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Chapter 2: Three’s The Way
“What the bloody Hell’s going on here?” Rika Minami asked, her voice low and growly.
Before the SAT Sniper, on her knees and bent at the waist, knelt her friend, Shizuka Marikawa—once Fujimi High’s acting Nurse—completely naked. Her buxom chest, hardened nipples hanging just inches from the ground, bounced and jiggled with every movement; a thin waist, reddened with hand marks; and hips, gleaming with a mixture of love juices, that bounced gleefully against the person behind her.
Behind Shizuka, his face turning pale at the sight of Rika standing in the doorway, knelt Komuro Takashi. Jeans discarded off to the side, boxers hanging around his ankles, the young man—his birthday just days before signifying his newfound adulthood—had his hands upon Shizuka’s waist. His member, slick with her love juices, slid easily from within the Nurse’s womanhood; a moan of disappointment escaping the Nurse at the sudden absence of Takashi within her.
“Oh . . . Uh,” Takashi stammered, his face continuing to grow paler with each passing moment, stupidly searching for some reason, some excuse as to what Rika had walked in on.
“Hey Rika,” Shizuka, whether oblivious to the air of awkwardness or just uncaring, called out.
The Nurse’s face, usually a blank mask—her air-headed expression and tendencies well-known throughout the group—of emotion, was twisted upwards; cheeks flushed from pleasure and eyes downcast in disappointment.
“I repeat,” Rika spoke once again, eyebrows knitting themselves together as she starred at the two; Takashi, love juice covered member growing flaccid, and Shizuka, hipping desperately rubbing themselves against Takashi’s groin and stomach. “What’s going on in here?” Rika repeated, voice growing steely as her gaze flicked between the two.
Any remaining pleasure Takashi felt had turned icy cold, fear leaving the kneeling young man speechless, tongue-tied as he sought for some kind if explanation, staring up at the purple-haired former SAT Sniper.
“We were having sex.”
Shizuka, brief and to the point, answered abruptly her gaze pointed upwards at the purple-haired Sniper.
Icy cold fear intensifying within Takashi, his hands and face having grown clammy, glanced away from where Rika stood; his gaze, for no more than a second, settling upon the naked form of Shizuka.
From head-to-toe Shizuka bore the type of body most guys would turn to ogle, and He was lucky enough to have seen, felt, and banged—if only for a short time—such an attractive and sexy older woman.
Lowering his head, eyes filled with shame and embarrassment, Takashi’s gaze found itself a home just above his, now flaccid, member.
“That’s what I see,” Rika responded, the Snipers voice cool and frightening as she spoke.
To Takashi the purple-haired Sniper’s words brought a sinking sensation, thoughts of punishment too horrid to imagine racing through his head. Rika, the most recent addition to their group some eight months before, had become a welcome addition to their small group; a mentor and leader, her time as an SAT Sniper distinguishing her from the others. But this Rika was different, her facial features somewhere between disbelief and anger.
“Shizuka,” the purple-haired SAT Sniper snapped.
The sharpness of her voice drawing the attention of the buxom-chested blond Nurse.
“I know we’ve talked about this,” Rika continued, the words she spoke earning her a quizzically raised blond eyebrow. “Age, while it may not carry the same importance it once did, should still be considered before doing anything. Just because someone is old enough—whether that’s Takashi, Hirano, or one of the girl’s—does not mean it’s right.”
Her lecture coming to a close Rika, a tanned foot actively drumming away at the hardwood floor beneath, stood staring down upon the blond-haired Nurse.
“I’m sorry,” Shizuka responded sheepishly, brown eyes looking up to meet Rika’s before making their way back to the floor.
Nod.
Rika, seemingly satisfied by her buxom-chested friends’ response, once again shifted her gaze, red eyes settling upon the other naked figure within the room.
"And you—”
“Takashi didn’t do anything,” Shizuka interjected, buxom chest—nipples still tender and erect from their prior stimulation—swinging wildly as she rose to her feet. “It was me, I started all of this,” Shizuka added stepping forward.
To Takashi the sight of a naked Shizuka, the insides of her thighs slick from the love juices that poured out from within her womanhood, bearing down upon Rika appeared almost comical. Stripped naked, an earnest and almost pleading look in her eyes, Shizuka stood tall, Rika’s dark-skinned hand clasped within her own paler hands.
“It was me,” Shizuka pleaded softly.
“Is that so?” Rika asked quizzically, gaze sweeping between the two naked figures before her. “And why might that be?” Rika added, her gaze locking onto the buxom-chested former School Nurse.
“I f-felt,” Shizuka stammered, brown eyes shifting—searching or somewhere, other than at Rika, to look—as she spoke.
“What was it you felt?” Rika interrupted her friend’s response.
“I was horny,” Shizuka cried out, her voice rising in embarrassment; “is that alright?” Shizuka cried out once again.
Gobsmacked, caught off guard by the directness of her response, Takashi knelt with his eyes wide—his prior avoidance of staring at Shizuka’s naked body forgotten—watching the blond-haired Nurse. For her part Rika stood with a blank expression spread across the tanned skin of her face all while Shizuka squirmed uncomfortable before Rika’s gaze.
“So, you were horny?” Rika asked, an eyebrow inching its way up her forehead.
Nod.
“Yes,” Shizuka responded softly, her voice barely loud enough to hear. “I was horny, and . . . and it’s been a while since we last did it,” Shizuka added, brown eyes growing wide as she gazed at her purpled-haired friend.
Cursing softly, a heavy sigh escaping the usually level-headed SAT Sniper, Rika placed a hand upon Shizuka’s bare shoulder.
“Damnit Shizuka,” Rika repeated, voice loud enough for Takashi to hear what she said. “You should have come to me, had you let me known—preferably sooner than later—we could have done it.”
Takashi, his role now relegated to that of a spectator, knelt watching the two women’s somewhat humorous exchange.
"But—”
“But what?” Rika spoke up, voice cutting Shizuka’s response short. “What stopped you?”
“You . . . You looked busy,” the buxom-chested Nurse responded sheepishly.
“I looked busy,” Rika repeated, her voice rising in volume as she spoke. “Busy I may have been, but,” Rika paused, a tanned hand forestalling Shizuka’s incoming response; “I’m just like you. I get horny.”
Pausing once again, tanned hand absentmindedly creeping its way to her own chest, Rika let her dark gaze settle upon the naked form of her close friend. On many occasions, both before and after the Outbreak, the two friends had comforted each other; for years the two friends—through the best and worst of times—had basked in each other’s presence, nights spent embracing upon silk bedsheets spread across Rika’s bed, as they pleasured one another.
“You get horny? When?” Shizuka asked, drunkenness and euphoric pleasure urging her to ask the questions that first came to her mind.
“Yes, I do,” Rika responded sheepishly, a rare blush forming upon her tanned cheeks.
“Rika, you should have told me,” the blond-haired Nurse cooed; “had I known you felt the same way we could have used that,” Shizuka added, fingers reaching their way down past her stomach to where they provocatively circled the small bean located above her soaked womanhood.
Takashi, unable to suppress it any longer, burst out in laughter as he watched Shizuka flip the tanned SAT Sniper’s scolding upon herself.
“Why? When did—” Rika spoke quickly, red eyes darting between the kneeling figure of Takashi and that of Shizuka.
“If you’d like—and felt like it—we could have used that?” Shizuka interjected excitedly, brown eyes going wide in anticipation.
“But—”
“I’ll go get it,” Shizuka interrupted once again, completely ignoring the Tanned Sniper’s response as she bounded down the hallway, disappearing within a room before reappearing once again with an item in hand.
In her hand Shizuka, brandishing it like Saeko might her sword, held a strap-on. Made of black leather, its thick flesh-like member phallic in shape and size, the strap-on hung limply from Shizuka’s hand. Gobsmacked Rika stood staring, an expression of utter shock and horror spreading across her face, at the blond Nurse and what she held.
“What’re you doing?” Rika burst out loud, reflex sending the Sniper forward in an attempt to grab the item in which Shizuka brandished. “Why’d you bring that out?”
Embarrassment flooding Rika’s face, a deep crimson blush coupled by the SAT Sniper’s quick and frantic movements, only served to draw a laugh from the brown-haired boy who knelt upon the floor.
“Did you want to use it?” Shizuka asked oblivious to her friend’s discomfort.
Rika, dressed in her usual attire—dark green cargo pants; pockets often weighed down with munitions of all sorts, mud and dirt caked combat boots made of dark leather, and a sleeveless black crop top that exposed the tanned skin of her midriff—the purple-haired woman looked vastly different. Rika’s usual cool and calm demeanor was gone, replaced by that of a nervous and embarrassed girl, a look of need evident upon her face.
“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind,” Shizuka added with a soft smile; “you don’t mind, do you Takashi?”
“Wai . . . W-what?” Takashi stammered dumbly in a daze off to the side.
Takashi, caught completely off guard by Shizuka’s question, knelt staring dumbly at the blond nurse. The day, let alone previous hours, had turned out vastly different than he had once thought it might end; never, not even in his wildest dreams, had Takashi thought he’d do that with Shizuka, yet he had. And now, much like Alice might ask about visiting somewhere, Shizuka was inquiring with him about whether she could do those same things with Rika.
“Are you okay if Rika and I do that ?” Shizuka asked once again, her voice having grown meek sounding.
“Oh . . . yeah. I can leave if you two would like?” Takashi, his previous daze broken by Shizuka’s question, replied hurriedly rising to his feet; across the room Shizuka, his response being met by a delighted squeal, pulled Rika into a tight hug.
From where he now stood Takashi watched as Shizuka—unable to contain her excitement any longer, pull away from Rika, her gaze running up-and-down her friends body—grabbed hold of Rika’s crop top. In one motion—much to Rika and Takashi’s surprise—Shizuka, her movements surprisingly smooth and quick, yanked her friend’s shirt up.
For their part both Rika and Takashi had different responses; Rika cried out, her hands attempting to pull her shirt down, in alarm while Takashi stood staring at the sight before him. Her chest, much like the rest of her skin, had been kissed a soft golden-brown by the sun; where Rika had tried to hide them, her hands desperately scrambling to lower her shirt while also covering herself, Takashi caught a glimpse of the very things Rika had tried so desperately to hide. Her nipples, in contrast to her otherwise sun-kissed skin, were a light pink, the nubs erect from pleasure and stimulation.
“Shizuka, what’re you doing?” Rika cried out, any further response from the SAT Sniper silenced when Shizuka claimed her lips.
In complete awe Takashi watched as Rika, her previous resistance now non-existent, melted away into the kiss, the tanned skin of her hands finding purchase upon Shizuka’s rear end. It was a feeling Takashi knew all-too-well; during his time with the blond-haired nurse Takashi, his mind and thoughts filled with euphoric bliss, had often found himself melting into Shizuka.
Slowly—gaze never losing sight of the two women—Takashi made his way over to the couch, the discarded fabric of their underwear scattered around his feet, and took a seat. In the time it had taken Takashi to cross the room Shizuka, to his shock and enjoyment, had lifted Rika’s shirt over her head and discarded it amongst the rest of their clothes.
Breaking away from their kiss, thin stream of saliva still connecting their lips, Shizuka glanced in his direction, a coy smile playing at her lips. “How is it?” Shizuka cooed softly, her gaze finding its way to his member.
“I-it’s . . .” Takashi stammered, his mind working in overdrive to find some sort of response; “it’s amazing ,” the boy concluded in wonderment.
Chuckling softly, coy smile only growing wider, Shizuka turned her attention back to Rika.
From where he sat Takashi watched as Rika and Shizuka resumed their previous activity. To Takashi the sight of Rika and Shizuka—their bodies pressed up against each other while lips battled for dominance over the kiss—was like a dream; rarely, only in the video Takashi had watched online, had he ever seen two women, their bodies incredibly well-endowed, bask in each other’s presence like they were here. Inch-by-inch their fingers traced each other’s body, stopping occasionally to suckle, nibble or tease a certain area.
It wasn’t long before Shizuka, eager to advance their state of being, slid a hand down to Rika’s pants. In one smooth motion Shizuka, with the assistance of a wriggling Rika, had the tanned Sniper’s pants on the floor.
Mouth agape Takashi sat staring at the SAT Sniper—or more accurately—at her choice of underwear.
“Oh, you wore them ,” Shizuka commented in a soft voice; “ they look cute,” the blond added, a hand caressing the outside of Rika’s soft pink, tied-at-the-side panties.
To Takashi the sight of Rika, a growing blush forming upon her cheeks. It was an uncharacteristic sight, since he had first met Rika, all those months ago, he had been amazed by her ability to remain cool-headed in the most dire of situations while also being able to teach and pass on her knowledge of tactics. But this Rika, her cheeks tinged a light rose, was entirely different. Clad in only her underwear, the strings on either side of her panties tied in neat bows, Rika seemed to squirm and shiver, not in discomfort but anticipation, as Shizuka slid a hand within the pink fabric while the other slowly tugged at and unfastened the bow on the left side.
Still staring Takashi watched in amazement, his gaze intently following Shizuka’s hand as it deftly pulled at the string on the opposite side, as Rika’s panties fell to the floor, leaving her completely naked.
“So beautiful,” Takashi whispered softly, the sound of his voice drawing a quiet chuckle from Shizuka.
“Right?” Shizuka replied, her gaze settled upon the tanned skin of her friend. “It’s almost too good to resist,” Shizuka added before diving in to capture Rika’s lips once more.
Takashi, enthralled by the sight of the two women, watched as Shizuka playfully toyed with the lips and bead of Rika’s womanhood. Rika, for her part, had thrown her head back, moans of ecstacy escaping her lips as Shizuka’s fingers danced across—the Nurse’s smooth digits diving within—her, now arousal swollen, womanhood.
Rika, sensing the outward motion of Shizuka’s fingers, retaliated in the only way she could; grabbing hold of Shizuka’s rear with one hand Rika pulled the blond in close, her fingers finding their way to Shizuka’s womanhood.
Their positions now reversed, Rika’s sudden attack unexpected, Takashi stared in amazement. Shizuka, seemingly caught off guard by Rika’s sudden attack, threw her head back; Shizuka’s neck exposed Rika dove in, lips trailing a series of wet suckling kisses down the Nurse’s neck. With each kiss and suckle Rika gave Shizuka cried out in a husky voice, her moans of ecstacy sounding off and echoing throughout the room.
“How does that feel?” Rika, a smile of satisfaction spreading across her face, asked pulling away from Shizuka.
“It, it feels great ,” Shizuka whispered in a soft voice.
“That’s good,” Rika chirped in; “then why don’t we get to the Main Event ,” Rika added, her fingers—previously embedded within Shizuka’s womanhood—grabbing hold of the object Shizuka had previously gone to retrieve.
Eyes growing wide Takashi watched as Rika slid the harness up her tanned legs, pulled at a series of straps to tighten the harness around her waist, and take hold of the flesh-like phallic object that now dangled between her legs.
“Get over here ,” Rika ordered, her voice hard and commanding, grabbing hold of Shizuka forearm.
Dragging Shizuka toward the, now unoccupied, couch—the same one Takashi and Shizuka had started out on—the SAT Sniper, now in full command of the situation, lowered herself and Shizuka onto the couch. Entranced by the sight Takashi watched as Shizuka, insatiable lust driving her on, straddled Rika and took the flesh-like phallic member in her hand guiding it to her entrance. And with a single satisfied moan, her voice soft and sensual, the flesh-like phallic member sank within Shizuka.
It didn’t take long, just a handful of moments—Shizuka, growing accustomed to the size of the strap-on, while Rika sensually kissed her way up Shizuka’s chest and neck—passing, before their movements began. Slow experimental upward thrusts soon rose to become a fast and feverous chorus of rhythmic moans and cries; with each upward thrust of her hips Rika was met by Shizuka, the sound of skin hitting skin intermingled with the moans that escaped the two women.
“How’s it feel?” Rika asked, her voice raspy and faint as she tried to catch her breath.
Above her Shizuka, cheeks flushed from the pleasure she felt, lowered herself to where her lips drew level with Rika’s. “ It feels amazing ,” Shizuka responded in a sultry voice, her lips briefly capturing hold of Rika’s before backing away. “Although . . .” Shizuka added, her voice trailing off as she glanced at the only other figure in the room.
“Although what?” Rika asked quizzically, her gaze following the nurses to where it lay on the brown-haired boy.
Takashi, his previous enrapturement broken by the sound of Shizuka’s voice, glanced around the room searching for somewhere to look. For the better part of twenty minutes Takashi, his member going from semi-erect to fully erect, watched as Rika and Shizuka, lost within the lust they felt, pleasured each other. But now, a pause having come over the two women, Takashi found himself the centre of attention.
“ This —you and I—feels great. . .” Shizuka spoke softly, her voice once again trailing off. “But That ,” Shizuka added, her eyes hungrily eyeing Takashi’s member; “ That feels and tastes amazing,” Shizuka concluded, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
“ Oh , I see,” Rika responded, her gaze having trailed its way down Takashi chest and abdomen until her eyes caught sight of the boy’s member. “Must be nice to be young ,” Rika commented softly, her gaze narrowing in—much like it would staring down the scope of her rifle—on his member.
“Want to join?”
Takashi, completely caught off guard by Shizuka’s question, could only stare in disbelief at the blond-haired nurse; Rika, for her part, sat staring at the brown-haired boy with a smile on her face.
“Wh-what?” Takashi stammered dumbly, brown eyes flitting between the naked forms of Rika and Shizuka.
“Why don’t you come join us ?” Rika added with a sensual smile, her purple-haired head popping out from behind Shizuka’s curvaceous figure.
Unsure of what to do or how to respond Takashi sat staring, his jaw slack and eyes wide in a mixture of shock and amazement, at Rika and Shizuka. Not long ago, maybe half an hour before, Takashi—his member, still slick with a mixture of their love juices, previously buried within Shizuka’s dripping folds—had found himself cowering as Rika scolded the pair; now , a short time later, Takashi found himself staring at the pair of women, an invitation to join them hanging in the air for acceptance.
“C’mon Takashi,” Shizuka whined needingly, her brown eyes staring lustfully at the boy.
“Are you sure?” Takashi stammered softly, his gaze alternating between the pair of faces that stared lustfully in his—and, more importantly, his member’s—direction.
“Yeah,” Rika responded shortly with a nod of her head; “now get over here ,” the tanned SAT Sniper ordered.
Takashi, unwilling to disobey the Sniper’s order, rose to his feet; his steps mechanical and awkward, body rigid and nervous, Takashi made his was across the room, eventually coming to a stop just shy of the two women.
“Uh . . . where would you like me ?” Takashi asked nervously, the sight of their naked bodies—Rika, her ample tanned chest rising-and-falling with each breath she took, and Shizuka, phallic flesh-like member still buried deep within her—sending spikes of excitement coursing throughout his body.
“Well . . .” Shizuka responded sensually; reaching out, fingers wrapping themselves around Takashi’s forearm, Shizuka pulled the brown-haired boy forward to where he stood, shins brushing against the couch. “ There , that’s perfect ,” Shizuka purred softly.
And with those words Takashi, like he had some time before, found himself drowning in a warm and wet pleasure. Having pulled Takashi forward, his member now of full display for both women to see, Shizuka leaned in and engulfed his member with her mouth. From where he stood Takashi watched as Shizuka, in a way he hadn’t experienced before, swallowed his member inch-by-inch until finally, the tip having found its way to the back of her throat, she pulled back and released it from her mouth with a pop, a smile forming on her lips.
“Wow, It’s so big,” Rika, shifting in position to get a better view of Takashi’s member, whispered in amazement.
“I know,” Shizuka responded in agreement.
Smile fading, if only slightly, from her lips Shizuka dove forward; lips, once again, capturing hold of Rika’s the blond-haired nurse, in a way she hadn’t done so before, forced her tongue into the tanned Sniper’s mouth.
“How’s It taste?” Shizuka asked, her tongue and lips having withdrawn themselves from Rika’s mouth.
“It . . . it was amazing ,” Rika murmured in reply, her cheeks having gone flush.
Seemingly satisfied by her friends response Shizuka, her attention having returned to Takashi, dove in. Lips, pink and smooth, sucked and swallowed his member—in a way he had only seen in Adult Videos—like a vacuum as her head bobbed up-and-down. Each bob of Shizuka’s head, her tongue playfully circling and lapping at the head of his member; with every inch of his member that disappeared within Shizuka’s mouth the boy let out a low guttural moan, his hands finding purchase at the back of her head.
For what could have been minutes Takashi basked in the wet warmth that was Shizuka’s mouth, his fingers having knotted themselves in the Nurse’s hair.
“Mind if I try ?” Rika asked, her voice needy and soft.
Having repositioned herself—now seated upright with Shizuka still straddling her waist, the flesh-like phallic object still buried within the blond—Rika wore a look of anticipation on her face. From where she now sat Rika watched as Shizuka bobbed her head up-and-down, her chest bouncing and hips bucking as pleasure overtook her.
Pulling back Shizuka, a thin string of saliva still connecting her mouth to the throbbing member, turned to face her longtime friend. Lifting a hand, fingers gently caressing the tanned skin of Rika’s cheek, Shizuka leaned in, her lips lightly brushing against Rika’s.
Pulling away, her lips curled up in a smile, Shizuka nodded; “Sure.”
And with that , Shizuka’s response short and sweet, Rika leaned forward, her lips widening as she took Takashi’s member within her mouth.
Rooted to the spot, his shins still pressed against the edge of the couch, Takashi watched as Rika slowly swallowed his member. This , the sensation of Rika’s lips and the warmth of her mouth on his member, was unlike anything Takashi had felt before. Her tongue, warm and wet, ran along the underside of his member until finally, tip touching the back of her throat, Rika withdrew. Over-and-over Rika, her lips stretched wide, swallowed his member, a throaty groan escaping her each time the phallic object touched the back of her throat.
Drawing back, lips completely separating themselves from the member, Rika glanced up at him a smile on her face.
“C’mon Big Boy ,” Rika sensually taunted the brown-haired boy, the sound of her voice drawing a chuckle from Shizuka; “Show me what you got. Paint me like you did her ,” Rika whispered, her voice hoarse and filled with lust.
Desire reinvigorated by Rika’s taunting Takashi, his gaze locking onto Rika’s smiling face, nodded his head; “ I’ll paint you , just like I did Shizuka,” Takashi responded, a smile of his own forming.
Rika, not bothering to wait for any further reply, leaned forward once again and captured Takashi’s member—coated in a mixture of fluids; saliva, pre-cum, along with the remnants of his and Shizuka’s love juices—within her mouth. Her previous teasing laid to rest, a look of determination coming across her face, Rika worked at Takashi’s member. Her lips and mouth, warm and wet to the touch, hungrily sucked upon his member in an attempt, aided by the smooth twisting motion of her hand around his member, to milk the seed she so desperately desired.
Unable to withstand the sudden spike of pleasure, his grunts and moans growing steadily in volume, Takashi cried out; “ Ahhh , it-it’s coming .”
His arousal having peaked, climax already upon him, Takashi’s member exploded within Rika’s mouth. Jet after jet of his seed poured forth as Rika, her mouth still wrapped around his member, accepted his seed within her mouth until finally, with a soft and satisfying Pop , the tanned Sniper released his member from her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Pooled at the centre of her tongue, its appearance slightly less viscous than it had been before, sat a collection of his seed.
“How is it ?” Shizuka asked, her thin lips stretched wide in a sensual grin.
Taking Shizuka’s question in stride Rika, tongue darting back within her mouth while her throat bobbed up-and-down, swallowed Takashi’s seed that had accumulated within her mouth.
“It’s . . .” Rika paused, purple-haired head tilting to the side as she thought. “It’s good, probably not as thick as what you got,” Rika paused once more, her gaze locking onto the blond’s smiling face; “but still good.”
Soft giggle escaping her lips, Shizuka turned to face Takashi. “How was it for you?” Shizuka asked, extending a hand, her fingers gently brushing against the skin of his cheek.
“ It was amazing ,” Takashi responded softly, a dumb grin plastered on his face.
This , everything that had transpired during the evening—his first experience, the sheer warmth that was Shizuka’s womanhood, along with the sight of Shizuka and Rika pleasuring each other—felt like a dream to the brown-haired young man.
Giggling once more, her lust-filled sensual smile growing wider, Shizuka opened her mouth. “Well . . .” voice trailing off as she rose from where she sat, her womanhood releasing the flesh-like phallic member that hung around Rika’s hips. “If you’d like we can continue this somewhere else,” Shizuka added in a soft voice.