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Poll Winner #5.1: Perfect Vacation
🕑 Added 2018-08-08 18:19:49 +0000 UTC Here's the first winner from last week's poll. Hope to get the other story done in a couple of days. Thank you for your patience, everyone! Love ya!Summary: Dork Akira has yet to impregnate his three wives, Makoto, Futaba, and Haru. The four leave for a vacation at Haru's private beach house to try and change that. What follows is a wild night of debauchery and sex between the four. Includes: Foursome, Dom/Sub, and Romance. A sequel to Just a Dork: Perfect Foursome.
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Makoto smiled as she parked the rental car in front of the large house. This was going to be their home for the next two weeks, and she had to admit, it was beautifully made and located.
The beachhouse had stainless, white walls that reflected the summer sun, and the sound of crashing waves could be heard in the distance. Trees and sand surrounded the house, making it really feel like it was part of the beach.
“Whoa… Haru, you bought this for us?!” Futaba bounced in her seat, eyes wide with amazement.
“Of course! Well, technically it was bought for me by the board, but they told me it was open to all of-” Haru was silenced as Futaba threw her arms around the older woman and kissed her on the lips. The auburn-haired woman’s eyes widened, before she closed them and began to kiss back, gently rubbing her hands along Futaba’s back.
Makoto felt herself blushing at the sight and sounds coming from behind her. The tiny moans and gasps left her feeling warm as she sat in the driver’s seat. She wanted to tell the two to stop, but at the same time...
Akira sat beside Makoto, and he turned his head to look at Haru and Futaba. Unlike Makoto, his face had barely a tint of pink. How he remained so calm was a wonder to the older girl. She hoped he would break the two up, and end poor Makoto’s torment, but instead he just grinned.
He enjoyed the show of his two wives kissing, before turning his head to look at his third lover. Akira must have seen her scarlet cheeks, because he chuckled at her, before speaking.
“You okay, hon?” he asked, a knowing and teasing smile on his face.
“Y-yes. I’m fine.”
Futaba finally released Haru, their lips separating with a pop. The orange-haired woman was blushing intensely, yet also grinning proudly. She opened the door and took her first step on the ground since the drive began, smiling as her sandals stepped on hard asphalt.
“I can’t believe we’re living here for the next two weeks,” the young woman exclaimed.
Haru sat in the car still, her blush spreading from her neck all the way to her forehead. It only seemed to get worse as she began to pat her breasts. Akira noticed and gave Haru a concerned look as she muttered under her breath. Her words brought an amused chuckle from her husband, and more blushing from her wife.
“S-she undid my bra while we were kissing.”
As Haru reached under her top to fix her bra, Akira stepped out and helped Makoto with the group’s luggage. He called out to Futaba, motioning for her to help, and she soon joined in, followed by a blushing Haru. The four made their way inside the beautiful house, marveling at its craftsmanship.
The two story house was a crisp white, standing out in the beach like marble orb in a field of sand. The door was painted a bright blue, while the windows gleamed as if recently clean. The house felt very modern, yet with a quaintness to it that made each of them feel at home.
They walked inside, and found the house to be spacious, and already furnished with all that they’d need. The living room was by the entrance, and there were stairs leading to the group’s massive bed on the second floor. A kitchen was just across the floor, with another hall leading to the bathroom.
All in all, it was a beautiful house.
“This vacation is going to be great!” Futaba beamed. “Ooh, Haru, did you get what I asked?”
“The TV meets all of the standards you asked for, Futaba, I promise.”
“Yes!” Futaba pumped a fist to the air, grinning. “Yes, yes, yes!” She hugged Haru, attacking her face with kisses, peppering them on the older woman’s cheeks and neck. “Thank you, thank you, thank you! You’re the best! I love you!”
Haru giggled under the attack, before the two were pulled apart by Makoto. “Alright, Futaba, that’s enough.”
“Awww, it’s okay, Makoto. I love you too!” And before Makoto could do anything, Futaba’s lips pressed against hers.
The kiss was soft, like a pillow, yet hot like the summer sun. It made Makoto melt, and she truly understood Haru’s pain at that moment. Futaba was incredibly cute, and age had only turned the the adorable girl into a beautiful woman. Makoto found herself melting against her lips, before jumping as Futaba’s hands smacked her wife’s ass.
“Ah! F-Futaba!” Makoto was blushing even worse now, and she pulled Futaba’s hands off of her and gently pushed the girl back.
Futaba gave a good nature chuckle. It was hard to believe this was the same girl who used to be scared at having a simple conversation. Time, and more importantly, love, had helped Futaba step out of her chrysalis and turned her into the confident, if perverted, genius she was now.
Makoto just wished Futaba wasn’t so obsessed with her butt...
“Someone’s excited,” Akira commented, before leaning down to peck Futaba’s cheek, calming her down.
“I’m just happy to be here.” Futaba wrapped her arms around Akira’s head and pulled him down to kiss, something he was all for. He wrapped his arms around her, dipping her down slightly as he stroked her body and hair.
As the two kissed, Makoto jumped as another hand squeezed her ass. She turned to find Haru behind her, but with a strange look in her eyes. Haru had a glimmer in her almond eyes, sparking like mischief. Haru leaned forward to peck Makoto’s cheek, before she whispered into her ear.
“We should get everything ready for our surprise,” the auburn-haired woman moaned, before letting her tongue caress Makoto’s ears. The wet sensation made Makoto shiver, and her heart raced as Haru’s fingers slipped under her pants to rub directly against the brunette’s butt.
“R-right.” Haru slipped her hand out of the other woman’s pants, and Makoto looked at Akira. She spoke up, calling for him and making him end the kiss with Futaba. “We should get to work. Akira, do you mind working on dinner while we work on getting everything unpacked?”
Akira had no idea what any of them were planning.
Her red eyes glanced towards Haru and Futaba, and each of the ladies nodded their heads in silent agreement.
“Sure. Call me if you need any help, loves,” Akira smiled, nodding at his girls. Without another word, he walked to the kitchen looking for what he’d need for dinner tonight. Thankfully Okumura Foods had already stocked the fridge, giving him plenty of ingredients.
The trio of women walked upstairs with most of their bags, and as soon as they were out of his earshot, they began to whisper to one another.
“Is the plan still in effect?” Makoto whispered. The other two girls nodded, before Futaba glanced behind them.
“Do you think he’s onto us?” she wondered.
“No, I think we’re clear,” the older woman replied, before Haru motioned them to the bedroom with a silent gesture.
They kept moving, working as one. A few weeks ago, their loving husband surprised them all with a wonderful, amazing night of mindblowing sex. Passion unimagined as he fucked them all one by one.
Tonight, they would be surprising him.
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“Girls! Dinner’s ready!” Akira shouted, turning the stove off. He heard a single set of footsteps, and turned his head to find Makoto coming down the stairs.
“A-actually Akira, we needed some help upstairs. Do you mind coming up to help us?”
“Sure.” The dark-haired man nodded his head and quickly washed, and dried his hands. He walked towards the stairs, silently going up them as Makoto watched him. As soon as he was gone, she turned off the stove and began to put the finish food away.
Her every movement was careful, and slow. Her heart was pounding in her chest, almost deafening her as she put everything away. Once everything was stored safely in the fridge, she followed Akira up the stairs, fingers anxious pulling at her clothes.
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“Hey, you girls o-?” Akira’s eyes widened and he was left silent. His heart skipped a beat as he saw Futaba and Haru smiling at him, illuminated by the setting sun behind them.
Futaba was wearing nothing but a white crop hanging loosely on her body and her dark shorts, but those shorts must have been old pair because they seemed too small for her curvaceous hips. The button and zipper were left undone, just to give her some slack, but it also exposed her pink, frilly panties. Her long hair fell down her body and partly obscured her eyes as she stared at him, embarrassment and determination shining in her eyes.
Akira’s eyes traveled up her body, taking in her gorgeous appearance. He stopped at her head, and he admired those beautiful, violet eyes. Then he noticed something else. Something dark around Futaba’s neck. As if to help him, Futaba leaned her head back, letting him see the the fabric wrapped around her neck and the leash in her hand.
A collar?
Then Akira’s eyes caught Haru, standing behind the younger woman, and his legs buckled out of sheer desire. Haru was dressed in dark leather, a crimson corset wrapped tightly around her body and pushing her large breasts together into a canyon of cleavage. A pattern of string was tied just under her cleavage, keeping her corset tight against her skin. She wore black, lacy panties to go with the top, as well as long, black boots that reached almost to her knees. Haru had a riding crop in her hands, as she smiled at her husband with hungry eyes.
“Surprise!” Haru beamed.
“S-surprise,” Futaba repeated.
“I take it you girls have been planning this?” Akira inquired, his eyes bouncing between the two. His face felt warm, and his dick stirred between his legs.
“C-correct.”
The young man turned his body around, tearing his gaze from the two beautiful women to find a third behind him. Makoto couldn’t meet his stare, yet she did nothing to cover her body up. She was wearing a beautiful white outfit, so unlike her.
She looked like an angel. Both metaphorically and literally. She had a white, frilly skirt around her thighs, and he could see through it to find matching panties covering her womanhood. An equally white top clung to her skin, accenting her hourglass figure, and while her breasts weren’t as big as Haru’s, the fabric did lift her breasts up so he could easily admire their perky shape and supple size.
“Surprise,” Makoto mumbled, cheeks burning. She walked past him, standing by Haru and Futaba. The three beauties stood before their husband, each glowing with perfection.
Akira wasn’t sure where to look. He wished he had a third eye so he could stare at each girl individually, but alas. Instead his silver eyes merely bounced from one woman to the other. His neck felt hot, and his throat turned dry.
It was obvious what was about to happen. He took a slow breath in through his teeth, before he dived into the ocean of sin before him.
Then he spoke. “Well, let’s start then.” A grin formed on his face as he walked forward, pulling at his shirt. The white fabric fell to the ground, and now it was their turn to stare in awe.
Akira was a fit man, and he was in his prime. His chest was sleek, like a sharpened blade, yet it was clear he had muscles. They were subtle, yet defined, just enough to enhance his ruggish looks. He pulled down his pants and boxers together, dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them without missing a beat. Each of the girls’ felt their hearts skip a beat as they saw his penis swaying between his legs, already growing and hardening for them. Akira stopped in front of the three girls, smiling at them with bright, silver eyes.
“Who wants to go first?”
Haru raised her hand, but rather then volunteer, her crop came down on Futaba’s ass, smacking the girl’s behind. The smaller girl’s eyes widened and she jumped, less out of pain and more out of surprise. Futaba rubbed her butt as she turned her head to glare at her sister-wife.
“You could have just asked!”
“Quiet, slave! Don’t look at me, look at your Master! You have a purpose to fulfill!” Haru shouted, waving the crop at Futaba’s face, making her back away in fright. “If I hear any complaints from him, it’s twenty lashes on each cheek, do I make myself clear?!”
Everyone in the room stared at Haru, shock in the their eyes as the auburn-haired woman giggled nervously. She quietly played with the end of the crop as she blushed.
“S-sorry. Just trying to stay in character. Was it too much?”
“No, that was great,” Akira grinned.
“It was scary-hot,” Futaba agreed, nodding her head.
“Um… I can certainly… feel your passion for the role,” Makoto added with a sheepish grin.
“Oh, thank goodness! I was so worried. You know, usually I like to play bottom, but I’m actually have a lot of fun being a top!” the hazel-eyed woman grinned. “Ahem. What are you doing, Futaba? Akira is standing right there, and I don’t see you slobbering on his dick! Clearly, you need to be punished!”
“Wait, what?!”
While Makoto quietly contemplated how different the four were from a normal family, Haru reached into one of the nearby bags and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. She hooked one ring around her finger and spun it in the air as she walked towards Futaba, smirking at her prey.
“I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned my bondage kink.”
“Makoto, cuff her for me.” Futaba’s eyes widened as Haru tossed the cuffs towards the brunette.
“Wait, what are you-?”
Haru didn’t say anything. She just grabbed the back of Futaba’s head, fingers digging into her hair. Haru kissed Futaba, slamming their lips together. Their lips were mashed together, and then Haru forced Futaba’s mouth to open. The older woman pushed her tongue into Futaba, swirling it around and exploring her mouth as they moaned.
Futaba melted into the kiss, crying out in pleasure as her arms were caught by Makoto. The brunette pulled them behind Futaba’s back, before catching her hands with the cuffs. When Haru pulled away, a trail of saliva connecting the two women’s mouths, and realization quickly hit the orange-haired woman.
“Y-you caught me, Mistress,” mumbled Futaba, staring up at the auburn empress.
“Indeed. Now then, Akira. She’s all yours. Makoto!” The police commissioner found herself standing up straight as her name was called. “You will be pleasing me as Akira fucks Futaba, slut. Give me your best, and I promise to reward you.” Haru licked her plump lips, before walking to their bed. “Fail me, and I’ll make you scream for mercy.”
She sat down on it and spread her legs open, motioning for Makoto to serve her there. The brunette couldn’t muster up the strength to argue. Honestly, it was incredibly hot seeing and hearing Haru order others around. It was nothing like the kind, sweet woman she usually was, and that just made it so...depraved.
Makoto stepped forward, only to shake as Haru swung her crop in the air. “Crawl towards me, slut!” The other woman obeyed without an ounce of hesitation.
When the brunette got close enough, Haru placed a hand on her head and pulled the kneeling woman to her Mistress’ pussy.
“You might be a Queen, but I am an Empress. Now make me cum.”
Haru’s words hit Makoto hard, making her tremble as her heart pounded and raced inside of her. She obeyed, leaning forward and pressing face against Haru’s cunt. Makoto stuck out her tongue, rubbing it against the fabric of Haru’s panties, slowly making circles against the hot flesh.
Makoto wasn’t the most skilled at oral service, especially not for other girls, but what she lacked in experience, she made up for in passion. The short-haired brunette assaulted Haru’s pussy with quick kisses and long, slow licks. She even kiss Haru’s clit through the fabric, nibbling on it gently with her sweet, succulent lips.
Haru shuddered, keeping a hand on Makoto’s head as she trembled and gasped in pleasure. She closed her eyes, letting herself be carried away by the ecstasy and pleasure.
“R-right there, slut.” Makoto shuddered being called that. “Pleasure your Empress. Like a good servant!” Haru shuddered, digging her nails into Makoto’s scalp, and the crimson-eyed woman couldn’t deny it.
She felt so good everytime Haru called her a slut. She never imagined she’d have bottom tendencies, but… God, she loved being yelled at. Being ordered. Every time Haru insulted Makoto, the brunette would feel a bolt of ecstacy shooting down her spine.
Makoto moaned against Haru’s pussy, before resuming sucking and licking at it.
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Akira enjoyed the show Makoto and Haru were giving. Whether they knew it or not, Haru’s tits were jiggling when she gasped in pleasure, and Makoto was shaking her ass in his direction.. He. experienced a moment of deja vu, before looking down at Futaba.
The girl looked up at him, shaking before him as her thighs rubbed together. The look in her eyes was all he needed.
“Please, please fuck me,” she begged.
“Service me. Get me hard and then I’ll fuck you like a proper slut.”
Futaba obeyed, falling to her knees so fast Akira was worried she hurt herself. If she had, she didn’t show it. She opened her mouth and pressed her soft lips against his testicles, kissing them. She gently sucked on his balls, massaging them with her lips as her eyes fell shut.
For the young woman, this was all natural to her. Not the sex, exactly, but being with Akira. Pleasuring him, and letting him return the favor. It was all she wanted out of life. Just to be with the ones she loved forever...
In the day, in the outside world, she would a woman, a wife, a genius, but behind closed doors, she could be a whore, slut, lover, and even a mistress! She could give herself up to whatever she wanted, because she knew her family wouldn’t reject her. She gave herself to the depraved desires in her, and simply allowed her lips to move on their own.
She peppered kisses along his balls, feeling the cum churning in them. She slowly retreated back, leaving kiss after kiss on his shaft. She could feel it growing and trembling against her lips, until it stood erect from between his legs, and she was looking up at it in awe.
There was no time to waste. Futaba wanted that cock pounding away at her throat. She rose up and wrapped her lips around the bell shaped head of his cock, sucking on it. She started to try and bob her head up and down, remembering the lessons Makoto had given her about blowing Akira.
She started off slow, breathing through her nose as she moved her head back and forth. Every time she bobbed her head, she tried to go lower down the cock then before. It filled her mouth, and whenever she adjusted, he pushed against her cheek, making Futaba look both ridiculous and adorable.
But she soon accomplished what she had been aiming for. Her nose pressed against his crotch, breathing in his perfect scent, before she really went to town. Futaba pulled her head back, lips clamped around the tip of his cock, before she dived back down.
Akira moaned, and that sound was like fuel for Futaba. She bounced her head faster and faster, sucking on the cock, not caring who heard the wet smacks or choked cries. Her throat convulsed around the thick shaft, massaging the girthy penis. Her efforts doubled, and his balls began to slap her chin faster and harder. Futaba didn’t care. She loved it.
Her glasses were fogging up and slowly falling from her face. Thankfully, her husband took them off of her head and held them in one hand. The other fell on her head, petting her head like she was a pet. She loved it. She tried to nuzzle against his hand, but her head was focused on taking his hard dick.
Akira’s hand slowly slipped from her head and grabbed her leash, holding it as she sucked his dick. She looked up at him, and she tried to smile with her eyes, before sucking harder, bouncing faster on his dick.
The only warning she had that he was going to cum was his hand tugging on the leash. Akira pulled her down, pressing her nose against his crotch and her chin against his balls. He came, and Futaba frantically tried swallowing all of the cum that was fed to her.
She was actually able to swallow most of it, but drops still spilled from the corners of her mouth, oozing out between her lips and the cock of her husband. The dropped to the ground as Akira slowly released his wife’s head and retreated out of her mouth.
Futaba gasped for air, coughing as the taste and stench of cum overwhelmed her senses. Akira crouched down and placed a hand on her shoulder. Futaba lifted her head up, and she noticed his concerned stare. She smiled, silently telling him she was okay.
He returned the gesture, before gently kissing her forehead. He helped his wife stand as the two looked at the rest of their family.
Makoto was kneeling on the ground, her head buried between Haru’s legs. The dominating woman moaned, shaking as Makoto licked at her pussy. It sounded like Haru had just came, right on Makoto’s face. Yet Makoto didn’t slow down, continuing her oral assault on Haru’s pussy as the heart-shaped ass waved at Akira and Futaba.
Neither seemed to notice the couple walking closer.
“Ooh… R-right there, slut! Keep serving your Mistres! Mako-chan!”
“Mind if I join in?” Akira asked, pulling Makoto’s panties down. The fabric clung to her wet slit at first, before falling down towards her knees. He moved right behind Makoto and rubbed the head of his cock against her soaking pussy, but Makoto was the one to push it in.
She bounced her heart-shaped ass for Akira, as if begging for his cock to plow her. She shuddered as the tip rubbed against her, before pulling away from Haru’s cunt. As good as it was to serve Mistress Haru, Makoto wasn’t getting any reward beyond Haru’s taste on her tongue. A nice gift, but nothing compared to Akira’s cock.
With one swift move, Makoto’s pussy accepted Akira’s cock and she began to bounce on it, moans turning into screams.
“H-hey! What about me? I’m supposed to be next!” Futaba pouted, standing nearby. Haru opened her eyes and leaned forward, catching Futaba’s leash. Before the orange-haired woman knew what was happening, she was tugged down into Haru’s arms, inches from a pair of spectacular, large breasts. “B-b-boobs!”
Haru giggled, stroking her wife’s head as she helped Futaba climb onto the bed. Soon the orange-haired woman was sitting on Haru’s lap as Akira fucked Makoto behind them.
“Can I have my arms back now?”
“No.” Futaba groaned, making Haru giggle. “Here. Maybe this will help.”
Haru pulled on the strings in the front of her corset, and with only a few tugs, her breasts popped out, practically bursting free. Futaba’s eyes widened, her eyes locked on the large orbs.
“Whoa…”
“Go ahead. I always catch you staring. Feel them,” Haru whispered. Futaba obeyed, and her cuffs jingled as she tried to touch them. The girl groaned in frustration, violet eyes almost watering as Haru giggled. “It’s okay.” Haru leaned down and kissed Futaba’s lips, and the two melted into each other again.
Haru could taste Akira’s cum on Futaba’s tongue. The taste sent shivers down her spine, and she wrapped her arms around the petite woman’s body. Haru pulled her tightly against her own body, letting their breasts push against one another.
While Futaba wasn’t as big as Haru, her nipples were just as hard, and they rubbed against each other’s through the thin fabric of Futaba’s top. Their tongues lashed out at one another’s, wrestling for dominance as they both fell on the bed. Haru’s hands wrapped around Futaba’s body, one on the back of her head, playing with the long, orange locks, while the other hand slipped under Futaba’s shorts and panties, and groped the naked flesh of Futaba’s ass.
The battle for dominance went on for a few more minutes, both women as eager to taste each other as they were to taste their mutual husband. Eventually Haru won their war, pushing Futaba’s tongue back into her mouth, before breaking the kiss.
They gasped for air, staring at one another, before Futaba scooted her body down and wrapped her lips around one of Haru’s nipples. She pulled and sucked on the hard nub of flesh, electing cries of pleasure from the woman below her.
“Ah…! Y-yes, Futaba...! K-keep going.”
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Akira enjoyed the sight of his two wives pleasuring each other on the bed, before resuming fucking Makoto’s pussy. He swung his hand down, smacking it against her ass, and he could feel her pussy tightening around his dick.
“Oh god...!” she gasped, her head falling onto her arms as Akira’s thrusts sped up. It was like her body turned to jello with just a single slap. He grinned, drinking in her limp body as he continued to thrust into her.
“Do you like that?” he growled, lifting his other hand to smack her other cheek. Again, her pussy walls tightened around his cock, squeezing it even tighter for a moment. She let out a loud mewl, breasts rubbing against the smooth floor.
“Yesh!” she moaned, her words slurring as she bounced against his cock. That was one of the things Akira loved about her. She was intelligent, she was strong, and he loved her sense of justice, but god, it turned him on to see her become so animalistic.
When she was getting fucked, when she was overcome with pleasure, she was a beast. He still had cuts on his back from the last time he fucked her. Yet all the pain just made him want her more.
What could he say? He was into some kinky stuff.
Akira slapped her ass again, and she cried out, trembling in pleasure. His hand caught her long, hazel hair, and he gave it a small tug, just enough to show dominance. She moaned, bouncing harder in time with his thrusts.
“Makoto...” he moaned, holding her hips with one hand as the other continued to tug on her hair The head of his cock pushed against the entrance to her womb, every hard, thrusting ‘kiss’ making Makoto scream.
“Ahh! Akira! Please! Cum! Cum inside me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Hearing her scream like that, mind lost to carnal pleasure, well… Akira gave her exactly what she wanted,
He came inside of her, covering her inner walls with his white semen. Makoto screamed in pleasure. She went rigid, body shaking as her muscles spasmed wildly, before suddenly going limp. She would have fallen to the ground, but Akira caught her, holding her up and keeping her body pressed against his. The raven-haired man moaned from the aftershocks of his orgasm.
“You… okay?” Akira moaned.
“S-so good,” she whined in reply.
When he did pull out, semen dripped out like a small waterfall. Akira’s cock had plugged her pussy, keeping his semen inside of her, and now the cum was trickling down to the ground. Makoto whimpered, hating the empty feeling she always got after being fucked.
He helped her onto her feet, holding her in his strong arms. Her legs were shaking, with drips of cum falling from between her creampied pussy. He kissed Makoto’s cheek, and she smiled at him, her senses slowly coming back to her.
“I hope Akira isn’t done already,” Haru moaned from the bed, looking at the two. “I still want my turn.” She and Futaba were sitting up now, their hands, well, Haru’s hands, still all over the other girl’s body.
“Hey! What about me?! I was supposed to be first!” Futaba scowled, glaring at the man.
Akira chuckled, blushing a bit. “I’m really sorry, Futaba. I just sort of got lost in the moment,” he admitted.
Futaba pouted, before smiling. “It’s okay. I understand. Makoto’s got a great butt!”
“Futaba!” Makoto gasped, blushing.
“Come here, you two.” Haru reached behind Futaba’s back and effortlessly removed the handcuffs with a small key. She tossed both to the corner, where they laid unnoticed. Haru motioned the man and woman over with a long, slender finger.
Akira smirked, and quickly slipped his hands under Makoto. He lifted her up, right off of her feet, and carried her bridal style to the bed, where their wives laid. Akira brought Makoto down beside the other girls, and he looked at his lovers.
“I want to make you all happy,” he confessed.
“We know,” Futaba grinned.
“You always do,” Makoto added.
“Just do what comes naturally.” Haru placed a hand on his cheek and he leaned down to peck her lips.
“Alright. Let’s keep going.”
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Over an hour had passed, yet the four were still at it. The moon was high in the air, bright and full as it shined on their home. The night sky blanketed the island, shrouding it in darkness, yet the four continued the night of debauchery inside their home.
The four were on their bed. Futaba and Makoto were on top of one another, with the younger woman on the bottom. They were facing each other, letting their breasts rub together, as they passionately kissed, their tongues swirling around one another.
Akira was behind them, kneeling on the bed and pounding his cock between their cum-filled pussies. Both of them had been filled, and every thrust he made between them pushed more of his cum out and onto each other.
Not that either girl mind. They were too lost to their basest pleasures, moaning into each other’s mouths as Haru wrapped herself around Akira. Her own pussy was dripping Akira’s cum onto the bed, overfilled by her husband’s load. She clung to her husband, gently stroking her hand against his naked chest.
“This night has been amazing,” Haru moaned.
Akira smiled at her, resting his hands on Makoto’s firm ass. Haru lifted up her head and kissed her husband, moaning against his sweet lips as she closed her eyes. The two broke apart as the raven-haired man shuddered, gasping as he came between Makoto and Futaba’s cunts.
His cum sprayed out of his dick, leaving streams of his semen on their stomachs, even getting some on the bottom of their breasts. The girls moaned loudly, their trembling bodies rubbing their breasts together and spreading their husband’s cum. Akira groaned and fell back, sitting on the bed as he panted.
Futaba and Makoto were similarly exhausted. The latter rolled off the other woman and both laid on the bed, their bodies coated in sweat as they stared at the ceiling with heavy, glossy eyes.
“That was your fifth orgasm tonight! Great job, Akira!” Haru praised, kissing her husband’s cheek.
“T-thanks, Haru.”
“That was amazing,” Makoto shuddered.
“I can’t feel my toes,” added Futaba.
Haru’s eyes bounced between the three, before the light, sweet sound of her voice caught their attention. “I love you all so much!” Haru embraced her husband, and kissed his cheek, before she leaned down to peck both of her wives’ cheeks.
Akira had no idea how Haru had so much energy left. Maybe that was the effect sex had on her? It made Makoto more animalistic, and Futaba more confident. What if it made Haru even hornier?
“Now then, Futaba-chan, this time you be the Mistress!” Haru picked up the riding crop from before and handed it to the girl. She looked at it with a mix of excitement and confusion. “Mako-chan and I will be your slaves! Or, ooh. What if we were all Mistresses and Akira is our love slave? Oh! I brought replicas of our Phantom Thieves outfits! Let’s pretend we’re all on a height!” Haru beamed.
Akira felt something heavy drop to the pit of his gut.
“I… I’ve always wanted to do it in the shower,” Makoto confessed, slowly sitting up.
“To the shower! Carry us, slave!” Futaba commanded, waving the crop wildly in the air.
“Let’s aim for another five orgasms!” Haru cheered.
The dark-haired man opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He just let out a groan as he fell back, falling off the bed and hitting the ground, eyes falling shut.
Makoto, Haru, and Futaba all crawled to the edge of the bed and looked at their fallen husband.
“Oh no! We killed him!” the youngest shrieked.
“He’s breathing, Futaba.”
“Oh. Good.”
“I think we might have overworked him,” Haru muttered, gently stroking their husband’s leg. “Akira-kun? Are you okay…?”
“It’s alright. It just looked like he fainted. Come on, let’s get him back onto the bed and get some sleep.” As Haru and Makoto worked together to do just that, Futaba’s eyes fell between Akira’s legs.
She reached forward and gently poked the still hard cock. She gave it a harder prod, and watched it sway. “You know, this still works.”
“Futaba! He’s unconscious!”
“I was kidding!”
