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Sexually Empowered
🕑 Added 2021-10-02 03:00:00 +0000 UTCThugboy woke up with one hell of a hard-on. It was the middle of the night and his memory of the previous day came in snatches enough for him to fill in the dots or connect the lines or—
Emp had been having another (minor) crisis and needed an oxytocin cure of an all-night cuddle puddle with him and Ninjette. There’d been plenty of sake and party games with Demonwolf and a full-on Linda Lovelace blowjob meant to drain him before, as underweared as a set of Mormons, they slumber partied. Emp in the typical tattered ruins of her costume, Kozue in bra and panties, and him in his trunks.
Sleeping with two women—even if not in the traditional understanding of the phrase—was reason enough for a hard-on. And even if it weren’t platonic… which it wasn’t wholly… his last memory before drifting off was of Emp grinding and squeezing on him as she usually did. She was still pressed up against him, sandwiched between his body and Kozue’s.
Thugboy opened his eyes to look at her, his vision quickly adjusting to the dim light coming in from the open windows; had to laugh at how, in their zeal over how innocent this was, they’d actually left the blinds open. But at least it meant he got to see Emp clearly.
His lustful gaze roamed from the cuteness of her contentedly slumbering face to those succulent breasts, all the more tempting under the layer of paint she called a costume. Then down to the swell of her soft, luscious belly. Her tattered costume didn’t cover the pale white, making his sluggish brain mistake the portion of her second skin holding her pubis for a triangle of pubic hair. He’d seen her bare pussy plenty, usually shaven—the implication of a pubic thatch struck his whimsically tipsy mind like an invitation engraved in the spread out nakedness of her thick thighs.
Fuck, no wonder he was horny, sleeping up next to that, waking up next to that. If it weren’t for Ninjette being in the same bed, on the other side of Emp, he’d be waking her up for some serious morning glory. Or at least jerking off onto that unbelievably voluptuous body, getting off on the sight of her slowly rising and falling chest like internet porno could never make him come. He had to have a little taste, even with Kozue right there.
Thugboy ran his hands over Emp’s curvy body, marveling at the satiny sleekness of her costume, and how even that wasn’t as silky smooth as her bare skin. His erection insistently rammed out from his crotch, grinding against his trunks in its hearty pulses, and Thugboy wondered if he might come in his pants just from feeling Emp up a little. He couldn’t do that—even if the thought of coming on Emp’s unconscious body was kinda sexy, the way she’d wake up and realize what had happened, getting all flustered before demanding more from his bloated balls.
(That thought got Thugboy so close to ejaculating he was pretty sure it counted as edgeplay.)
But having a cum stain on one of his good pairs of briefs… Growling, Thugboy lowered his trunks until his stiffened erection popped out of its confinement. Relief, in a way. He wasn’t close to coming anymore, but the feel of the crisp air under the sheets—seemingly saturated with the presence of Emp’s perfumed body—sent him to a new plateau of arousal. Emp had to sense it too, gasping, a ripple going through her body, before she pulled herself tighter to his flesh and moaned in her sleep.
“Thug,” she cooed, sounding for all the world like she was having a wet dream. For all Thugboy knew, she was. Her nipples were hard, chiseling into his bare chest, and he could feel her hips stirring, lightly impacting against his lower body in little microcosms of lap dances.
Thugboy couldn’t take it anymore. He had two choices. Slip away, relieve himself—if any amount of masturbation or cold showering could satisfy his current desire for Emp. But it seemed impossible to get out of Emp’s grip on him; the original iron fist in the velvet glove. Or he could fuck her and hope Jette didn’t wake up.
There was no way Kozue would wake up, Thugboy immediately assured himself. She’d practically drunken her weight in sake—easily as much as him and Elissa put together! He looked over Emp’s wonderfully curvaceous body and saw that Kozue was fast asleep, drooling. She even looked like she was snoring… Thugboy would’ve thought the sound had cut out if he saw her like this in a movie with no accompanying snores… he supposed ninjas trained too hard to let a little thing like drinking themselves into a coma get them to make noise.
Driven by lust, Thugboy began to stroke the magnificent hills curving out from Emp’s abundant little waist. He hoisted her up until her breasts were in his face, pressing his mouth to a nipple, and sucked on it. Emp moaned in willing surrender, her legs flailing out in an automatic attempt to wrap around his body, even as her eyes remained tightly shut in whatever stage of REM the sake had washed her too.
Thugboy could’ve laughed at himself, spending time on foreplay when his partner was literally asleep. He reached down to rip her costume away from her loins—it came off like Saran wrap—and immediately felt how wet she was, her labia dripping wet, ready to soak his cock with her arousal. Thugboy smiled drunkenly. That simplified things. Maybe Emp was just cozying up to him when she said she needed to lubricate him with some mouthplay because she was afraid his big prick would tear her little pussy. But in the state he was in, Thugboy felt like he could fuck his way through the hull of a submarine.
He rolled on top of her, in turn forcing Emp onto her back, partially on top of Kozue… but already Thugboy had gone too far to turn back, to adjust anything. His cock had already slid into her cunt like a heat-seeking missile. He put his arms around Emp, grabbing up Kozue’s sleeping body too in his inebriated enthusiasm, and started on the sexual rhythm, going as slowly and gently as he could while hot lava was engorging his cock.
Feeling the soft, plump pressure of Emp flood his raging erection, Thugboy once again could only marvel at her femininity. She was all woman and his cock was a stiff tool, perfect for doing the job he’d given to it. His hips sped up, pumping his body down onto Emp, their combined flesh crashing down onto the slumbering Kozue as well.
Thugboy could restrain himself even less now. Some flashing, blaring part of his mind told him that he had to rush—that Emp or Kozue could wake at any moment. Then he looked down and saw that Emp already had, her drowsy eyes staring up at him, pupils dilated with the sexual satiation she’d abruptly been consumed by.
“It’s you…”
“I need you, Emp,” he groaned softly, still thrusting into the lovely acceptance of her body. “I can’t stop!”
“Thugboy…” Emp’s voice drifted off into nothing as her eyes rolled back in her head. Perhaps her wet dream had primed her as much as Thugboy’s morning wood had him. Maybe she thought she was still dreaming… although with her neurosis, she was probably conscious of having a sex dream while in the arms of her bestie as well as her boyfriend.
Thugboy couldn’t bring himself to care. All he knew was that her sex wasn’t objecting at all to how his prick was going into it. He kept ramming himself into her and hugging her to his chest, determined to keep going until she took all the white-hot cum he had to give.
There was no stopping now, no thinking or regret. Thugboy reached around Emp’s soft body, grabbing hold of her ass, letting out a hateful snarl when he felt her panties in the way. He ripped the thin fabric off and gripped her amazingly supple buttocks, nostrils flaring like a bull as his fingers sunk into the soft, ripe flesh. Reaching between them, he toyed with Emp’s tightly clenched anus.
“I’m going to fuck your ass with my finger,” he said, pressing into her sphincter. Emp quivered, moaning, broadcasting both alarm and curiosity. Thugboy managed to be a little gentle as he probed his finger into her ass—only a short ways at first, then deeply. Emp seemed to accept it as much as she had his prick and so Thugboy fingered her there, in her asshole, rutting into it the same way his cock was fucking into her cunt. Each time his hips pulled back, he stabbed his finger toward her bowels.
"Huuhn! Huuhn! Huuuunh!"
Thugboy couldn’t quite make out what Emp was trying to say in her little gasps and moans. She was crying out so much that she sounded like two women sighing at once. But he didn’t need a translator for her physical reaction. Her body was like a seething volcano, ready to erupt, as if he’d infected her with all the lust he’d felt and now she needed it sated as much as he did.
Thugboy threw his head back, shaggy hair throwing off beads of sweat, and shut his eyes tight, his jaw clenched, as he kept up the charge into Emp’s welcoming gates.
“Yeah, YEAH!”
“Oh, shit, yes, get my little asshole all fucked!” a feminine voice panted up from under him. He’d never heard Emp sound like that before, but it only fired him up more. “Oh hell, it feels all juicy and tingly! I really need to be fucked in the ass today, Thugboy! Uhggggmm! Keep loosening up my asshole! I want you to fuck my ass, get your cock in my big fat ass!”
Even that couldn’t deter Thugboy from his current frenzy. Emp’s pussy felt too good for him to do anything else. He couldn’t pull out of her even if the entire Swedish Bikini Team was offering to run a train on him. He kept fucking her; Emp’s cries increased in volume as she neared her climax. Her belly slapped against Thugboy’s hardened abs, their bodies pounding together with mutual demand. Then a long, loud cry told Thugboy that his willing victim had reached orgasm. She shrieked again as he released his load mercilessly into her ravaged sex.
“THAT’S! WHERE! IT! GOES!” Thugboy roared, his entire body clenched in perfect need, then suddenly deluged with release. His shouting voice echoed through the apartment; he had forgotten all about not waking Ninjette up and was beyond caring about it anyway.
Which was ironic, seeing as his middle finger was in her ass.
***
When Thugboy had jammed his finger into Kozue’s asshole, thinking in his bleary, half-awake state that it was Emp’s, Kozue had flinched with pleasure. She’d been having her own wet dreams of late—for a while now—starring her and Thugboy, or her and Emp, or all three, or even just the other two while she watched. Voyeurism she’d managed to stop herself from doing in real life, no matter how many opportunities the couple gave her, so her subconscious made up for it with a vengeance.
Under other circumstances, Kozue would never have been caught so unaware. There would’ve been decapitations aplenty before she even opened her eyes. But as hot as Emp and Thugboy had been, she’d been hotter. Her needs going far longer without being tended to. Her inhibitions far lower. Her defenses down, her mind awash in the safety and security of being subsumed in all the warmth of her two friends-and-nothing-else.
She enjoyed giving Emp comfort and she enjoyed taking comfort from her. Being fingered somehow only felt like more of that comfort—what it had been getting her ready for. So when Thugboy’s thick, blunt finger entered her, all Kozue could think was that it was just the right size.
She wondered if more would be forthcoming. The thought of having her asshole be even more penetrated frightened her, but it filled her with hunger too. And Thugboy didn’t help, working his finger back and forth, loosening up the tightly held muscle. When he felt her anus relax, he thrust in another finger. Then Kozue’s rapturous shouts began.
She was aware now, somewhat, that Emp was out of commission—even if she didn’t have much Japanese blood left in her bloodline, there was nothing subtle about how Emp did ahegao. And judging from the marathon sex sessions she’d heard through the walls, it was clear Thugboy rarely stopped at one orgasm either. Kozue didn’t think about if he was cheating on Emp or if they were having a threesome or why they’d decided on a threesome while she was passed out. She was too drunk, too horny, and the fuck had already started—she wanted to finish it.
Kozue rolled over onto her knees, the velocity of her body throwing off the shreds of her panties that Thugboy’s ripping hands had left behind. Then she was braced against the headboard with her shoulder, her arms up behind her back, shamelessly holding her buttocks as far apart as she could get them.
“Come on, put it in!” she gasped. “Oh shit, you’ve got my asshole so fucking horny! I need to be assfucked so bad! Fuck my butt, Thugboy! My hole needs your big cock!”
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