The trio took a taxi home from the restaurant, Masaru sitting up front with the driver, while Mitsuki and Inko sat in the back. The entire trip, Mitsuki complimented Inko on her looks, stole feather light touches on her skin, and stroked her cheek.
At one point, Mitsuki softly asked if they could kiss. Inko blushed bright red, but nodded, and leaned in. Soft lips pressed against hers. Inko allowed herself to relax and enjoy the sensations rushing through her brain. Mitsuki's hand reached behind Inko's head, increasing the pressure, and Inko let out a small moan.
Inko just felt the tip of Mitsuki's tongue probing at her lips, when the taxi swerved suddenly; an oncoming car honking angrily as it drove past. The driver had been watching them in the rearview mirror, rather than the road. Mitsuki screamed obscenities at him while Masaru laughed. Inko, too, was disappointed that the mood had temporarily been broken. Though she hid a laugh as Mitsuki ranted for a good five minutes, not once repeating a curse word. In the end, the driver promised to waive his fee for the ride.
Mitsuki had just calmed down and was just about to lean in to try to set the mood with another kiss when the taxi came to a stop in front of their destination: the Bakugo family home. Masaru quickly jumped out, and ran to open the door for the ladies, offering a hand up to Inko as she exited.
Inko stared up at the home nervously. Sure, she'd just been there earlier in the evening to raid Mitsuki's closet, but that had been for a rather benign reason. Now she was here to get naked… to have sex!
She rubbed her thighs together unconsciously and licked her suddenly dry lips. Her heart was racing, though she couldn't quite tell if it was from nerves or from excitement.
Mitsuki came up behind her, and put her arm around Inko's shoulders, giving her an affectionate squeeze. "Well?" she asked, slightly giddy herself. "Are you ready?"
Inko let out a noise that was half giggle, half choking gasp as she tried to get a grip on herself.
Mitsuki's expression instantly changed to worry. "Hey, if you're having second thoughts, that's not a problem," she said, reassuringly. "Masaru will call for a different cab!" she called over her shoulder at the cabbie who was still parked on the curb, "and we'll make sure you make it home safely. You can even keep the dress."
Inko smiled in thanks. She took a deep breath, in through her nose, and out through her mouth. "No," she said, shaking her head. "No, I've had a lovely time all night, and I don't want it to end yet. It's just so… overwhelming! I've never done anything like this before!"
Mitsuki relaxed, patting Inko's shoulder. She linked their arms, and started to lead Inko into her home, Masaru following them in. "I get it," she replied. "The first time we did this with another person, I was a complete wreck. Masaru had to stop me from drinking too much and completely ruining the evening."
Inko blinked in surprise. She didn't think she'd ever seen Mitsuki as anything other than supremely confident in whatever it was she was doing. "What happened?" she asked.
Mitsuki winced. "I'll tell you another time," she promised. "Don't want to spoil the mood for tonight. Let's just say that was the last time we saw that couple. But, the evening was still extremely fun and exciting, so we tried with someone else. And then another couple. And then a single woman. And then…" she trailed off.
A pleasurable shudder raced up Inko's spine as images of Mitsuki with another woman raced through her mind. She reached her arm around Mitsuki's waist, returning the side hug with a squeeze. "I'll be fine," she said, reassuring both herself and her friend.
Mitsuki grinned at her, then led her friend inside.
Inko quickly found herself back in the Bakugos' bedroom. Mitsuki left her sitting on the bed, before wandering over to her husband who was standing in the doorway, and giving him a peck on the cheek. "You and I got to play a little in the cab," she said with a wink. "Why don't you and Masaru get to know each other, while I go get some refreshments?" She wiggled her fingers in a goodbye wave, before disappearing out the door.
Masaru smiled warmly at Inko. He wandered over to the closet, removing his suit jacket and hanging it up. "Nervous?" he asked gently.
Inko blushed, and looked down at her fingers in her lap. "A little," she admitted. "I'm still having a hard time believing this is all real."
Masaru smiled warmly at her. He walked over, and gestured to the spot next to her on the bed. "Mind if I sit?" he asked.
Inko nodded. She was about to scootch down to make room, but remembered that the whole point of this evening was to get closer to each other. It wouldn't do to run away…
Masaru sat gently, but close enough to Inko that their knees touched. "Is there anything I can say or do to help you relax?" he asked. Inko merely shrugged her shoulders, her eyes studying her fingers. "What if I tell you what our rules are? So that you know what to expect."
Inko looked up. "Rules?"
"Of course! If you don't have rules, then someone is going to do something to ruin the evening." said Masaru. He started to count off on his fingers. "Rule number one: The men wear condoms when inside women who aren't their partners. No exceptions."
Inko let out a little sigh of relief. It had been a long time since she had a sexual partner who wasn't her husband, and she was honestly a little afraid that Masaru would try to pressure her to say it was ok to go without one behind Mitsuki's back. She had one or two exes in her past that tried to rush going bare with her. They hadn't lasted long. She looked up and smiled her ascent.
"Rule number two:" continued Masaru. "Explicit permission will be granted before anything new happens." Masaru nudged her with his elbow. "That goes both ways, by the way. Mitsuki and I are very firm about consent."
Inko chuckled. "I promise to ask first before I do anything naughty," she swore.
Masaru smiled, glad to see her relax a bit. "And rule number three: Because all of this is a new experience for you, you are in the driver's seat tonight. If you want to just watch Mitsuki and I, that's fine. If you only want to play with her, that's fine too." He gestured to a lounge chair in the corner of the room. It was big, puffy, covered in leather, and had a small end table and lamp next to it. "That chair is mighty comfy, and I enjoy watching Mitsuki with another woman. Or I can leave you two alone, and go watch TV downstairs if you prefer!"
Inko shook her head. "No, that won't be necessary," she said. Then, feeling bold, she took his hand in hers. "I think I would like to be with both of you tonight."
Masaru smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. "I'm happy to hear it." Then he held up their clasped hands, his expression turning teasing. "You didn't ask permission to take my hand, though!"
Inko laughed aloud, immediately letting go. "Oh! I'm terribly sorry! May I please take your hand?"
"I don't know…" Masaru put his free hand on his chin. "Handholding is rather lewd…"
Inko laughed again.
Masaru joined in the laughter. "Yes, Inko. You may hold my hand," he said, taking hers once more. "In fact, please take my blanket permission to touch me anywhere."
Inko smiled shyly, brushing a lock of hair behind her ear. "Um… like here?" She put a hand on his lap. Masaru nodded. "How about here?" Her other hand touched him on his chest. Once more, Masaru nodded.
Inko's breath started to come faster, deeper as she stared up at the man. Under her hand, she could feel his heartbeat start to speed up as well. She swallowed hard. "I would like to kiss you now," she said, barely above a whisper. "And I would like you to hold me while we do." Achingly slowly and without a word, Masaru put an arm around Inko's back while his other hand came up to cup her cheek. He leaned over, and their lips met.
Inko absolutely melted into the kiss, a soft moan escaping her throat. The fires that had begun to burn inside of her while she was kissing Mitsuki in the cab started to stir once more. Even from their seated position, Masaru was taller than her. With his arms wrapped around her, Inko felt absolutely enveloped by the man. An involuntary shudder of pleasure raced down her spine at the thought, and she ached for more.
She broke off the kiss, but didn't pull away. The hand that was on his lap moved inward, her fingers groping him over his pants. "Still ok?" she asked, not wanting to break Rule Two again.
A small groan passed Masaru's lips, making his mustache twitch. "Of course," he reassured her. "Anywhere you like." He brought up his free hand to her chest, mere centimeters away. "May I?"
Inko nodded almost desperately, then gasped as his hand touched her breast, gently squeezing and massaging her. She leaned back up, and resumed making out with him.
They continued like that, kissing and groping for a while. Masaru's tongue gently probed at her mouth, and she eagerly allowed access, her own tongue flicking against his. Inko could tell he was fully erect inside his pants, and he seemed content to just let her keep groping him until he made a mess in his underwear, but that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to see it. She wanted to…
Again she broke the kiss, but this time she pulled back. She made sure to give him her sultriest smile though, reassuring him that more was to come. She turned her back, then looked over her shoulder. "Unzip me?"
Masaru's smile could have lit up half of Tokyo. Slowly, he reached up and grabbed the tab of the zipper on the back of her dress. As he dragged the fastener down, he laid gentle kisses along her spine as it was exposed to the air.
Inko shivered under his ministrations, her thighs clenching, her teeth grinding. When she was half unzipped, she pulled away, standing up. She stood there for a moment, collecting what little she could of her composure by taking deep breaths, while she ran a finger along the top of the dress to release the tape she'd applied at the start of the night. Finally, she turned to face him, and pulled the top of her dress down.
Masaru inhaled sharply as her breasts came into view. They were perky and firm, topped with pale pink nipples that stood out proudly from her chest. "Wow," he said softly.
Inko blushed darkly. "'Wow?'" she asked. "I bet you say that to all the girls. Besides, Mitsuki's are bigger…"
Masaru shook his head. "Doesn't matter. Wow."
He started to stand, aching to come over to her to touch her, but she held up a hand and shook her head. "You unzipped me," Inko said. "I would like to return the favor."
Masaru smiled. Mitsuki always said he was too eager, and his wife was usually right. This was clearly the better idea. "Of course," he said, as he leaned back onto his hands. "Please do."
Inko dropped to her knees in front of him, sitting seiza as her hands worked his belt, then began to undo his fly. Once loosened, he lifted up off of the bed slightly, allowing her to grab the waistband of both his pants and boxer briefs, and pull them down his legs. She gasped as his cock was exposed to the air. It was about the same length as her husband's, but it was so thick! Remembering she had blanket permission, she reached up, and gently grabbed onto it. Her fingers didn't even touch when she wrapped them around. "Wow," she said.
"I know, right? It's fucking delicious too."
Inko gasped, letting go of the magnificent penis in front of her, her head whipping around in the direction of the voice, only to find Mitsuki was sitting in the chair Masaru had pointed out previously. Sometime since Inko and Masaru had started up, she'd walked into the room, removed her dress, and sat down on the chair wearing nothing but a black thong. One hand was lewdly jammed into her panties, stroking herself, while her other gripped at a breast. She grinned ferally at Inko. "Well don't let me stop you," she said. "Give it a taste!"
"Mitsuki," Masaru said in a warning tone. "Rule One."
Mitsuki sighed. "Yes, I know." She sat up on the chair, leaning forward to address Inko. "I wouldn't blame you if you just didn't bother with the blowjob; I hate the taste of latex. On the other hand," she pulled out the drawer on the end table next to her, and started to rummage inside of it, "I do have some flavored condoms in here. Do you prefer cherry, grape, or green tea?"
Inko was speechless. Here was this gorgeous woman, sitting there, playing with herself in front of her. She wanted to join in. She wanted to crawl over to the chair, and insert herself between Mitsuki's legs, and… Well she wasn't sure exactly what next since she'd never gotten past second base with a woman before, but she was sure she'd think of something.
Mitsuki must have read her mind, because she bit her lower lip, the hand on her breast squeezing tightly. "Yeah? You can have me too," she said seductively, her fingers in her panties moving lewdly. "But you should really take care of poor Masaru first. That boner does not look comfortable."
Inko turned back to Masaru. Right. Getting him going like that and not finishing the job would just be rude. She grabbed his cock again, stroking it. "I… I agree with Mitsuki, I don't enjoy the taste of latex," she said apologetically.
"Just blow him without!" called Mitsuki. "I make him drink pineapple juice with his breakfast every morning!"
"Mitsuki," Masaru said warningly.
Inko shook her head. "It's fine. I would love to have you inside me, but…" She stood, and moved to sit on the bed. "I'm not quite ready yet myself, do you think you could get me there?"
Masaru smiled. "Yes, I think that can be arranged." He motioned for her to lie down. "May I remove your underwear?"
Inko shuddered as she lay down on the bed. This was really happening! "Yes," she said clearly.
Masaru kicked off his pants and underwear, before joining her on the bed. She couldn't help but watch his dick hang heavily below him as he crawled up the mattress to her. Finally, he pushed the dress up over her hips, bunching it up around her middle. He grabbed the sides of her thong, and gently pulled it down her legs. "May I touch you?" Masaru asked softly.
Inko swallowed around a lump that had formed in her throat. "Yes!"
Masaru slowly, achingly slowly dragged his hands back up her legs sending shivers down every nerve. Inko had to clench her teeth to keep from squirming under his touch. She held her breath in anticipation of his fingers directly on her, when he suddenly reversed course, and made his way back down her thighs instead. Inko blew out her breath, hoping she didn't sound too frustrated.
"Oh ho! Are you doing that?" came the voice from the peanut gallery.
Inko lifted her head to look down her body. "Doing what?" she asked.
Masaru looked up with a grin, but said nothing.
"Trust me Darling," called Mitsuki, "you're going to love it."
Inko was about to ask exactly what she meant by that, when Masaru's hands started to make their way back up her legs, his fingers tracing random patterns as they went. Once again, she anticipated direct touch, and even spread her legs wider for him, only to feel frustration when he backed off.
Again and again, Masaru ran his hands over her legs and inner thighs. Her muscles twitched and jumped from overstimulation. Every so often his finger or thumb would brush in the cleft where her leg met her pubic mound, but he'd immediately turn back without so much as touching her lips directly.
Inko squirmed under his ministrations, gasping and moaning gently at his touch. It was obvious what he was doing: he was building her up slowly before they got to the main event, but she didn't appreciate the frustration; She'd already had too many years of that with her husband. "Please," she groaned out. "Please touch me!"
A weight suddenly settled on the bed behind her. Inko opened her eyes to see Mitsuki leaning over her, the other woman's breasts hanging down in her face. "Are you sure?" she purred. "I promise you the wait is worth it if you let him build you up longer."
Inko groaned in frustration as just the very tip of one of Masaru's fingers brushed against her outer lips. "I have already been waiting over a year," she moaned. "Please."
Mitsuki chuckled, patting Inko on the cheek. She looked up along Inko's body at her husband. "You heard her," she said. "Rock her world!" She then looked down again, and winked.
Inko was about to ask what the wink was about when Masaru shifted, wrapping his arms around her thighs, and dove face first into her crotch. The sensations of his mustache, mouth, and tongue on her pussy made her see white. She lost control of her voice, moaning lewdly, much louder than she expected. She slapped a hand over her mouth, embarrassed by the noises she was making, only for her wrist to be grabbed. Her hand was ripped away from her mouth and pinned to the bed. She tried the other hand, only for it to be met with the same fate.
"Don't you dare cover those lovely noises, Darling," Mitsuki admonished from above, her voice dripping with lust. "There are no neighbors on the other side of that wall, there are no kids in the house, there's nobody to disturb." She smiled saucily. "Besides, both Masaru and I find your cries incredibly sexy."
Inko lifted her head to see Masaru giving her a thumbs up, before he dove back in and she lost control of her voice again. She struggled to cover her mouth again, but Mitsuki still had both wrists in an iron grip
Inko opened her eyes, and saw the Cheshire grin on her friend's face as another moan was pulled from her throat by the expert mimsotratioms of her husband. Well, she did owe Mitsuki a "thank you" for helping her have her first orgasm in forever that wasn't brought on by her own fingers…
Mitsuki suddenly felt a force on the back of her head, pushing her down. Her grin melted, only to appear on Inko's face instead. "Did I never tell you about my quirk?" Inko asked as she drew Mitsuki's head down. "I can pull small objects towards me. Like your head."
Mitsuki grinned as she realized what was happening, and allowed herself to be drawn down. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, and Inko allowed herself to moan into Mitsuki's mouth.
Inko was in heaven. The combination of stimuli from two different people was electric; pleasure flowing from one end of her body to the other. Mitsuki released her hands and started playing with her breasts. Masaru applied suction to her clit while sliding two fingers inside of her; working over her g-spot with a "come hither" motion. She had never even dreamed that anything like this would ever happen to her, and this was just the first course!
She moaned into Mitsuki's mouth as another orgasm struck, and felt a little guilty. Surely they weren't just going to pleasure her all night, right? She shouldn't be so greedy. She released her hold on Mitsuki's head, and broke the kiss. "I want—mmmmpf!" Masaru started rolling his tongue around her clit once more, rudely interrupting her train of thought with another wave of pleasure. "I want to taste you," she finally managed to tell Mitsuki. She lifted her head, looking down at her other lover. "And I'm so ready for something more than just your fingers."
The Bakugos shared a look, both grinning excitedly at the other. Mitsuki looked back at Inko. "How do you want us, Darling?" she asked.
Inko barely knew how to answer that question. She and her husband pretty much defaulted to two positions. She had no idea how to incorporate a third person! "Um…"
Mitsuki tisked and shook her head at her husband. "Masaru, you brute!" she admonished jokingly. "You've broken this poor woman's brain!"
Masaru chuckled. "I wasn't the only one. You're the one who was playing with her tits!"
Mitsuki looked back down at Inko. "Think you'd be OK if I rode your face? Masaru can fuck you while standing off the side of the bed." She leaned down. "He can get so deep, and fuck you so hard like that."
Inko licked her suddenly dry lips. She wanted to be fucked deep! She wanted to be fucked hard! And the idea of Mitsuki riding her face gave her a thirst like no other. She nodded almost desperately. "Yes, but… um… I've never…" She blushed, suddenly embarrassed, and crooked a finger at Mitsuki. Mitsuki blinked in confusion, but leaned down closer. "I've never given oral sex to a woman before," Inko whispered.
Mitsuki pulled back, grinning widely, but managed not to laugh at her. "Oh don't worry about that, Darling," she said reassuringly. "You're not the first woman I've had to teach how to eat me out." She bent over slightly, pulling her panties off of her ass, hovering in that position longer than necessary as her breasts hung in Inko's face. "But first…"
Inko realized that Mitsuki was waiting for her to do something, and obliged. Her hands came up off the bed, grasping the pendulous breasts in front of her face. She used her thumb to brush over the nipple of one of them, while she craned her head up and licked the other.
Mitsuki moaned in appreciation, and continued to drop her panties. "That's a good girl," she cooed. "Mine are very sensitive, and love to be played with. Why don't you suck on that one?" She leaned down further so that Inko could drop her head to the bed.
Inko happily obliged, wrapping her lips around the pink bud. She was rewarded with a gasp, and a louder moan. The sound of her lover making noises because of what she was doing did something to her on an almost feral level. Hisashi had always been quiet in bed, only breathing hard as he worked on her, barely even letting out a grunt when he came. She wanted to make Mitsuki make more noises. She wanted to make her scream for her.
Absently she heard Masaru shuffling around, and a wrapper tear. Her pussy drooled in anticipation as she realized he was getting a condom on. This was it! What she'd been waiting for!
But she wasn't done making Mitsuki moan!
What a pickle…
She released Mitsuki's breast, blowing air over the moist nipple, earning a shiver of pleasure from the other woman. "I think your husband might be ready to start," she said softly.
"Don't mind me," replied Masaru. "I'm enjoying the show."
Inko shook her head. "No, you've both done so much for me tonight, I want to return the favor. To both of you."
Mitsuki sighed dramatically, but straightened up. "I suppose that's all right," she teased. She walked on her knees, getting into position over Inko's head with her back facing her husband. "But you owe me more nipple play later,"
Inko nodded quickly, her mouth watering at the new view she was afforded. Mitsuki was hairless, something that was obvious in hindsight considering her profession. Her lower lips were puffy and swollen from all of the stimulation leading up to this point, with a skein of clear fluid dripping down her thigh. She swallowed hard.
Mitsuki looked down, that Cheshire grin back on her face. "Let me know if I'm too heavy for you or if you have trouble breathing," she said. "Tap my thigh twice, and I'll get up." Without another word, or waiting for Inko to acknowledge that she was ready, Mitsuki slowly lowered herself down, resting gently on Inko's mouth.
Inko wasn't sure what to expect when this whole thing started, but she found that it was actually quite easy for her to breathe, Mitsuki had settled nicely onto her jaw, leaving her nose free She could also look up Mitsuki's body and see those lovely pert breasts, along with the eager look on her face as she waited for Inko to get to work.
The word "itadakimasu" floated through her brain lewdly, and she chuckled. Then she opened her mouth, and licked a long stripe up her friend's crotch.
Mitsuki hissed in pleasure, and leaned forward, propping herself up on her hands to keep from sitting down too hard. It may have been Inko's first time with a woman, but she was not letting that slow her down. Her tongue licked up and down her slit, her lips pursed and kissed and sucked on her lips and clit. She pointed her tongue, and pushed it against the hole at the back, gaining the slightest bit of entry. Mitsuki let out a loud moan, a shiver running down her spine. "Ohhh! You're a natural at this, Darling!" she wailed. She bit her lower lip, and her thighs squeezed Inko's ears. "That's one!" she grunted out.
Inko set a goal to get her to ten. No! Fifteen!
Suddenly, Inko felt her legs being lifted up, and her knees hooked over a pair of shoulders. She barely had time to realize what was happening when she felt a probing at her own pussy, then something hard, thick, and warm pushing its way inside. Inko let out a moan of her own as Masaru set up a strong, steady rhythm, getting in as deep as Mitsuki promised. She was having a hard time concentrating on what she was supposed to be doing, but the noises she was making into Mitsuki's crotch were seeming to have an effect on her, as the other woman moaned and squirmed against her mouth.
Inko was in heaven. She was building her way to yet another orgasm while Mitsuki stuttered out "F-f-five!" She hoped Masaru had amazing stamina or a thick condom or both, because she never wanted this to end! She could—
"Ohshitit'shapenningagain!"
Inko looked up at Mitsuki quizzically, trying to parse what she had said when all of a sudden her mouth was absolutely flooded with juices as Mitsuki rocked through her sixth orgasm. She choked and coughed, slapping Mitsuki's thigh to get her off. Thankfully, the other woman had enough presence of mind to roll to the side; collapsing to the bed, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
Inko choked and coughed on the fluid, trying desperately to catch her breath. Masaru quickly withdrew, grabbed Inko's hand and sat her up, patting her on the back to help her get over her coughing fit. Finally able to breathe again, she looked down at Mitsuki with concern. "Are you ok?"
Mitsuki laughed. "You give me half a dozen orgasms so close together that I nearly drown you by squirting down your throat, and you ask if I'm ok?" She sat up, and embraced Inko in a tight hug. "If anything, I'm just pissed that I didn't get to do that to you."
Inko blushed prettily, but returned the hug. "Maybe you can try to in a little bit," she said softly.
Mitsuki cackled.
Inko sighed contentedly, leaning into Mitsuki's embrace. She was feeling so satisfied for the first time in… well, she didn't know how long. She wanted to lay down, cuddle her new friends and…
…Wait a minute…
"Masaru, you didn't finish?"
Masaru stood there, his hands on his hips still trying to catch his breath. His cock was still at full attention, sticking straight out of his body. He looked down at it, as if he was noticing it for the first time. "Yeah," he said, then waved off her concern. "It's fine. I'm just glad you had a good time."
Inko frowned. Oh, now that wouldn't do at all. She drew herself up, and put on her sternest face. "No, it's not fine," she insisted. "You've treated me to such a lovely night, and this is how I leave you?"
Mitsuki laughed, squeezing Inko's shoulders. "I like this one Masaru, can we keep her?"
Masaru chuckled. "I think they call that 'bigamy' dear, and it's frowned upon."
Despite the joking going on around her, Inko's expression didn't change. "I can't leave you like that," she insisted.
Mitsuki grinned at her husband. "You heard her! Assume the position!"
Inko was confused, but watched as Masaru lay down on the bed on his back. "His favorite position is reverse cowgirl," Mitsuki purred into her ear. So saddle up!" She reared back, and gave Inko a smack on her ass.
Inko jumped and let out an "Eep!" At the spank. She turned and glowered at Mitsuki, who was grinning saucily at her. She'd get her back for that. Later. Right now, she had work to do...
Straddling his hips, Inko grabbed onto the shaft of his cock. It jumped in her hand making her squeak in surprise, so she figured he was ready. She bit her lip in concentration; this wasn't exactly one of the positions she did with her husband. If she moved wrong, she could really hurt him!
Suddenly, she felt a pair of arms embrace her from behind. Mitsuki put her chin on Inko's shoulder, her hands cupping her breasts. "Hey," she said softly. "You ok? I was looking forward to watching you fuck my husband."
"Just trying to figure out the correct angle of approach," Inko said, proud of herself for keeping her voice steady.
"Don't think." Mitsuki's hand reached down, and took hold of her husband. Her other hand reached under Inko's ass, guiding her to raise her hips. She pointed the penis at her friend, rubbing the tip against her and coating it in her fluids. "Just do it."
Inko gasped as she sank down onto Masaru. She groaned at the feeling of being so full again; she was honestly still a little sore from before. The mixture of pain and pleasure was delicious though, and she needed more. Slowly, achingly, she rose up until only the tip was still inside, then sat back down. A shock ran up her spine, making her brain tingle, and she knew it wasn't going to be long before she had another orgasm. She bit her lip, determined to hold out until her host had one first, but her hostess seemed to have something else in mind.
"Good girl," Mitsuki purred into her ear as Inko started to move faster. Her arms moved back up to her chest, and played with her breasts, her fingers pinching and flicking her nipples. "Keep going like that. You don't need to go fast, just keep the rhythm." Her head bent down and sucked hard on her neck. Inko knew it would leave a mark, but she didn't care.
"I'm–mmph–close!" Inko warned.
"Ride through it," Mitsuki ordered. "If you stop it's just going to delay poor Masaru's release." One hand left her breast, and started to tease her clit. "We don't want him to be left with blue balls, now do we?"
"This would be a lot easier if you weren't doing that."
Mitsuki smiled, shark like. "Where's the fun in that?"
The wave crested and Inko slammed down onto her ride. The hand on her clit moved, rearing back, and applying a firm smack on her ass. Inko let out a cry in surprise, but got back to riding. That was two she owed her now…
Suddenly there was the sound of a tap, and Mitsuki laughed. Masaru must have tapped her leg. "He's getting close, Darling," she said into Inko's ear, before taking the lobe into her mouth for a moment. "I wanna see him spray all over you."
As soon as Mitsuki said that, there was nothing in the world Inko wanted more. She nodded desperately, feeling another orgasm building quickly.
There was another tap, and Mitsuki lifted Inko up until Masaru was released from within her. Then she reached down, and yanked off the condom. She grabbed Inko's wrist, and directed her to grab onto him. "Give him a stroke or two, and watch the fireworks!"
She didn't need to. Inko barely touched the cock between her legs when it erupted. Cum sprayed into the air, all the way up her chest, coating her. Inko leaned back into Mitsuki's embrace, and allowed herself to be covered. Masaru groaned, his hips bucking under her, and she felt a shiver of pleasure run through her brain. She did that to him. She made this man come completely undone with her body.
The thought was nearly as good as an orgasm all by itself.
Finally spent, Inko dropped to the side onto the bed next to Masaru. Mitsuki quickly climbed over her, and cuddled up with her on her other side. The three of them breathed heavily, coming down from their collective high. They lay there for a while, quiet, enjoying the closeness. Inko didn't know how long they lay there like that, but she was the first to recover, sitting up and looking down at herself. "I got your dress all dirty," she said.
Mitsuki looked up at her, then down at her body. The dress she had loaned Inko was bunched up around her middle, having just been pushed out of the way during the evening's festivities rather than removed completely. It was now sprayed with her husband's cum, and even some of her own juices. She laughed. "Not the first time we ruined one of my dresses having some fun."
Inko chuckled. "Yeah, I can imagine if you squirt like that every time you go through a lot of dresses. Sheets too."
Mitsuki sat up, and hugged her tightly, kissing her on the cheek. "Nope," she said matter of factly. "That was the very first time I ever did that. You should feel special."
Inko felt like puffing her chest out and strutting at that news.
"So," Mitsuki continued. "What do you think of our little hobby? think you might want to join us again? Maybe meet some of our other playmates?"
Inko thought about it for a second. What would her husband think?
…Wait, this was his idea! Who cared what he thought?
She returned the hug, squeezing tightly. "Yes! I think I would like that very much. I just hope the babysitter doesn't mind coming over more often."
Mitsuki laughed, and even Masaru chuckled. "Don't worry, Darling. We're going to put them through college!"
AN: Thank you for reading my silly little fic about some of the most minor characters in MHA!
I came up with this idea one day when I was working on Strategic Movements, writing a scene where Inko goes over to the Bakugos' house to watch the Sports Festival. The Jiros are there too, and it's supposed to be a moment where the parents meet for the first time.
Of course, then my stupid brain went all Yelling Bird and said "AND THEN THEY ALL FUCKED!" and it just would not let me let go of the idea...
So think of this as potentially part one of a series! I have ideas for two more parts that maybe I'll get out someday. One of which involves that meeting of Inko and the Jiros, and the other involves a special guest that I don't want to spoil just yet.
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