"...sure...," was all he said, as he closed the door to his room and clumsily got her panties down to her knees, until Mashiro cupped his cheeks, leaned down and kissed him. She tumbled forward onto Sorata's warm body, gradually becoming bolder in the way she made out with him, curiously entering his mouth with a tongue here and there.
Mashiro couldn't tell that they both reeked of alcohol. She was making out with Sorata, and that's all that her intoxicated, lust filled mind could understand in that moment. She broke off from the kiss in need of air, and looked down at Sorata hungrily. She was nervous to her very core, blushing both due to the excitement and because of the whiskey she consumed, but that didn't stop her. Mashiro let her primal instincts take control of her body.
Sorata gulped.
"Ma...shi...ro...," Sorata breathed slowly. "Are...we really going to do this...? You think your future self will...be glad that this happened...?"
Mashiro feverishly leaned back down and locked lips with Sorata, knocking away any sense of rationality he might harbor. She moaned in his mouth a sound of pure bliss, something that was built up and contained for a good three months or so.
"...Sorata...," Mashiro whispered, breaking off from the kiss leaving a line of saliva between their mouths. "You know whaat...in that manga...I read...?"
Sorata slowly blinked, feeling a tinge of sadness for Mashiro. As drunk as he may be, deep down he still cared for the girl. And he knew that she wouldn't want her first time to be with someone intoxicated. Or when she's intoxicated herself.
"I read...the girl rides him just. Like. This," she whispered quieter, articulating her sentences with an index finger prodded to his chest. "And then..?"
Mashiro slowly but clumsily unbuttons Sorata's dress shirt. It was stained with various foods from their date, the hotpot, and his sweat.
"Sheee...takes off her lover's shirt..."
Sorata followed her directions, lifting his arms above him to make it easier for Mashiro to remove the shirt.
"Unbuckles his belt.."
Mashiro's red face was now about an inch away from Sorata's groin. She fiddled with the belt buckle, and the metallic clangs were the noise that drew an uninvited guest outside their door.
Aoyama, wearing the watch Sorata gave her, curiously leaned her head on the door.
"...and pulls down his-!"
"M-Mashiro...," Sorata said, sitting up and holding her hands. "...just...listen...hear me out here...kay'?"
Mashiro nodded, slightly annoyed that he ruined the build up and payoff.
"...we're drunk. You're drunk. You sure you don't wanna save...you know. This moment til' you sober up..?," he asked cautiously. Truth be told, he obviously wanted to do it with the girl, but he felt as if he was somehow taking advantage of her.
"Kanda-kun...!," Aoyama thought, her admiration for him growing stronger by the second. "You...you..."
The two looked at one another with half-lidded eyes. But suddenly, Mashiro got off him and stood up.
She quickly undressed herself, throwing the last article of clothing, her bra, off in the corner.
Sorata felt his erection grow harder at the fully naked girl.
"...see?," Mashiro hiccuped. "Sorata-kunnnn...does. Want. Me." She slowly walked over to Sorata's bed and flopped down, revealing every part of herself to Sorata, who was now standing up with a raging erection.
"...here...have your way with me..," she beckoned. "Do what you-"
Mashiro was quickly silenced by a ravenous kiss from Sorata, who was crawled between Mashiro's open legs. The two let out sounds of relief, and even more as Sorata began licking and suckling her neck.
"Ahh!...Mmm...Sorata...Sorata...!," Mashiro moaned lustfully, as he gave her love bites on her neck while sloppily playing with her breasts. "Sorata-"
He built up the foreplay by choosing to continue making out with the beautiful blonde woman, letting their tongues dance around one another rather skillfully. Of course, Aoyama was hearing all this through the paper thin door, ear pressed against it like her life depended on it. She closed her eyes and felt her hand snake its way down her underwear, soaking wet from the lewd sounds she was hearing. She imagined that it was her who was the one moaning, and her who was getting her breasts sucked and fondled by...
"...Kanda-kun...," she moaned. "Kanda-kun..."
Mashiro disregarded all notions of privacy or shame, and simply moaned as loudly as her heart desired. She clutched onto the back of Sorata's head as he sucked on her right nipple, licking and gently biting, while his finger stimulated her other. It was as if Sorata had also lost the last part of him which was sober, and decided to give in to his primal self for a change. See a naked, beautiful, fertile woman. Go at it.
He stopped suckling and leaned back, lower half completely naked as he was pleasuring Mashiro. His throbbing erection in full sight of Mashiro, as her wet vagina was to him. They looked at each other nervously.
"Mashiro Shiina...," Sorata said.
"So...rata...Kanda...," Mashiro mimicked. "...please..."
Sorata nodded. He rubbed his manhood on Mashiro's hairless groin, inciting the two of them to groan and moan at the contact of their most sensitive areas. Sorata was leaking pre-cum like mad, while Mashiro leaked fluids on the sheets in anticipation. She liked it. She liked biting her lip at the initial, hesitant contact of a very horny Sorata, whom she harboured wild fantasies about these past few days. Now it was coming all true.
Her virginity was about to be taken, by the one she loves. Sorata Kanda.
Sorata slowly entered inside Mashiro, inch by inch, letting Mashiro whimper in pain, until their hips were touching. He was now fully inside of her, and he let it sit there for a while before moving, letting Mashiro adjust to this newfound sensation.
It's...in me.
It's really inside of me.
It...hurts...but...
"It...feels...good...," Mashiro unconsciously moaned. "...aahh!.."
Sorata moved back a bit and got even hornier after Mashiro make that cute moan in response. He resisted the urge to ram her as hard as possible, both for the sake of her and because he wanted the moment to last for more than a minute, and began their lovemaking with a slow but steady tempo.
"Ah...ah...So...ra...ta...mmph~!..," she moaned sweetly with each gentle thrust. "I...love...you..."
"...aah...Ma...shi...ro...," Sorata moaned back, looking at her face radiating ecstasy and pleasure. "I...love you...too...!"
With that, Sorata increased the tempo, and there was no hiding it anymore. Not from anyone in Sakurasou. Sorata Kanda and Mashiro Shiina were having sex. Albeit, drunk. Aoyama listened intently at the lewd sounds of wet smacks and the loud moans of pleasure from both Mashiro and Sorata, and as a result increased the tempo to which she was fingering herself.
"Gh..!...Why...do I always end up...not getting laid...!," she muttered angrily as she drilled herself repeatedly with two fingers. "Sorata! Sorata...you know...I'm somewhat drunk...so...it'll be fine..."
In her less than conscious state, she wound up opening the door to their room, giving it a shove and letting the door creeeak open. Aoyama saw them unfazed by the noise, however, and Sorata continued to pound away at Mashiro.
"...hah...they...look like...animals...," Aoyama mumbled tensely to herself. They were illuminated by dim moonlight, and Aoyama slowly walked forward to get a better view. She placed her camcorder on Sorata's desk and hit record. She sat down on the chair, still fascinated by the act and continued to masturbate.
"Mmmm...toned...just...how...I like him...," Aoyama thought as she watched the man rhythmically pound away between Mashiro's legs.
"...Sorata! Don't...don't...stop~! This...feels-ah!"
In response to that, Sorata increased the tempo, letting out a long grunt of pent-up sexual frustration out finally.
"Aaaaahhhh...Ma...Mashiro...I'm...gonna...CUM...!," he yelled out as Mashiro screamed in pleasure. She felt him tense up and shake erratically, shooting buckets of semen wave after wave as he was deep inside of her. Sorata gave one last thrust to get the last of it out, and the two sighed in relief while holding on each other. Mashiro felt her vagina twitch as the last waves of ecstasy rushed over her sweaty body, and-
"Oh," she said. "Deja vu."
Aoyama opened her eyes and locked eye contact with the duo. She was so wrapped up in cumming at the same time as Sorata, that she had to close her eyes and imagine timing it just right. But...this was too much for her. She quickly covered her private area and simply looked away in drunk embarrassment.
"...you...said we should celebrate...right..?," she attempted to justify. "...I can't at least watch?"
Sorata realized that Aoyama would probably trade all her gifts including Mashiro's painting, just to have sex with him at least once.
"Aoyama," Mashiro said, expressionless.
"...yes...?"
Aoyama looked away, in fear that she would get scolded harshly, as if she was a little kid getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar by her mom.
"...wanna...wanna have seeex...?," Mashiro slurred, still high off her orgasm.
"K-Kanda-kun...?," Aoyama called, feeling a bit of her sobering up. She had to double check that she didn't just hear what she wanted to hear.
"You're right, Aoyama..," Sorata said with a drunk smile. "...we should celebrate..."
Sorata slid his still erect penis out of Mashiro and she rolled over in bliss, making a spot for her best friend to take her place.
"Am...Am I dreaming?!," Aoyama thought frantically. "No...this has GOT to be a dream..."
Sorata patted the sweaty spot that Mashiro left for her. "...here...Aoyama...lay down..."
Aoyama, still fully clothed, nervously laid down on the bed and placed her legs between Sorata's.
"I...I can't-"
Aoyama was cut off by Sorata gently grabbing her head while sloppily making out with her. Mashiro observed happily, resting on her side, head propped up by her hand.
"Does...it feel good Aoyama?," Mashiro asked, to which she heard a happy muffled 'mm hm!' from the brunette.
"Aoyama...," Sorata thought. "My God, I've wanted to do that for ages...!"
Aoyama was thinking exactly the same thing, as she grabbed Sorata by the neck and forcefully flipped him over; so that she was on top and he was on bottom. She then continued to hungrily make out with him while she removed her skirt.
She came up for air and stared her prey down.
"Hah...hah...Kanda-kun...," she purred like a sexually aroused cat. "...you've been thinking about what I look like...naked...right?"
He felt his erection throb even harder at the gorgeous brunette on top of him.
"Hmm..?," she grinned with narrowed eyes as she felt his boner between her butt-cheeks. "...guess today's your lucky day...Kanda-kun...~"
She leaned back straight and slowly removed her sweater while making eye contact with Sorata. Next she unbuttoned her frilly long-sleeve shirt, top down, building up the anticipation.
"...hey...hurry up, Aoyama...," Mashiro said, resting her head on her bicep but still laser focused on each button undone.
She threw the shirt away, leaving her on top of Sorata with nothing but a pink bra and panties. But before she could undo them herself, she was quickly ravaged by both Mashiro and Sorata who both lunged at her and pinned her to the bed with their body weight. Sorata smugly looked Aoyama in the eyes before undoing her bra, letting her D cups fall freely, unshackled by the fabric. Mashiro also slid her panties down and opened her long, slender legs, exploring Aoyama's private part in great detail.
"It looks like mine...," she muttered before giving it a curious lick.
Aoyama was being pleasured on two of her most delicate parts: her breasts were being licked and fondled by Sorata, while Mashiro licked around her vagina like it was ice-cream, causing Aoyama to gasp and moan with every wet lick.
"O-Oh my God...," she moaned blissfully. "I'm...dreamin'...r-right? Ah~! Yes...keeping licking it Kanda-kun..."
Sorata made moans of satisfaction, mouth covered with Aoyama's sweaty breast.
"Mmmm...mmm...," he let out as he licked and gently nibbled on her nipple.
Aoyamaaa's...feeling...good...
That makes me feel good...
Mashiro remembered the time when she had pleasured herself with Aoyama watching; the time when she had accidentally curved her fingers up as she was inside herself which sent waves of euphoria throughout her body, and all her muscles to tense up. She wanted to make Aoyama feel good too.
"M-Mashiro!," Aoyama gasped as she slide a finger inside her. "W-W-What're you'-"
Mashiro curved her finger and began searching for her G-spot, gently rubbing against her warm and moist walls.
"AAH~!," Aoyama screamed in pleasure. "Ma-Mashiro...~!"
Both Mashiro and Aoyama's sounds of lovemaking drew some curious guests outside their open door. Jin, Misaki and Sensei were looking at the three unabashed.
"...hot..," Sensei muttered, eliciting an undecipherable look from the married couple.
"This...wasn't what I had in mind...," Jin said. "When I said focus on other things..."
"...should we do something?," Misaki asked quietly, looking through the cracks of her hands which were covering her face.
"Sensei!," Jin scolded, and she quickly snapped out of her trance. "S-Sorry. Yeah, let's leave em' be. Live and let loose or whatever."
With that they slowly closed the door, and the three had switched positions. Sorata was on his back, eating out Mashiro who was sitting on his face, while Aoyama rode her best friend's cock enthusiastically. She pulled her hair band out, leaving her shiny, brown mane to flow freely and bounce up and down as she rode. Mashiro was aroused at the sight of the beautiful brunette riding like it's her last day on earth, and couldn't stop her hands from fondling her bouncing breasts.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!..," Aoyama panted each time she impaled herself with Sorata's erect manhood. She opened her eyes and noticed Mashiro playing with her large breasts, and placed her hands on Mashiro's, which signalled to her that she didn't want her to stop.
"A-Aoyama," Mashiro cooed as Sorata pulled her down to taste more of her. "...are you going to cum?"
Aoyama bit her hand and nodded furiously, trying to suppress her increasingly loud moans of pleasure. They began getting shorter and higher pitched, indicating that she was about to climax. Mashiro placed her hands on her shoulders and pressed her down hard on Sortata's cock, and she suddenly went quiet, twitching and convulsing rhythmically. Her tongue was flopped out of her agape mouth and her eyes rolled up, in a classic 'ahegao' expression one makes during climax.
After ten seconds of pure ecstasy, she finally exhaled a breath of relief, letting her body relax and fall onto Mashiro, who had also climaxed onto Sorata's face at the same time. The two crumbled over, letting their bodies limp on one another, considering there wasn't enough space on Sorata's bed for two people, let alone three. Mashiro held Aoyama and Sorata's hand as the trio were huffing and panting tiredly, and they slowly drifted off into slumber.
