami snickered. "Can't wait any longer, Sen-chan? If you take too long, she'll rip your clothes off and pounce you."
When Mutsunokami dragged foreplay on for too long, Sen took matters into her own hands. He loved watching her ride his cock and take whatever she wanted from him. His crude comments didn't matter anymore. They were in the middle of sex and there was no shame left to hide.
Yamanbagiri latched off her. Sen panted a little heavier than him as they stared into the other's flushed face. So far, he managed to do the right things.
"Can I join in, Sen-chan?" Mutsunokami cupped Sen's breast from behind. His thumb and index finger squeezed her wet nipple. "Ya-chan's been doin' a good job. Can I make it even better?"
Sen nodded. They all wanted to know what it was like when two sucked her tits. Mutsunokami lifted her mound up, leaned over her shoulder, and sucked the nipple. She gasped at twice the heat and pleasure when Yamanbagiri re-latched onto her - he wanted to give her something too. She gripped the bedsheets, digging her nails into it. Both her lovers bobbed their heads as they sucked her. Mutsunokami smiled at what they did together to get this reaction from her. Things were going better than expected.
"Are we goin' to do this all night, or do other things?" While her breasts could be the sole source of entertainment tonight, they had other choices.
"What do you mean, Mu-chan?"
He slipped his hand between her legs; his digits were a little slicked when they made contact with her folds. Mutsunokami knew how to make her wetter. He pulled her down, so Sen lie on the mattress. He stood by the bed and spread her legs apart.
Mutsunokami stroked her legs. The white stockings were smooth as silk. He kissed her ankle and left more on her calf and knee. He nibbled at the fabric when he reached her inner thigh. Yamanbagiri's future was going to be filled with witnessing outfits that accentuated Sen's bust and behind. The prospect of him and Yamanbagiri teaming up to ravish her in lingerie made him chuckle.
"Mu-chan?" His laughter shook through Sen.
"I'm goin' to get you ready." He knelt by the bedside. "Ya-chan, you want to suck her boobs or watch me?"
Staying on the sidelines for a moment would be a comfort for Yamanbagiri. He had been through so much in one night, though he wanted more later.
Mutsunokami sucked her nub and lapped up the fluids that seeped from her entrance. As his calloused thumb rubbed up, down, and circled her clitoris, Sen's thighs trembled and squeezed the side of his head. The white leggings pressed on his cheeks and brown curls. It was like getting nuzzled by a pillow. Mutsunokami smiled at his progress and moved down to kissing her entrance. Sen covered her mouth and tensed up at Mutsunokami's ministrations.
Yamanbagiri lacked experience, but he must've had something to offer. He leaned towards Sen on the bed. "Ueda-san."
Sen turned to him. Her eyelids tensed and relaxed every time Mutsunokami rubbed her the right way. She tried to give her lovers equal attention no matter the circumstances.
His teal eyes were on her big breasts. He could resume what he had done and what he knew. Or, he could dare to try something new. He raised his hands up and paused.
"What is it, Ya-chan?"
Her long black hair framed her face and waist. The tresses lie about in glossy waves on the bed. It must've taken years to grow out and hours to maintain. Sen reached out and clasped his hand. Their digits entwined together. Her index finger's tip grazed the top of his knuckles. What did he want to do?
Her parted lips swelled a light shade of pink. Despite how quickly their relationship moved, they had yet to kiss each other. Yamanbagiri leaned towards her and paused. The ends of his blond bangs brushed her brow.
Sen knew what he wanted to do. She pulled him towards her and kissed him. All he knew to do was press his lips on hers. This was the beginning for them; one day, they might include their tongues and taste their fluids on the other's mouth. Sen made the occasional muffled gasp as Mutsunokami continued to pleasure her.
Since Yamanbagiri didn't mess up sucking her nipple, he wanted to follow up on it. He reached down and squeezed the hard nub. Her lovers gave different kinds of pleasure to her: one was sudden and rippled from her chest and the other was an unending tremble from her core. Yamanbagiri was slim enough for Sen to wrap an arm around him. Her free hand was on the back of Mutsunokami's head. He smiled as he was pushed closer to her folds and lapped up the juices coming out of her. They were just getting started.
Sen let out a big sigh, breaking her kiss with Yamanbagiri. She lie back as she trembled. Her legs went stiff and Mutsunokami continued sucking and licking her as she came. When her limbs went limp, Mutsunokami stood up and smiled down at the view. Sen and Yamanbagiri snuggled together as she heaved; her breasts and wet nipples rose up and down with each deep breath. Her skin flushed pink where her partners had touched her. Yamanbagiri's teal eyes widened at what happened.
"You never seen a woman climax before?" Mutsunokami's grin glistened with fluids on his chin. "We did that to Sen-chan."
Yamanbagiri covered his face with his hand. He didn't need Mutsunokami watching him right now. He was a mere beginner. Though, things seemed to bode well if they made her come so soon.
"We could do this all night, y'know?" Mutsunokami ran his hand up her belly, between her breasts. The underside of her mounds had a little sweat and her heart beat under his palm. "You can suck her, I can lick her. How does that sound, Sen-chan?"
She shook her head. This wasn't enough. It was never enough for her.
"Huh, what do you want from us?" Mutsunokami's thumb was on her chin and it travelled along her jawline. As he hovered near her, the salty scent of her fluids wafted about. Mutsunokami couldn't be satisfied when taking in details of his partners; he had to feel the warmth they made and taste the aftermath of their coupling. After years of being together, they still found new ways to reach their pleasure. Sen took their relationship where it never went before when she suggested this threesome.
"Ya-chan..." She turned to face him. "Can you put on a condom?"
Yamanbagiri was silent. He wanted more of that body, and she wanted the same thing from him. With mutual trust, they could do anything and go as deep as they desired with each other.
Mutsunokami tossed a packet and bottle of lube beside Yamanbagiri.
"That'll get you started." Mutsunokami snickered and patted Sen's thigh. "If she turned away from you, Ya-chan, would that make you feel better?"
"Yes," Yamanbagiri muttered. If their eyes were off him, he'd be less nervous.
"So, that's settled." Mutsunokami clasped Sen's hands and pulled her up to sit upright on the bed. Her lips were red after smooching Yamanbagiri. Mutsunokami left his own mark by kissing her. Her tangy, thick fluids were on his mouth; she accepted his tongue and the saliva that mingled with her wetness.
Yamanbagiri, with a silent sigh of relief, untied his robe; he was fully erect after everything he saw and did. He opened the wrapper without making a noise, put the condom on, and slicked his dick with lube.
"...is this enough?" He wanted to make sure he prepared himself right.
Sen and Mutsunokami broke their kiss to look at Yamanbagiri. He darted his eyes away from them as his face burned. They both assessed his cock, how the condom fit, and the glistening lube.
"Definitely!" Mutsunokami said. "C'mon, Sen-chan, get in the right position."
"Start slow, Ya-chan." Sen crawled closer to Mutsunokami, who knelt again by the bedside. She was on all four and faced a smiling Mutsunokami. Her hands gripped the edge of the bed. They had waited for this moment since she opened up about trying a threesome. She had doubts about this arrangement working, yet they made it this far together.
Yamanbagiri gulped. His cock ached at the sight before him: white stockings hugged Sen's slender calves and thighs; wherever Mutsunokami left a kiss, wet spots and wrinkles remained. The robe covered her behind, but he could make out the roundness of her rear. Yamanbagiri was left to uncover Sen before taking her; that was the least he could do.
Yamanbagiri made his way to her, lifted the garment up, and put a hand on her hip. No matter where he touched her, she was soft. He guided his cock into her as slow as she said.
Sen rested her forehead on the mattress and shivered as his member entered her.
"A-am I doing it wrong?"
"You okay, Sen-chan?" Mutsunokami squeezed a hand over hers and stroked the back of her head. He always did that to soothe her. New acts were always worth pursuing despite uncertainties. So long as they had each other, they could make this enjoyable.
How could she respond to two lovers at once? Sen raised her head. Mutsunokami's amber eyes were framed by his brown bangs and their noses were close to touching. He was unsmiling and his eyebrows were furrowed. Another man's cock was in her and she burned from all the pleasure she felt before and shuddered contemplating what was going to happen after. They'd continue with these encounters again and again. Setting a limit on their lovemaking was impossible; they'd always find something to push boundaries.
"Shouldn't we continue?" she said.
Mutsunokami burst out laughing. "I knew you could do it! Ya-chan, keep goin'."
Yamanbagiri went with short shallow thrusts. His cock was surrounded by tight heat and each movement was accompanied by a squelch. The longer he stayed in her, the hotter he became and the urge to stay and thrust grew. The small of her back dipped and arched with every stroke. Her face was obscured by her long hair; he didn't know if he was doing this right, so he had to ask.
"I-is this okay?"
"Yes, keep going, Ya-chan." Sen couldn't turn to Yamanbagiri and give him the reassurance he needed, but she would try after this encounter. She'd give him hugs, kisses, and whisper kind words in his ear.
As Sen clutched the mattress' edge, Mutsunokami clasped the back of her hands as she was fucked. For years, she withheld asking for another lover. Mutsunokami was open to trying anything in their sex life, but she thought her latest request had gone too far. And yet, he was here, watching and smirking as she was taken from behind. Sen waited too long to know the pleasure of having two men at once.
She tightened around Yamanbagiri and grinded against his hips. Yamanbagiri responded by thrusting a little quicker. His whole cock was in her deeper than ever before. He had a bolder side to him. This was what she hoped for when he joined this relationship; there was so much they had yet to learn about each other.
"I-I'm going to..." Yamanbagiri's erection was as far in her as it could be; he couldn't resist that heat and only moved his cock back and forth by an inch. His abdomen tensed and his breathing became shallow.
"Do it, Ya-chan," Sen said. Yamanbagiri grinded his hips against hers when he came. Mutsunokami leaned forward and kissed Sen. Different waves of warmth hit her: Yamanbagiri shuddered and a flash of heat seeped throughout her core while Mutsunokami's lips were a soft touch on her face. He smiled the entire time as Yamanbagiri's shivers shook through Sen.
Yamanbagiri slipped his member out and fell back onto the bed, panting. Clear trails of fluid flowed down his member and balls and pooled over his belly. He was never this exhausted after jacking off. He trembled thinking about all the touching, kissing, and fucking. He couldn't walk away from this arrangement now; he wanted to do it again when he regained his strength.
"Not bad for your first time, eh? I felt you both enjoyin' that." Mutsunokami stood up and fetched a condom from the drawer. "You ready for round two, Sen-chan?"
Sen was upright in a seiza position. She was tempted to snuggle next to Yamanbagiri and ensure he was alright. His eyes were closed and mouth parted, like he was sleeping; this was the most serene he'd ever been. He didn't have his guard up and she was glad he had opened up a little, even if it was temporary.
Now, her other lover, her first one, dropped his robe by the nightstand. Mutsunokami revealed his chiseled chest, abs, and toned legs. He slipped the condom on his hard cock and slicked it with lube. The sight of his muscular form pumping his thick dick made her heart quicken; Sen stared at her lap as he returned to the bedside and stood in front of her.
"Mu-chan..." Would she come across as too wanton if she admitted she was ready to make love again? Her body still pulsed all over from being with Yamanbagiri.
"Whatcha bein' shy for?" Mutsunokami's broad shoulders shook as he chuckled. She got fucked by Yamanbagiri in front of him. She didn't need to act so koi. "You worked hard to get Ya-chan here. Why don't you lie down and I can take it from here?"
Sen nodded and Mutsunokami guided her to lie down on the bed. They didn't know what it would feel like to fuck after someone else had taken her, but they would find out now.
Mutsunokami guided his cock inside her. His dick was bigger, thicker, and longer than Yamanbagiri's. Sen tensed up and relaxed as, inch by inch, his member entered her. Her body remembered Mutsunokami's cock was the one it had embraced for years.
"Heh, you missed me bein' inside you?" Of course, Mutsunokami was glad to be here too. Her lower lips and inner thighs gleamed with fluids. The top of her leggings clung to her skin with splotches of lube and clear come. Mutsunokami had to leave his own mark on her somehow. "Hey, Ya-chan, you can relax now. I'll be busy with Sen-chan."
Yamanbagiri lie a foot away as he watched them. He pulled his robe over himself to cover up. Though it was invasive, he wanted to know how they coupled. Was there something he could learn from them?
Mutsunokami spread her legs apart and pressed down on the back of her thighs, so her legs touched her breasts. He thrust his erection back and forth, faster than usual. Since Sen had been fucked, he went straight to what they wanted. Her big breasts bounced with every deep thrust. He snickered; this view was all the more reason to pick up the pace. Every time his cock pumped back and forth, his abs tightened. Each muscle was defined and tensed as he continued to give her his cock. The base of his shaft, abs, balls, and thighs dripped with fluids. Each slap of their hips made a sticky squelch. They only got this wet when they fucked for a long time. With another man here, they could reach this level of pleasure and wetness much more quicker.
"You like this, Sen-chan? I'll make it even better for you." Mutsunokami's thumb rubbed circles on her clitoris and his cock's head angled up at her sweet spot. With both places being teased at the same time, they gasped at the sudden pleasure around his dick. Every time his fingers massaged down on her nub, it sent a pulse of heat up her and Sen tightened around his member repeatedly.
Mutsunokami chuckled at what he did. Did she expect her pleasure was done tonight just because she came twice? Mutsunokami wouldn't settle for anything less than going as far as possible with this.
"Can I keep fuckin' you? You squeezin' my dick like this is goin' to make me come."
Sen looked away from him. She couldn't control how her body reacted when he touched her nub. He knew what would happen.
Mutsunokami snorted. "I like it when you clench, y'know?"
He leaned forward and kissed her rosy cheeks and breasts. He nuzzled her tits. Her cleavage pressed together because of her thighs and made it more deeper than usual. "I'm goin' to keep touchin' you 'til you come again, okay?"
Sen turned to face him. He smiled as the side of his face rested on her breasts. Strands of his brown hair were strewn over her chest. The tip of his tongue slipped out and licked her tits. His touch left a trail of heat and cold saliva wherever it slithered.
She was tempted to ruffle his messy hair and run her fingers through his curls, but her whole being ached on the bed.
"Can you finish this, Mu-chan?"
"Of course I can, but I don't have a clue how to do it." Mutsunokami straightened up. "Can you help me?"
If they wanted to end this right, they had to do it the way it started: with a suggestion filled with suppressed fantasies. Sen clasped Mutsunokami's hands; they were part calloused and smothered with fluids. She guided one to her hips and the other to her lower lips. Between those slicked folds, come trailed down his fingers. Her body told him it wanted everything he could give her and more. Mutsunokami was silent from Sen's desire. His amber eyes could only widen with understanding; since she wanted him so much, he had to oblige her.
Mutsunokami gripped her hip and thrust as deep and fast as he could even as Sen tightened around his cock. This only encouraged him to rub her clitoris with vigour.
Sen thought she was finished with her pleasure, but Mutsunokami proved her wrong. She reached down to join him and their slicked fingers intertwined, competed with one another to rub her nub. When she came, she clutched the bedsheets and arched back. She tightened around his erection and her legs wrapped around his waist to pull his dick as deep as she could in her; she refused to let him get away from her. Memories of Mutsunokami's cock entering her, pumping back and forth, and taking Yamanbagiri before all that flashed through her as her climax came out in waves throughout her.
This was the time for Mutsunokami's peak too. He leaned forward and they embraced each other as they trembled in the love they made. The flex of every muscle in his arms, abs, and thighs were felt against her frame. When it subsided, when that heat disappeared, their heartbeats slowed. Then, they rediscovered breathing. Mutsunokami snickered.
"Mu-chan?" Sen said. His sweaty chest and abdomen clung against her breasts and belly. Each deep breath pressed his hard body on her soft one. Neither of them wanted to let go of the other.
"We finally did it!" Mutsunokami grinned and his chuckle shook throughout his lovers. He turned to Yamanbagiri, who watched them the entire time. Despite being covered up, the bulge in his robe was visible. "When can we try this again?"
Sometimes, bara is sent courtesy of Rinko, Sen's relative. They're related through their mothers, who are maternal first cousins.
