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It was almost perfect. A relaxing evening at home, one hand diving into a bowl of sweet popcorn, the other entwined within her girlfriend’s fingers as Madoka watched a film with her. It didn’t really matter what, of course, and she knew that Homura wasn’t paying attention. The turns away from the screen she would make to plant a little kiss upon her cheek, or more daringly her neck and collarbone, told Madoka everything she needed to know about Homura’s priorities this evening. Best of all, of course, was that Madoka’s parents weren’t home and wouldn’t be until tomorrow afternoon.
The last few from her girlfriend, right at the limit of what would be acceptable around friends, had really put her on edge. Madoka could feel her panties beginning to uncomfortably tug against her skin as blood started to rush into the cock that sat between her legs. The whispered suggestions and lurid texts they had sent to each other over the past week, in anticipation of this opportunity, rushed back into her thoughts. Such a perfect opportunity to make love to each other all night was had to come by, and they both knew the movie night stuff was just a flimsy pretext for it all.
So that’s why it was only almost perfect. Sat on the other side of the sofa was Sayaka, inexplicably interested in the banal trash that to Homura and Madoka was barely more than dim, flickering lighting to set the scene. Madoka, leaning away from a kiss from Homura that had started to trail just a bit too far down her neck, looked over to Sayaka. Her friend knew that she was dating Homura – that was no secret – so the handholding and occasional kiss was no surprise. Regardless, Homura was escalating with each risqué move, culminating in a hand sneaking up beneath Madoka’s skirt seeking out her erect dick.
It was a good thing that Sayaka was, unlike herself, actually paying attention to the movie, as she had no doubt a simple glance across would reveal far more about her relationship than would be appropriate. Still, she had no desire to get a handjob while in her friend’s presence. Not even secretly. Regardless, Madoka knew she would get far too vocal from her girlfriend’s experienced efforts for there to be any possibility of maintaining secrecy. Sayaka wasn’t so naive that she wouldn’t pick up on that.
Madoka batted away Homura’s hand from between her legs. “Too much,” she hissed. Direct enough to deter Homura, vague enough to not raise suspicion from Sayaka.
Homura backed off, returning to feigning interest in the movie. “Sorry.”
As frustrating as the situation was, this being the third time in a row a prospective evening of lovemaking with Homura was ruined, Madoka couldn’t be angry. Sayaka was her best friend, and long before she even met Homura, she would regularly have Sayaka over to watch a movie and sleep. Whenever she invited Homura for something that sounded just like one of those nights, Sayaka would practically invite herself along, no doubt thinking it was just another movie night like they used to have. Madoka just couldn’t bring herself to reject her best friend’s request to come too.
“Sorry, gotta use the bathroom,” Sayaka said. Homura jolted her hand away from Madoka’s thighs as Sayaka paused the movie. Frozen, Madoka and Homura looked across for any sign that Sayaka had seen or heard what they were up to, but nothing in Sayaka’s movements raised their suspicions. They both sighed with relief as Sayaka rounded the doorway leaving the room.
Then, Homura returned her attention to Madoka, climbing atop her knees to face her and giving her a deep kiss on the lips, tongues colliding as they fought for dominance over each other’s mouths. With one hand, Homura reached behind Madoka’s head, pushing her fingers between strands of hair to pull her into the smooching even more. Her other hand reached down, fumbling and colliding with a firm spot on Madoka’s skirt. Evidently, her choice of underwear was unable to contain her impressive member at its full size. Homura couldn’t blame her, as her own was already uncomfortably straining against the fabric of her panties too. Madoka yelped into the kiss, the sudden sensation of Homura’s hand against her glans, even through the fabric of the skirt, was too much for her.
“S-she won’t be gone long enough for that!” Madoka blurted out, batting Homura’s hand away again. “Anyway, the mess.”
“I know, it’s just...” Homura placed another kiss on Madoka’s lips. “I’m so desperate. It’s been three weeks, Madoka.”
“We’ll just try again next week.”
“No, Madoka. You need to tell Sayaka that these nights are just supposed to be for the two of us. I know she might take it badly, but simply ignoring the issue won’t make it better.”
Madoka leaned her head against Homura’s shoulder. “Okay, if you insist. But we’re going to explain this to her together.”
When Sayaka returned to the room, she found Homura and Madoka both standing, side by side together, holding hands. She glanced around, puzzled as to why. “Are you both okay?”
“Yeah, Madoka just has something to tell you.” Homura nudged Madoka’s back.
Madoka glanced at Homura, giving her a worried look, before swallowing and turning back to Sayaka. “I want you to know you’re welcome to hang with us, but...”
Homura tightened her grip on Madoka’s hand again. “Go on, you got to do this.”
“Fine, fine.” Madoka shook her head. “These nights we have when my parents are away? They were supposed to be for me and Homura.”
“I know you started invited Homura along to these sleepovers. That’s fine by me.” Sayaka said.
“No, you don’t understand. They were supposed to be for just me and Homura. They’re supposed to be... A sort of date.”
“Well, that’s not a problem. I already don’t mind if you cuddle up together.” Sayaka returned to her seat on the sofa.
“Ugh... Homura, she still doesn’t get it.” Madoka said, now nudging Homura forward to deliver an explanation.
Homura stepped forward. “Sayaka, have you noticed that we have these nights whenever Madoka’s parents are away for a while?”
“Mmh,” Sayaka nodded.
“Well, why do you think that is?” Homura paused, waiting for a reply, but none came from Sayaka. “Perhaps it might be because Madoka and I wanted the house to ourselves so we can do something that girlfriends should only do together in private? Without Madoka’s parents hearing? The movie is just an excuse.”
“Oh, maybe...” Sayaka said, observing Madoka peering out from behind Homura’s shoulder, a look of concern mixed with a blush forming on her cheeks. “Oh... I get it now. You were going to have sex. I’m sorry. I’ve probably made a complete fool of myself, right? I’ll get out of your way.”
“Ah– ” Madoka darted from behind Homura to grab Sayaka’s wrist. “It’s no big deal. You can stay if you want, it’s just for next time. So you know why if I say you can’t come.”
“No Madoka, it’s the least I can do after interrupting what should have been your night with Homura, especially after. Oh, jeez, really, have I ruined it three times now?”
Homura nodded.
Sayaka sighed. “Honestly, if anything, I should be making it up to you two somehow. I’ll just grab my stuff and leave you two to your privacy. Have fun.”
Sayaka stood up and began gathering her belongings, looking to make a hasty exit so that her friends could enjoy the rest of their night undisturbed. She would miss the rest of the movie, sure, but she didn’t mind, mainly because the movie was awful. Madoka’s dreadful choices in what to watch weren’t because of a lack of taste, Sayaka realised, but instead a lack of any intent to actually watch them.
Madoka turned to whisper to Homura. “I feel pretty bad about this. We’re kicking her out.”
“Well, I do have an idea for letting her stay. Since Sayaka said she wanted to make this up to us.” Homura looked behind Madoka, making sure Sayaka was out of range to hear. “She’s a good friend, and someone we trust. This might just be my pent up horniness overriding my sense, but what if we invited her to join us in your bedroom?”
“Homura!” Madoka yelped, before muffling her voice with her mouth before drawing too much attention from Sayaka. “Really!? Would you be okay with that?”
“Yes. You did say you wanted to try a threesome at some point, and you’ve known Sayaka for ages, so why not ask her?”
“I can’t believe you remembered that...” Madoka pouted and then turned to see Sayaka donning her coat. She was very interested in the idea of inviting Sayaka to a threesome. After all, she was certainly attractive, and Madoka did not doubt that her clothing was hiding her best assets, but the possibility of rejection or straining their friendship was eating away at her enthusiasm.
“Hey, wait up Sayaka,” Homura called out, all but deciding for Madoka already. She turned back to whisper to her girlfriend. “She already knows what we’re going to be getting up to, so it can’t go too badly, right? Not to mention she’s a magical girl like us. Imagine just how backed up she must be. Imagine just how good she would feel, how beautifully her body would react, with both our cocks buried deep in her.”
That suggestion reignited Madoka’s lust. Homura was right. Sayaka was a trusted friend, and since their pool of possible girls to invite to a threesome was limited, for the sake of secrecy, to just other magical girls, she was by far the ideal candidate. Sayaka was also much more impulsive and energetic than either of them, so if Homura and Madoka were willing to go through with this, Sayaka almost certainly would. She clenched her fists with determination then stepped forwards, leading Homura along by her hand.
“You can stay, Sayaka, if you want,” Madoka said.
“I don’t mind, really. Besides, I can finish watching the film some other time.”
“No, it’s not that.” Madoka paused. “We wanted to know, would you like to join us in my bedroom?”
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Sayaka kneeled on the floor of the bedroom, peering up at Madoka and Homura and gasping in response to what rested above her. The two had pulled their skirts up, and their underwear down, putting their ample, rapidly hardening cocks on display for Sayaka, and she was more than eager to take in the sight. To go from thinking she had a lonesome journey home through the cold, to having two of her friends looming over her with their dicks out just a few minutes later? She was stunned to the point of being frozen in place by the overwhelming change in the situation.
“What is it Sayaka?” Madoka said, shuffling one pace towards the kneeling girl while continuing to grip the base of her shaft. “Surely you should know that all magical girls are like this? You have one too, right?”
“Of course she does, I can already see it pressing against her shorts.” Homura interrupted.
Sayaka glanced back and forth between the two dicks in front of her. Both were too stunning for her to decide which to get intimate with first. “They’re... really big.”
“Hmm?” Madoka said. “I thought these were pretty normal, at least going by what Kyoko-”
“She was lying about that.” Homura interrupted, before bringing the tip of her penis even closer to Sayaka’s greedy eyes. The reaction granted her an opportunity to establish just how dominant a role she intended to take towards Sayaka. “They’re huge, and you’re going to be taking both of them tonight. This one, and my girlfriend’s even bigger one, all for you.”
Madoka shuffled forwards again, lining herself up so that both her and Homura’s lengths stood side by side, directly over Sayaka’s face. The contrast was stark enough that it hardly needed such a direct comparison, but Sayaka could clearly see that Madoka’s penis easily had an extra inch on Homura’s, and would spread her wider too. Jutting from her slender body, its heft looked outright disproportionate. Sayaka licked her lips, enthused with the idea of her body being used so completely by them, and then brought a hand up.
Gravitating towards the larger of the two, Sayaka tentatively wrapped her hand around Madoka’s length, her thumb unable to meet her fingers around the other side. She gently grabbed her hand along the shaft, noting the adorable way in which her best friend twitched and shuffled in response to each touch. Still with plenty of dick free, Sayaka ran the fingertips of her other hand around the sensitive, smooth skin at the head of Madoka’s dick, slickening it with a bead of precum that had already dribbled from the tip.
Behind Madoka, Homura planted a kiss upon her cheek as she began roaming her hands around her body to the buttons of her shirt. Fumbling, she eventually managed to undo some, all the while alternating between kissing her girlfriend and watching the nervous handjob she was receiving below. Buttons loosed, Homura let it fall to the floor as she slid her palms up from Madoka’s slender stomach and underneath her bra. A quick glance of fingertips across her nipples and Homura returned her attention to undressing, undoing Madoka’s bra with ease.
“Ah,” Madoka hissed as she lurched forwards, reaching a hand down and grabbing Sayaka’s wrist. “Slow down a little, unless you want me ruining your clothes.”
“Already?”
“Homura and I might have gotten a little handsy earlier, during the movie.”
Prying her fingers around Madoka’s half-removed panties, Homura stripped Madoka of her remaining clothing, squeezing and kissing her butt as she went. Finally freed from her clothing, Sayaka was granted an eyeful of every inch of her friend’s flawlessly smooth, flushed skin, and the goosebumps spreading across it in anticipation of what was to come.
Homura kneeled beside Sayaka, nudging against her for attention. “I hate to have to ask, but are you on birth control?
Sayaka halted the lavish attention she had been giving to Madoka’s cock. “Yeah, of course. Ever since I formed a contract.”
“Good,” Homura said, smirking. “It just wouldn’t be the same if we didn’t get to flood every last bit of your pussy with our cum. Madoka and I are on it too, so no need to worry about us either. Now, let’s see what you’ve got under here.”
Homura helped Sayaka pull her shirt over her head, then allowed her space to remove her own bra. Her ample breasts fell free from their confines, Homura gawking at every little jiggle the soft flesh made before diving in with her hands. The perfect size to cup in each hand, she let her fingers sink into the warm, soft flesh, earning a yelp from Sayaka. Big enough to lay her cock between them and form a cosy, hot passage for it, she knew these would be ideal for a titjob, but Homura shut out that thought. The last time she tried to fuck Madoka’s tits, they were just too small for it to feel good, and she didn’t want to make her feel inadequate in comparison to her friend.
Letting her hands roam lower, exploring all the unfamiliar details of Sayaka’s body as she went, Homura reached beneath Sayaka’s shorts until she felt the firm flesh of her dick. She grabbed at it, earning another gasp escaping from the girl’s lips. Homura quickly realised why Sayaka was so shocked when she saw the size of Madoka and Homura’s penis. Hers was much smaller than either of them. Still, there was plenty enough to work over with her hand, so she gave it a few strokes, Sayaka hitching her hips into each, before withdrawing to focus on the rest of the undressing.
Now nude and with all of her features on display to Madoka, Sayaka returned her attention to the cock in front of her. It’s hot, firm surface practically pulsed with need as Sayaka drew Madoka close to her limit with an almost painful slowness. With one hand still free, Sayaka brought her fingers between her legs, rubbing her wet, needy slit in anticipation of receiving later tonight. Homura soon pulled up alongside Madoka, having quickly undressed too.
Homura kissed Madoka. “How is she?”
“Good. I’m -ah- right on the edge. Want to help me finish, or just watch?”
“I think I’m more interested in watching right now. I want to see you cover her.” Homura said. She seated herself on the edge of the bed, eagerly observing each adorable reaction that Sayaka was extracting out of Madoka.
It didn’t take long before Madoka was coming undone by Sayaka’s hands, weeks of desperation and unmet need culminating in this moment. Feeling the slight surge along Madoka’s length right as she reached the limit of her orgasm, Sayaka aimed it upwards, closed her eyes and opened her mouth, eager to make up for all those times she had unintentionally cockblocked Madoka as much as she could. One final, drawn-out moan from the girl above her, and rope after rope of her thick, hot cum streaked its way across Sayaka’s face. Four, then five, then six, the deluge Madoka delivered continued unabated, slathering Sayaka’s mouth and chin until it overwhelmed them and dripped down across her body.
The flow finally stalling, Sayaka released her grasp on Madoka’s cock, allowing her to lower herself to the ground, her legs far too unstable to stand steady. Wiping some of Madoka’s fluids away from her eyes, Sayaka opened them to view the fruits of her labour; her best friend, face flushed, gasping and panting, seated on the ground with a wonderful smile. And, looking down at herself, far more cum than she ever imagined to be possible was splattered over her chest. A suitable reward for just how good she made Madoka feel. Having already swallowed what landed in her mouth, she sought to put on one last show for Homura, sliding a finger through what had landed on her chin and then suckling on it, drawing more of Madoka’s seed between her lips.
“So much,” Sayaka said, half in compliment and half in genuine astonishment.
“It just... It felt really good, Sayaka.” Madoka mumbled between pants.
“Hmm. Maybe I should have warned you about just how much Madoka can let out?” Homura said, offering a bundle of tissues to Sayaka. “Especially when it’s been a while.”
Sayaka took the tissues. “Don’t worry about it.”
Homura went over to Madoka, laying down on the floor, and kneeled in to kiss her on the lips. Dragging her hands across, Homura entwined her fingers with Madoka’s. “Looks like you had fun, but I take it you want to keep going.”
“Mmh, this was a good idea, but I’m nowhere near satisfied yet.”
Homura planted kisses down Madoka’s neck and across her collarbone, suckling at her fragile skin enough to bruise. “Any thoughts on what to do with Sayaka next.”
Sayaka peered over at the two lovers, listening to their conversation. “Yeah, Madoka. No need to hold back. Tell me what you’d like.”
Madoka looked over to Sayaka, observing her flushed face and the far more obvious signs of arousal below her waist. Sayaka was clearly eager, but she knew it wouldn’t work out well. Not yet, at least. Regardless of what Homura said to ease her concerns, Madoka knew just how big she was, and as much as she wanted to hilt her entire length into Sayaka with a single thrust, she didn’t want to hurt her friend. Luckily, she had her girlfriend to help, and it was her turn to have some fun with their new partner. “Let’s take this to the bed. It will be more comfortable if Homura fucks you there.”
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Laying on her back, head just barely resting on the edge of the bed, and with all her assets on display, Sayaka breathed deeply as hands roamed across her body. The single bed did not leave much space for all three girls, so Madoka and Homura had to huddle in tightly around the naked body splayed out across the sheets. Below her, Homura caressed between her legs, while alongside her, Madoka made moves to fondle her soft breasts and gently tug at her nipples. Tonight, she was all theirs to use.
“Have you done anything like this before?” Homura said.
“Yep.”
Madoka grinned, seeing an opportunity for teasing. “Really? Who with?”
“Ah, no. Don’t get the wrong idea,” Sayaka said, shaking her head. “I’ve used a dildo before. Got one after becoming a magical girl. You know what the urges get like.”
“Oh. Well, I assure you that Homura will fill you up far, far better than any of those ever could. Right, Homura?”
“Mmh, just look at how much you’re going to be taking tonight,” Homura chuckled as she lined her cock along the top of Sayaka’s belly, giving her a preview of just how far up her torso it would go once inside her. “And if you please us enough, perhaps Madoka can claim you later as well. Would you like that?”
“Fuck, yes.”
Homura brought two fingers down to Sayaka’s slit, slicking them with her wetness before sliding them inside. Sayaka’s body hitched in response, a gasp leaking from her lips as the intrusion made its way into her pussy. Even the addition of a third finger was only a meagre sampling of what was to come.
Whining as the fingers were withdrawn, Sayaka was left disappointed with her growing neediness unmet. Then, she felt it, the tip of Homura’s impressive, bare cock resting against her entrance. Homura thrust forwards, Sayaka clenching her fists in anticipation, only for Homura’s length to harmlessly slide against her, then again, tantalisingly brushing against her clit each time and driving Sayaka to new heights of frustration.
“Homura, what are you waiting for?” Madoka said, pulling up beside her girlfriend so she could grab onto her hips. “Look how wet she is already. Take her.”
“It’s just,” Homura paused, turning to Madoka with a pleading look. “I’ve waited so long, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold back once I start.”
“I don’t want you to hold back,” Sayaka said.
With those words, Homura nodded, and Madoka helped her guide her hips home. Sayaka’s sudden sensation of delicious stretching at Homura’s entrance into her pussy quickly turned to shock as inch after inch of Homura’s unyielding cock worked their way deeper inside. Her breath almost knocked out of her at how sudden it was, and just how much more real it was than anything she had ever felt inside her before, she tried to relax as she got used to the overwhelming sensation. Then, she realised, it was going to be impossible to relax with Homura hilted inside you and Madoka cheering her on. At least Homura seemed pleased, her eyes clamped shut and a blush crossing her face.
“Whew, that’s it. All of it. Give me a moment to catch my breath...” Sayaka mumbled between pants.
“What?” Madoka said, “There’s still half to go.” A teasing lie, as way more than half was inside already, but Madoka saw no reason not to embellish her girlfriend’s prowess.
“I thought you told me not to hold back?” Homura said, and with that shoved her hips forwards the last inch, until her body was entirely locked against Sayaka.
“Fuck...” Sayaka hissed, eyes flying wide in astonishment at just how much Homura had to give. Just how did Madoka, the shortest of the three, handle something so big inside her? “Madoka, is this what it usually feels like?”
“Yep. Isn’t she great? Go on, Homura, pound her!” Madoka slapped Homura’s ass at the prompt.
Homura began rocking her body against Sayaka. She took in the enveloping comfort of Sayaka’s tight hole, filled to the brim and stretched beyond it by her size. As much as Homura had been permitted to go all out, she knew that would only be uncomfortable for Sayaka, who she could tell by her nervous expression had never before experienced taking something like this. She’d have to start slowly. Below her, Homura could see all the adorable gasps and moans of her new partner, a quiver making its way through Sayaka’s body every time she reached inside her just right. Before long, she felt her own pleasure building, Sayaka’s hot, ever so wet pussy perfectly caressing her entire length. Their moans combined, the sweet sounds escaping their lips and echoing through the room.
Being this vocal is exactly why they needed Madoka’s house to themselves before they did this. It would have been impossible to hide all the lewd sounds from her parents.
“You look so hot, Sayaka. Taking all that on your first time? Good girl,” Madoka licked her lips.
“T-thanks?” Sayaka said, too bewildered by the unfamiliar and amazing sensations Homura was pouring into her body with each movement.
“But watching you two has got me hard again. See? You’ll need to take responsibility for that, Sayaka.”
Madoka moved to kneel just above Sayaka’s head. Grabbing her penis by its base, she placed its tip just above Sayaka’s lips and nose, already feeling Sayaka’s hot breath against it each time Homura bottomed out in her. The eyes of the girl beneath her went wide at the prospect of servicing two girls at once, surrounded by so much of their warmth.
“You know what to do, right?”
Sayaka hummed, breathed in the deep smell of sex, and then held her mouth steady, allowing Madoka to lower the tip of her cock towards her tongue. Pressing along its length, Sayaka savoured the lingering taste of Madoka’s cum from earlier mixing with a fresh drop of pre. The firm, yet gentle skin gradually received a fresh, slick coating of her saliva. Leaning her head back, she opened her mouth wide to allow Madoka entry, just barely the first inch claimed between her lips for her to suckle on. The rocking motions being driven up her body by Homura’s increasingly erratic thrusting made it difficult to keep the depth steady, but Sayaka tried her best.
“Homura, do you think she knows how to suppress her gag reflex yet?”
Sayaka tried to mumble something.
“Probably, hah, not, but she’s a magical girl. She’ll, ah, figure it out.” Homura said.
Sayaka shook her head.
“Don’t worry,” Madoka whispered. “You’ll manage. Slap my thigh if it becomes too much.”
Helping Sayaka crane her neck into the optimal position for entry, Madoka began lowering her hips down, her cock quickly overwhelming Sayaka’s mouth and approaching her throat. Momentarily, Sayaka hitched and choked at the intrusion, and her eyes flew wide as she realised the full weight of just how much she could take. She scrunched them shut again, focusing as she recognised the potential that she never knew magical girls had. She could shut out pain, that she already knew, but shutting out those nerves desperately telling her to gag on the intrusion? That was new, and before long she had managed to calm her body once more.
It was so much. It should be impossible. But she needed Madoka’s entire cock buried down her throat, and she knew she could take it.
“Nnh” Sayaka sputtered, unable to demand Madoka to continue. Instead, she reached an arm around, seeking to cradle Madoka’s pert ass, then pull her further in, forcing herself to take in even more. Before long, she felt her nose press up against Madoka’s dripping pussy, rubbing against its wetness and letting her know there was nothing left for her to take in. She’d managed it. All of it.
“Oh, that’s amazing,” Madoka cooed into the overwhelmingly tight intensity, thoroughly fucking Sayaka’s throat. “She learned fast, Homura.”
Alternating the rhythmic thrusting of their hips, Homura and Madoka built their pace up to a crescendo, rocking Sayaka’s body between them. Their sweet cries of pleasure as they build their way up to their climax were joined only by wet slaps and the muffled moans struggling to escape from Sayaka’s cock-stuffed mouth. Reaching over her body, grabbing Sayaka’s boobs as leverage, Madoka’s lips met Homura’s, capturing each other’s breaths and gasps as they enjoyed everything their mutual friend had to offer.
Below them, Sayaka came, what would otherwise be her adorable cries and gasps muffled by the cock buried down her throat. Her whole body tensed, then relaxed, then tensed again around Madoka and Homura, overcome by the pounding she was taking from both ends. Cum uselessly spurted from Sayaka’s exposed cock in quick bursts, splattering her torso and gathering in a pool at her navel, before the stream reduced to a mere dribble.
Madoka broke the kiss with Homura. “Ah, amazing, she didn’t last long.”
“And she tightened up too. She’s trying to milk me dry.”
“Yeah,” Madoka said, hitching so hard she almost fell forwards onto Homura. “I’m close too.”
Homura gasped as she bottomed out in Sayaka’s pussy one last time with a loud slap of thigh against thigh, unable to hold back her climax any more. She unloaded spurt after spurt of cum deep into Sayaka’s waiting, desperately needy body, painting her insides white with her seed. She struggled to hold onto Madoka as the strength left her limbs, only for her to drag Madoka down with her as her girlfriend’s resolve failed too. Madoka groaned into Homura’s kiss as she drained yet another astonishingly hot, potent load straight down Sayaka’s throat, somehow even more overwhelming than she had managed earlier. Overwhelmed, Sayaka pushed Madoka away, her cock withdrawing from its embrace with a pop and the last few seconds of her orgasm flooding over Sayaka’s tongue.
With that, the three collapsed into a satisfied heap, simply taking in each other’s deep yet shaky breaths in the afterglow. Homura slowly withdrew from Sayaka, giving her room to relax, her overwhelming stuffing of cum slowly leaking from Sayaka’s slit onto the bed.
“That...” Sayaka was the first to break the silence, but only weakly.
“Sayaka?” Madoka said.
“Was amazing, but exhausting. Is this how good it usually is for you two?”
“No” Homura stated bluntly, leaving the other two momentarily nonplussed. “Madoka knows how to fuck way better than I do, and it’s her turn to claim a spot between your legs.”
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It took a break, a quick cleanup of the sweat and more with towels, alongside a drink to rehydrate, before Homura and Madoka explained to Sayaka how they wanted to cap off the night.
‘Anal’ and ‘both at the same time’. Ideas intimidating enough to leave Sayaka reaching for another sip from the glass of water as her throat ran dry.
“Homura, don’t take this the wrong way, because you are impressive, but Madoka is bigger. And, uh, also don’t take this the wrong way Madoka, but you are huge. I have no idea how I’m going to manage that.” Sayaka said, desperately seeking some excuse as her sex-addled mind clashed with what little rational thought she could still muster.
“And that’s why Homura’s going to take your ass, silly. It’ll be much easier that way.” Madoka said, smiling. As if this was just normal.
Well, Sayaka supposed, it probably was normal for them. “It’s not taking one that worries me. It’s both of you at the same time.”
“Sayaka, you’ve not been a magical girl for long, have you? Not found your limits?” Homura said, leaning in uncomfortably close to Sayaka.
“No, I haven’t.”
“Jeez, Homura, you’re scaring her.” Madoka pulled Homura back. “What she meant to say was, think of just how impossible it seemed when I buried myself down your throat, but it worked out wonderfully in the end, right? Is it not worth a try? I’ve got it from Homura before, with the help of some toys. Even that was amazing, but I bet two real dicks will feel even more amazing.”
Sayaka looked up and down Madoka’s slender body. The shortest one there, her already erect again, disproportionately large penis standing proudly from an otherwise seemingly frail form. The exact opposite of what you’d expect to not only be able to handle taking two cocks at once, but to even describe the experience with endless praise. An experience that Sayaka may never get the opportunity to have ever again.
Her resistance broke. “Okay, but both of you stop the moment I tell you to. And nothing in my mouth this time.”
Homura laid a plump pillow out on the bed and invited Sayaka to lay down on it, front-first. Her already erect again cock pushed against the smooth fabric of the pillow, leaving her ass in the optimal position for Homura to access.
“We’re going to need to get you prepped first. No good going in dry, as I’m sure you understand.” Homura said, taking a small bottle handed to her by Madoka. She squirted some of the fluid from the bottle into her hands, rubbing it in her palm and leaving them slick and shiny under the light. “This might feel a bit cold.”
Thankfully, Homura’s hands had already warmed up the lube before it arrived at Sayaka’s butt. Sayaka cooed into the smooth sensation of Homura’s fingertips prodding at her entrance. Then, Sayaka felt a finger slip inside her, and her entire body clenched up as she recoiled against the sudden, unfamiliar intrusion.
“Whoa, that feels weird,” Sayaka mumbled, trying to relax the awfully tight clamping she had around Homura’s finger. There was no way she’d be able to get Homura inside her if this was how she was going to react.
“It does,” Madoka smiled at her. “At least until Homura finds the perfect spot inside you. One that you gained when you became a Magical Girl.”
“Wha-urk!” Sayaka’s question was swiftly interrupted by Homura’s addition of a second finger stretching her out further, and another hand reaching around to caress her clit. And then, she felt it. What must be that perfect spot inside her, just barely brushed up against by a tip of Homura’s finger. It felt weird still, but it felt good, in a completely different way from anything she had experienced before.
“You’re doing well, Sayaka. A little more and you’ll be ready to take me, and then we’ll get you worked up for Madoka too.” Homura said, withdrawing her hand and pumping another squirt of lube onto it.
Madoka watched over Sayaka from the other side of the bed, seeing how her face moved from concern to bliss as Homura lovingly worked over her ass. With each push, Sayaka grew more relaxed, until she turned her attention to Madoka’s cock again, reaching out for it.
“Ah-ah, that’s for later. Not much longer now,” Madoka said, nudging Sayaka’s hand away. “Homura, I think she’s ready. You should be on the bottom.”
“Got it.”
Another rearrangement of pillows, covers and bodies, and Sayaka found herself straddling atop Homura’s belly, her own erect cock brushing up against Homura’s much more impressive length. Tentatively, she raised herself until her ass was just above Homura’s tip, before very slowly easing herself down. It all went easier than expected, the ample lube helping Homura glide into Sayaka’s tight ass. A few inches down, and Homura’s hot, firm flesh brushed up against that oh so pleasurable spot within her, and from that moment she was hooked, and quickly took Homura inside to the base. Finally getting to set her own pace, Sayaka rode Homura at a gradually increasing speed, with Homura likewise thrashing her own hips upwards.
“Whoa, hold up. Aren’t you forgetting someone?” Madoka said, holding her cock by the base as she leaned in towards Sayaka.
She knew she could handle it. Every moment this evening had prepared Sayaka’s body and mind for this. Madoka leaned her tip towards Sayaka’s slit, still overwhelmingly soaked from a mix of her own dripping fluids and Homura’s ample load of cum. Sayaka went still, taking in a sharp breath, as the head of Madoka’s cock began to part her lips, what would otherwise be a difficult task eased by just how overwhelmingly wet and needy Sayaka was.
Inch by inch, Madoka sunk herself into Sayaka’s sopping cunt, feeling not just the tight clenching of her pussy, but also the firm presence of her girlfriend’s dick on the other side. Sayaka groaned, the sheer pleasure of her lower body being so beautifully filled obliterating any effort she could possibly make to keep quiet.
Before long, Sayaka was completely sandwiched between her two friends, their bodies coated with a thin sheen of sweat and their thighs, tummies and breasts rubbing up against her. Madoka lowered her hands around Sayaka, entwining fingers with Homura below and trapping Sayaka within their arms. Then they both rocking their hips into Sayaka, in a discordant rhythm that left desperate moans and whimpers escaping from Sayaka’s lips.
“F-fuck!” Sayaka cried out, overwhelmed by how good it felt to be so full.
Madoka pushed herself down until she completely bottomed out in Sayaka’s pussy, gasping as she felt just how tight her dick was massaged within the wet, hot confines. “How’s she doing for you, Homura?”
“A-amazing.”
Sayaka came, hard, her body quivering between her two friends as her cock burst its seed up between herself and Madoka before it dripped down her sides onto Homura. Her holes tensed up, tightening but entirely failing to restrain the frantic fucking that Madoka and Homura were giving her.
“She came already?” Homura said, surprised at the feeling of Madoka’s hot, thick cum dripping down onto her.
“Of course! Can you blame her?” Madoka laughed, taking in the full view of Sayaka coming undone under her, and running her hand through Sayaka’s scruffed up cerulean hair. “Ready to continue, Sayaka?”
Not that the question mattered, because Homura and Madoka never stopped pounding away into Sayaka’s tight, heavenly holes, working out every ounce of pleasure and every blissful moan they could from their friend. Every time Madoka drove her cock deep into Sayaka, it pushed her, in turn, down onto Homura, shaking the entire bed as they went.
Both of them came with one final, vocal, effort from Madoka. A deluge of Madoka’s hot, potent cum flooded into Sayaka’s womb, joining Homura’s earlier efforts. So overloaded was Sayaka’s pussy that it spilled past the scant space available between her lips and Madoka’s pulsing cock, dribbling down between her soft butt cheeks. Further pulses, thick with Homura’s sperm, drained into her ass, adding even more lubricant to the tight passage to ease the last desperate thrusts as Homura frantically shuffled her hips against her.
Sayaka had no idea how long this went on for, but gradually the sweet coos and moans of her partners and their shaky, last efforts at sex subsided, leaving the three of them panting in a sweaty, messy pile atop the wet bedsheets. As much as Sayaka wished this could continue, she was too exhausted to deal with any more than being surrounded by her friends’ bare skin, with their cocks still buried within her but motionless.
“That, -hah-, was exhausting,” Sayaka said, yawning.
“Mmh. You did very well, given that this was your first time having to handle either of us.” Madoka said.
“Both of us,” Homura pushed up against Sayaka. “As cuddly as it is being buried underneath you both, it’s starting to hurt a bit.”
“Ah, sorry!” Madoka said.
Madoka whined as she finally withdrew from Sayaka, the mixed fluids of three magical girls trickling down from Sayaka’s pussy. Then, she helped Sayaka lift herself from Homura’s shaft, as her limbs were far too unsteady to do so alone. Sayaka flopped down onto the bed, landing her fussed up hair directly onto a pillow by sheer luck.
Looking into Sayaka’s cerulean eyes, Madoka watched them flutter to a close, only for Sayaka to jolt herself awake again, with the pattern repeating several times over. Even with their seed still leaking from between her legs, she was still all but collapsing into a deep sleep, and watching her struggle to stay up was painful to watch.
“Don’t force yourself to remain awake, Sayaka. You can sleep if you need to.” Madoka said, patting Sayaka’s shoulder.
Sayaka mumbled something incoherent in reply and then drifted off.
Resigning to leave the cleanup until tomorrow, they decided to join the sleeping Sayaka. The single bed would be a rather tight fit for all of them to sleep in, but there was no way Madoka was going to force Sayaka to take the sofa instead. After shuffling about on the bed, doing their best to avoid disturbing Sayaka or ending up on the wet patch, Madoka and Homura found themselves face to face, Sayaka soundly sleeping below their chins.
“Sayaka did pretty well today,” Homura said, wrapping her arm over and around Sayaka so she could rest hand in hand with Madoka. “So, Madoka, how was your first threesome? Was it everything you hoped for?”
“Yep! Getting to share Sayaka like that between us was wonderful. Ah, you looked so hot when you were pounding her.” Madoka gave Homura her adorable smile, the one that let Homura know everything she did that day went right. “I just wish, for next time, that Sayaka could be a bit more active.”
“Next time? Already thinking of more?” Homura giggled.
“Of course, assuming Sayaka will accept the offer again. Would you be okay with that?”
“Mmh, I’ll have to sleep on it,” Homura leaned over to give Madoka a goodnight kiss on the cheek. “I might just want to have you to myself for a few hours tomorrow.”
“G’night,”
Cradling Sayaka between them, Madoka and Homura soon joined her in a deep, contented sleep, comfortable in the knowledge that they could sleep in the next morning too. Or perhaps, Madoka thought right before she drifted off, they could use her parent’s absence to continue their threesome in the shower.