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Ibara knew that she shouldn’t be doing this.
But her body was thrumming; it felt so good.
“It’s okay, Ibara,” Itsuka murmured, “you can enjoy it. Let yourself feel it.”
Ibara tried to protest, tried to say that this was wrong, but she couldn’t.
And as Itsuka stood behind her, the orange-haired girl slipped her hands further up Ibara’s belly, making her heat up as her class president pulled away her t-shirt.
Ever since Ibara had started dating Itsuka and... him, she’d felt her body craving their touch. She’d denied herself, and her partners had respected that.
But it seemed like Itsuka was tired of waiting, and ready to enjoy Ibara’s lush curves.
“I...I don’t know about this…” Ibara lied.
She didn’t know what she was feeling, but it made her body burn hotter and hotter as Itsuka left no space between them; Ibara could feel Itsuka’s thighs pressing into her ass, which Itsuka had told her was plump and inviting.
Ibara looked down for a second, and nearly moaned; she could see Itsuka’s hands creeping up onto her breasts. They lingered just underneath the perfectly formed mounds, on the sensitive skin there. Ibara didn’t know why she wanted those hands to move so badly.
The redhead whispered, “It’s okay to like being touched, Ibara. I know I like touching you. Can I touch you more?”
Ibara whimpered, “T-this is a sin...we aren’t married…”
Itsuka replied, “That makes it more fun, Ibara.”
Then, she kissed Ibara’s neck, right on a pressure point that made Ibara grit her teeth to keep from falling apart.
Itsuka let a single finger lay on Ibara’s breast, and it felt so warm and enticing that Ibara couldn’t help it,
Haltingly, she said, “O-okay...you can touch me there...just don’t tell anyone…”
Itsuka didn’t respond, but Ibara felt the martial artist’s hands grab onto her breasts, and quickly yank off Ibara’s shirt and bra.
As fingers found Ibara’s nipples and started to tug, the religious girl couldn’t control herself anymore.
Itsuka kissed her neck again, and Ibara started to moan.
“Yes, Ibara,” Itsuka murmured, “show me how much you like it when I touch your big, firm breasts. They’re so sensitive, aren’t they? Do you like it when I do this?”
Itsuka tugged hard on Ibara’s nipples, and Itsuka moaned again.
She whimpered, “Please...don’t stop...feels good…”
Itsuka kept groping her tenderly, leaving no inch of Ibara’s breasts untouched.
“This can’t be right,” Ibara thought, “this is sin! I can’t give in to lustful thoughts!”
But all she could do was yearn for Itsuka’s hands to keep exploring her.
Then, Itsuka was dipping lower, her hands crossing Ibara’s soft belly to the waist of her loose pants.
Ibara said, “What...what are you doing to me?”
Itsuka replied, “I’m showing you that it’s okay to enjoy this, love.”
Ibara’s heart pounded. She loved Itsuka, yes, but...she hadn’t imagined doing this with her, or with... him, for years yet. But she was tired of waiting, too, even if part of her was still ashamed for succumbing to Itsuka’s wiles so easily.
Then, Itsuka dipped her hands into Ibara’s pants, and her last bit of modesty disappeared.
The green-haired girl’s breath caught, and she gasped as Itsuka’s middle finger gently brushed over her clit, making Ibara’s lower body buck involuntarily against her girlfriend’s persistent touch.
“That’s right, just sit back and enjoy it,” Itsuka whispered against Ibara’s ear, “I want to make you feel good. Let me.”
Ibara could only think of one way to stop Itsuka’s tempting words, so she turned her head to kiss the orange-haired girl.
It didn’t stop Itsuka from pulling Ibara’s clothes off and starting to stroke her moist lower lips with tender fingers, but then, Ibara no longer wanted her to stop.
When the kiss broke apart, Ibara said, “I...I like this...but I shouldn’t.”
“Why not?” Itsuka asked as one finger started to slip inside her vine-haired lover.
Biting her lip in pleasure, Ibara managed to reply, “It’s...ohhhhh….it’s a sin.”
Itsuka replied, “Who cares? I want to do this to you. And you know who else does?”
Ibara’s eyes went wide, and she started to say, “Nooooo, don’t let him see me like this…”
The door opened, and Ibara’s heart fell.
Izuku had arrived, a loving smile on his face.
He walked up to kiss Itsuka, and Ibara whimpered in desire as she watched, Itsuka still fingering her.
“How is she doing?” Izuku asked.
“She’s loving it,” Itsuka replied.
Ibara just moaned as Izuku looked at her, drinking in her nude, sinful body, as Itsuka endlessly teased her and got her wetter and wetter.
“Don’t...don’t look..” Ibara moaned, “I...it’s...sinful, it’s wrong.”
Izuku kissed her, silencing Ibara as Itsuka sped up her relentless assault.
He told Ibara, “It’s not wrong, Ibara. We love you, and we want to make you feel good. Let us? Please?”
She shouldn’t.
But Ibara desperately wanted what they were offering.
She wanted them.
Surely it wasn’t wrong to enjoy the touch of the ones you loved?
Ibara nodded desperately as Itsuka slipped a second finger into her.
She said, “Yes...touch me...I want it.”
She was too far gone, now, and she was loving it.
When Izuku’s lips closed around her swollen nipple, Ibara gave up, letting her lovers have their way with her. She could only moan as they started to work her over.
Gently, Itsuka and Izuku pulled her backwards onto the bed, stripping her fully as they covered her in kisses.
She’d never felt so loved as her body became their canvas, expressing their love in gentle kisses and nibbles.
Then, Ibara felt her legs being eased apart. She looked down, and saw Izuku come down to lick up the length of her pussy.
She bucked as a lightning bolt of pleasure hit her, and she cried out in bliss.
Itsuka’s hands were on her breasts again, teasing them in tandem as if she was being milked, while Izuku made her legs turn to jelly with his fingers and tongue, pushing into her folds.
“You’re in for a treat, Ibara,” Itsuka told her moaning, incoherent lover, “Izuku has gotten really good at this. While he and I were waiting for you to be ready for this, we practiced on each other. I love it when he buries his tongue inside of me. I’m sure you’ll love it too, once we’re done with you.”
Ibara could only moan as she felt fingers caressing her clit, her whole body on fire as she was touched and toyed with.
She didn’t care anymore if it was sin.
It felt so right.
Her thighs were trembling, clamping on Izuku’s head uncontrollably, while she clutched handfuls of the sheets and lay in the grasp of her lovers, who refused to let any part of her body go unpraised or unpleasured.
She tried and failed to suppress her moans, which escaped from her clenched jaws and drawn lips in pants and pleas. Whenever Izuku or Itsuka found an especially tender spot and began insistently teasing her soft, flushed body, Ibara moaned their name, a desperate request for more that was granted every time.
Finally, though, Ibara was impossibly wet, her skin hot to the touch, and her mind beyond coherent sentences.
“P-please…” Ibara said; she didn’t even know what she wanted, except for more.
They gave it to her.
Ibara heard rustling as her lovers stripped, too, and then Itsuka was back, slipping underneath her head and resting it in the redhead’s lap.
“Whaaa….” Ibara said, not knowing why they’d left her, wanting them back.
“Shhhhh,” Itsuka said, stroking Ibara’s forehead, “Izuku is about to show you the best part of loving.”
Ibara’s eyes focused on the looming shadow at the foot of the bed.
Her eyes went wide as she saw Izuku there, moving into position between her legs.
“Is...is that his penis?” she thought.
It was so big, and throbbing. It reminded her of a rod, and all she could think about was how much she wanted it inside her.
“It’s...it’s so big,” Ibara gasped as she felt his tip stroking her entrance.
Itsuka nodded as she replied, “I know, Ibara. We’re lucky, lucky girls, you know that? Izuku loves you so much, he wants to put that inside you. Do you want him to?”
Ibara nodded vigorously. “Yes!” she cried, “take me! I want to be Izuku’s woman!”
Itsuka promised, “Don’t worry, you will be. Just like me, that way we can be together with Izuku forever.”
Then, Itsuka kissed her, and Izuku began to enter the vine-haired girl, who moaned desperately as she felt her untouched body stretch to accommodate her lover.
Itsuka never stopped touching Ibara’s body, even as Izuku began to thrust, making Ibara clutch Itsuka’s hands for support as Izuku fucked her tenderly and lovingly, filling her pussy completely and driving away any lingering regrets she had.
He pushed up against her, and Ibara felt something deep inside her sing with pleasure, until her whole existence was focused on the warm, pleasant feeling of being claimed.
Then Izuku began to move, pushing in and out of her in long, slow thrusts that set her body alight, and Ibara’s breath was stolen from her in a wordless cry of love.
“How does it feel, Ibara?” Itsuka asked gently in between thrusts, “do you like having sex with me and Izuku?”
Ibara moaned, “Y...yes, I love it soo muuch! He’s...so big, and hot, and I feel like...I’m being filled. ”
Itsuka smiled and said, “I know, he’s such a good lover. And if you think that’s being filled, just wait until he cums. You’re going to be overflowing with his warm sperm, and it’s going to be the best thing you’ve ever felt.”
Izuku was speeding up now, and Ibara could feel breasts shaking along with the rest of her every time his cock stroked her g-spot, stimulating her almost beyond her ability to withstand.
Itsuka’s fingers never let up, either, guiding Ibara’s hips as she pushed against Izuku, dancing over the arched and tender form of her lover as Izuku introduced the thorny-haired girl to a new world of love and pleasure.
“Yes! I want Izuku’s seed! Give it to me!” Ibara begged, no longer caring for appearances as her eyes rolled back with every thrust and her breasts bounced wildly with Itsuka’s fingers pinched around her nipples.
Ibara could feel something winding up low inside her, like a spring getting compressed more and more with each time Izuku pounded into her tight pussy.
Itsuka looked up at Izuku, who was nearing his own climax; the erotic scene in front of him proving too much for his stamina.
Itsuka said, “You heard her, Izuku! Fill her up! Pour all your love into her pussy!”
Izuku groaned, and leaned down to mash his lips into Ibara’s.
She kissed him desperately, letting his tongue wrap around hers as he gave one last shuddering thrust into her, and she wrapped her legs around his torso, acting on instinct.
Itsuka kissed both of them as Izuku came inside Ibara, groaning as the vine-haired girl cried out in ecstasy, her own climax coming as the first spurt of her lover’s seed hit her womb.
Itsuka had been right; Ibara thought that being filled with Izuku’s cum was the best thing she’d ever felt.
Panting, Izuku shot more ropes of cum into Ibara until she wasn’t sure how her womb could hold it all.
Then, he pulled out and slumped onto the other side of her, and Ibara lay back, exhausted.
But Itsuka and Izuku weren’t done with her yet. As they lay next to her, each of them seized one of the plant-haired girl’s nipples and began to suck, Itsuka spreading her lover’s pussy wide as Ibara felt Izuku’s cum start to trickle out of her.
She wanted to keep every drop inside her, so Itsuka beginning to rub her clit as she leaked it made her sad.
Gently, Itsuka said, “Do you like making love with us, Ibara?”
Ibara nodded.
Itsuka pressed, “Do you think it’s sinful to make love with the ones you love, Ibara?”
Ibara shook her head.
Itsuka smiled, and finished, “Do you want to keep making love with us every day, Ibara?”
Ibara nodded desperately, and finally croaked, “Y-Yes...I want you to love me and fill me every day...until we get married...and then every day after that…”
Itsuka replied, “Good, Ibara, because we’re going to show you all the ways we can play with your sweet body, and how much you’ll love them all.”
Itsuka wasted no time in starting just one of those, getting Izuku to join her in slowly and tenderly lapping Ibara’s trembling body.
Ibara decided that as long as it was with them, she was sure it wasn’t a sin to be so tenderly loved.
She let herself sink into the embrace of their love, outside fears slipping away as they worshiped every inch of her.