Asuka-senpai pinned both of my hands above me and sat on top of me, not letting me move a muscle.
My legs, before I knew it, had been tied to the table, making it impossible to move.
Kaori-senpai, seemingly getting into the mood and finding her rhythm, said: “You know what cunnilingus is, right?
Come on, do it.” She positioned her “secret lips,” which were gradually overflowing with lewd juices, over my face as if straddling a Japanese-style toilet.
Her soft, neatly trimmed pubic hair brushed against my nose as she lowered her warm, wet pussy onto my mouth.
Kaori-senpai’s modest yet perfectly shaped C-cup breasts, with their delicate pink nipples, jiggled slightly as she adjusted her position.
Her long, silky black hair cascaded down her back and shoulders, framing her usually gentle and refined face that was now flushed with arousal.
Her elegant, slightly upturned eyes were half-lidded with lust.
My mouth was unintentionally covered, and I let out pathetic, muffled noises, but that only seemed to please Kaori-senpai more.
Although it was light, the weight of her body pressed down even harder on my face, smothering me with her slick folds.
Her pussy was warm, slick, and had a clean feminine scent mixed with a hint of sweetness from the bath she had taken earlier.
While inhaling the slightly sweet, feminine scent of Kaori-senpai’s neatly groomed pubic hair through my nose, I carefully began cunnilingus.
I sucked on her swollen clitoris with my lips and inserted my tongue deep into her slick labia majora, licking and swirling inside her dripping entrance.
Her inner walls clenched around my tongue as more nectar flowed out, coating my lips and chin.
Then, perhaps getting excited, Kaori-senpai began to moan while letting out small cries, her hips twitching above me, her toned thighs from years of euphonium practice squeezing the sides of my head.
Consequently, my meat rod, conveying my excitement, towered even higher, throbbing visibly, the veins pulsing along its length as pre-cum beaded at the tip.
“I realized while watching an AV today, I’ve always wanted to try giving a blowjob…” Haruka-senpai, whose rational restraints had vanished—unlike her usual self—began to lick my meat rod with intense dedication, though she seemed completely inexperienced.
Haruka-senpai had a healthy, athletic build with firm B-to-C cup breasts that were perky and sensitive, her short dark hair slightly messy from the alcohol and excitement, and her usual bright, reliable senpai aura completely melted into something wild and hungry.
Since I had just taken a bath, I shouldn’t smell like sweat.
However, being licked by someone different from usual gave me a unique sense of bashfulness as her warm tongue traced every ridge and vein of my shaft.
Asuka-senpai, watching me being shy, started masturbating to the sight of me appearing to be gang-raped in an orgy.
Apparently, she finds excitement in the sight of me being gang-raped.
Asuka-senpai’s tall, slender yet curvaceous figure was on full display—her large, soft D-cup breasts swayed as she touched herself, her long dark hair loose and slightly damp, giving her sharp, intelligent face an even more alluring, almost predatory look without her usual glasses.
She must be excited by this completely different preference.
While showing me her panties, she was touching her secret lips and clitoris, and those navy-blue panties were already soaking wet, the fabric clinging transparently to her swollen folds.
Incidentally, perhaps because she just got out of the bath, she wasn’t wearing her glasses, but Asuka-senpai’s wet hair looked glossy and beautiful, framing her sharp, intelligent face.
A scenario writer I like once said that the “pot lid theory” applies perfectly to glasses.
Glasses are what make the original material possess a different kind of charm.
While all this was happening, I moved toward the finish for Kaori-senpai, who was pressed against my mouth.
I extended my tongue as far as it would go and concentrated my attack near the G-spot, sucking and licking relentlessly, my lips sealed around her clit while my tongue flicked rapidly inside her.
“Ah, aah!
Your tongue is intense!” Kaori-senpai moaned over my face, showing an intensity quite different from her usual calm demeanor.
Her modest but beautifully shaped breasts heaved with each breath as she rode my face, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
While getting showered in the man-juice that was endlessly flowing from Kaori-senpai, I diligently and vigorously licked her slit.
Haruka-senpai, perhaps waiting for my ejaculation, was diligently stroking my penis with her mouth, making crude juppo-juppo sounds as her saliva dripped down the shaft and coated my balls.
Perhaps she had studied by watching the pay-per-view broadcast playing beside me, because her hands were gradually getting used to it, and now she even started groping my testicles—my “baby-making machines.” That crude handling, so different from the careful way Kumiko does it; I wonder if Haruka-senpai realizes that this unfamiliar ball-stroking experience is also fresh and feels good to me?
Her fingers kneaded and rolled them gently yet firmly, sending jolts of pleasure up my spine.
——If it continues like this, I’m going to ejaculate in her mouth.
Asuka-senpai approached and, for some reason, began masturbating near the top of my head while I was lying down.
Her fingers moved in rapid circles over her clit, producing wet squelching sounds as her juices dripped onto the floor near my hair.
She was masturbating while facing Kaori-senpai.
The thought “Is this marking?” flashed through my mind for a second.
Kumiko does that to me sometimes, too.
She occasionally goes out of her way to put on lipstick and kiss my neck conspicuously, or sucks on it until it bruises.
And even through her panties, I could already tell that Asuka-senpai was a mess, her arousal visibly soaking through the fabric and running down her inner thighs.