Katsuragi & Ayame (Poly & Horny)

Even before I opened my bedroom door to enter the apartment, I could hear the muffled sounds of giggling which told me everything I needed to know. When I emerged from the bedroom and into the living area, I was met with a vision of two beauties at the doorway. I didn’t think I would ever truly believe that my life right now wasn’t a dream or some insane hallucination. I was just an average college hopeful and struggling artist, yet here I was with not just one amazingly gorgeous girlfriend, but two.

Katsuragi and Ayame were both kunoichi, both madly in love, and perhaps the two most perverted women I had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Even now, standing on the landing they were attached at the lips, doing their best to both remove their shoes and have an intense make-out session simultaneously. It went without saying that this view caused an instant erection.

Katsuragi was a blonde-haired pervy goddess with long, slender legs, a shapely rear, and a massive pair of breasts. The latter of which she was pressing into the slightly smaller but still quite large bust of her companion and “pervy apprentice” Ayame. This slightly shorter and more petite girl had long dark brown hair which she was wearing in a ponytail today.

“Pwahh,” Katsuragi sighed, satisfied, removing her lips from her lover, and then grinned, a string of saliva still connecting their lips.

“You two are getting started bright and early today,” I remarked, making my way toward them, and smiling.

Ayame was panting with a delighted look on her face, “Today’s mission was really boring, so she was teasing me all day.”

“You’re the one who was teasing me with these luscious melons!” Katsuragi said placing her hands on her partner’s soft-looking orbs and squeezing them.

Ayame moaned at the attention. I really did luck out with these two. One of my favorite categories of erotic media was girl-on-girl, so having two girlfriends who were so feverishly horny for each other was quite fortunate. And lest one might think that I was the third wheel in this otherwise sapphic partnership, it had always been made clear that I was more than welcome to join in the fun whenever I wanted, and I often did. I was otherwise more than happy serving the role as audience member, and they were more than happy to have one.

Finally, Katsuragi managed to pry herself away from Ayame and make her way to me. She leaned forward and immediately gave me a loving kiss, one which she immediately deepened to be like the one she had just been giving her fellow kunoichi. Once Ayame had recovered from her own kiss, she approached me and did the same after Katsuragi’s lips left mine.

Luck doesn’t even begin to describe it, I thought as I reached my hands forward and began groping both amazingly soft pairs of breasts through the fabric of their clothing, more like a blessing.

“How was your day, Ren?” Ayame asked, giggling slightly from my touch.

“Nice and easy, I’m pretty confident about entrance exams.”

“Aya-chi, can you believe we managed to land such a smart and cute boyfriend?” Katsuragi asked, tracing circles with her finger on my chest.

“Well, at least one of my partners needed to have some brains,” Ayame replied, and we all laughed.

A brief silence fell as Katsuragi began her daily ritual of removing nearly all of her clothing once she got home. She started by undoing the fastens on her sky-blue button-up t-shirt, half of which were already undone, and then tossing it away like yesterday’s garbage. Then she unzipped her black thigh-length skirt and let it fall unceremoniously to the floor. She wasn't wearing a bra, she almost never did—and when she did she never wore it correctly—, so her only underwear was a pair of cute blue-striped panties. Her glorious, huge perky breasts were on full display, including her small pink nipples.

“Ahhhh!” Katsuragi sighed, satisfied, “I love it when I get home and can just relax!” This was evidently the way she hung out in her own home before she moved in, so I took it as a good sign that she was comfortable enough here.

Additionally, I could not deny the appeal of having a nearly naked blonde bombshell of a kunoichi hanging out in my house all the time. Her adorable nipples were almost always bare for me to see.

“Be right back, gotta go pee,” without much more fanfare, Katsuragi strutted off toward the bathroom, her boobs, butt, and thighs jiggling as she went.

Ayame began stripping now as well, which was also a common enough occurrence. But she almost never did it unless Katsuragi did first. It seemed she was far bolder if she wasn’t the only one stripping down. She started with her jeans, pulling them down and tossing them aside, revealing a pair of soft pink panties. Next came her brighter pink t-shirt, which she pulled up to around her impressive bust-line and then stopped. An amazing display of underboob greeted me, along with tiny half-moons of her areola, which were a slightly darker shade of pink than Katsuragi’s.

“Ren-kun,” she said in a slightly whiny voice, bringing a finger up to her lips, “my top is stuck, I can’t pull it all the way off. Could you help?”

When any girl, not just one’s girlfriend, makes a request like that it’s best not to ignore it. But I also recognized what she was doing. While Katsuragi’s style of flirting was very direct, open, and blunt; Ayame was far more subtle and scheming. Katsuragi had made her horny, and now she wanted help. I was more than happy to lend my services.

“Sure thing, Aya,” I replied and slipped my fingers up under her top so I could grip the bundled cloth around her bust. It really wasn’t that tight, but I decided to have some fun. I made a show of trying to yank and pull the cloth as hard as I could, making her impressive breasts jiggle around underneath. Feeling the wobbling vibrations on the back of my fingers was delightful and made me want to grasp them in my hands all over again.

“Boy it’s really stuck, huh?” I asked, jiggling her melons even more as I tugged upward in feigned effort.

She giggled, “That tickles, Ren-kun! Be careful!” she winked and stuck her tongue out at me as she was moved around.

“Sorry, Aya,” I replied sheepishly, “maybe if I tried it like this,” I then turned my hands around so my palms were directly on the pillowy flesh of her breasts. I then started to knead them and squeeze them in earnest, still making a show of trying to use my new position to lever the top up, “Are you sure you didn’t use some sort of ninja technique to glue it there?”

She giggled again, this time not in a flirting way but genuine laughter. She was having fun, “Maybe, who knows? I might have on accident.”

“Kyeh heh heh,” I heard a familiar husky voice behind me and felt a certain pair of amazingly soft melons pressed against my back, “I leave for two minutes and you two are already up to something lewd, huh?” Katsuragi’s arms wrapped around my waist and hugged me sensually as she nibbled on my ear.

“I’m just trying to help her get her top off, she got it stuck on her boobs,” I replied, and pretended to give another solid push upward that only served to make Ayame’s boobs wobble in the grip of my hands.

“Ohhh I see,” Katsuragi replied. As one of her hands had slipped under my shirt to rub against my torso, her other hand slipped down to my shorts, grabbing at the stiff package there, “Well you know, if you really wanna get that top off, you should use something to hook under there. Can you think of anything like that?” She asked as she gripped the tent in my shorts.

“Oh! That’s a good idea, Kat-chan,” Ayame replied, “Got anything you can hook under here Ren-kun?” The implication was obvious, they wanted me to titfuck Ayame. I was definitely not the kind of guy to turn down that sort of offer, even if the offer wasn’t exactly unusual in this home.

“Now that you mention it...” I replied and removed my hands from Ayame’s breasts, which took no small degree of willpower, and slid down my shorts with ease, revealing my stiff member to both of my girlfriends. Katsuragi made short work of my shirt, sending it up and over my head then across the room, and wrapped a hand around my rigid length.

“Oh yeah, this will do the trick I think,” she said, stroking it gently with her amazingly soft hand.

Ayame got down onto her knees and looked up at me with sparkling dark red eyes that were almost hypnotizing, eyes I could get lost in, and almost did before I remembered what I was supposed to be doing. I leaned forward and let Katsuragi guide my rigid cock between her soft and marshmallowy breasts. It slid under the bundled cloth of her shirt without issue, and I couldn’t help but sigh with immediate satisfaction. I had impossible softness wrapped around my penis, and impossible softness pressed against my back. If I died right here and now, I would have no regrets.

“Aya, your boobs feel amazing,” I said, mindful of the fact that my brown-haired girlfriend preferred when I was vocal about what I was feeling.

She smiled and giggled, “Thanks, Ren-kun, your ‘hook’ feels really nice between them. But you have a job to do!”

“Yeah, get those hips moving; I bet that will do the trick,” Katsuragi agreed.

Without delay I began to thrust myself in and out of Ayame’s cleavage, the friction threatening to make me melt. I couldn’t help but laugh as the absurdity of this roleplay occurred to me. Ayame was trying to take her shirt off so she would just be casually nude for the rest of the night like every other night. She and Katsuragi were just swapping tongues in the doorway, horny as the day they started dating. But this was the situation we were coming up with an innocent explanation for? This was where we drew the line? I had to admit, it was doing well to add to the sexiness of the act, though.

“Mmn, yes, keep going Ren-kun,” Ayame panted, “I think it’s getting looser now.” It was doing no such thing, but I was not about to break the illusion. The shirt was remaining firmly in place, but the tip of my swollen member had begun to ooze precum, and I could see a dark spot beginning to form near the top of the cloth to prove it. “Here, I’ll even cheer you on!” she exclaimed and began bouncing up and down with her arms making vaguely cheerleader-esque motions, “You can do it, Ren-kun, pull that top up!”

Before I even fully realized what was happening, Katsuragi had slid out from behind me and had gotten behind her girlfriend instead, grinning madly, “Good idea Ayame, if you work up a sweat it will make it easier to slip it off.”

Katsuragi’s idea to make her companion sweat more did not surprise me in the least, but that did not mean I was any less on board. She reached her hand around Ayame’s waist and slid her delicate fingers into her panties. I immediately noted movement under the garment, and the “pervert apprentice” began moaning like mad.

“Yes,” Ayame panted, “more, that will... mmmnnnnnn... that will do it.”

I continued my pace, sliding my length in and out of her cleavage, moving it back and forth. Indeed, Ayame’s sweat was making the movement much easier and much more pleasurable. Her lovely body was already being covered in a slick, shiny layer of perspiration, and she was panting like crazy as Katsuragi’s expert fingers did their dirty work. I could hear two distinct sets of wet noises, so I knew the perverted kunoichi was doing a real number on her long-time friend and companion.

“Ah, yes, keep going!” Ayame pleaded. I was unsure who she was talking to, but I picked up the pace all the same, getting a little more aggressive with my thrusts. Katsuragi served as an admirable brace to ensure she didn’t fall over backward, so I could go as rough as I wanted.

It wasn’t long before I was at my limit, “Girls, I’m about to cum.”

“Good, I bet some spunk will help loosen it,” Katsuragi said and began moving her fingers even more aggressively, eliciting sharp moans from her partner. I had to admire her commitment to the bit, even now.

Ayame on the other hand was in no such state, her eyes were half-lidded, and she was moaning loudly. She looked barely aware of her surroundings, only aware of the intense pleasure from Katsuragi’s fingers. This was not unusual, I knew from personal experience that the legendary pervert truly had talented hands, and even more talented feet.

But because I could not clearly see exactly what Katsuragi was doing to Ayame, it wasn’t hard to imagine that it was my thrusting cock that was causing this reaction in my adorable brunette girlfriend. This brief imagining was enough to drive me over the edge, and finally ejaculate between Ayame’s large and soft breasts.

“Fuck yes, it feels so good, Ayame,” I said as I unloaded my sperm. I pushed my hips as far forward as they would go, meaning my tip was poking into the fabric of the shirt above her breasts, and my load was pooling up there was well as oozing down into the cleavage surrounding my member.

Katsuragi must have kicked it up a notch in just that moment, because Ayame’s moans became sharper, breathier, and more pronounced. Her hips jerked wildly as these sounds began gradually shifting to soft whimpers of pleasure as her climax faded.

We all collapsed onto the floor together, panting and giggling from the activity.

“I love you two,” I said, the reality of my life crashing into me like a wave.

“Love you too,” Katsuragi replied, her already husky voice raspy.

Ayame mumbled something in her delirium, I guessed it was also intended an affirmation.

“All right,” my blonde kunoichi girlfriend grinned at me, “what’s next?”