The show we've all been waiting for

"You always were a terribly considerate person, Katsumi. I can see you're really pushing yourself to the limit for the sake of everyone's entertainment. If it encourages you, know that they all really seem to appreciate getting some variety in the performance."

Charlee's words were encouraging, but it bothered me that she didn't realize that my feelings for her were the motivator for all of this. It bothered me more that I couldn't tell her that directly! To some extent, she must have realized it from how my eyes had been fixated on the pretty yellow ribbon around the base of her shaft ever since it had been revealed to me. My behavior around her ought to have been a dead tell. Either she really wasn't much of a detective or, otherwise, she was just trying to spare my feelings until I was ready to come out and say it. A reliable person like her is probably in the right with whatever their moral compass is telling them to do, outside of situations where bizarre exhibitionist tendencies take over reasoning.

Of course, there was nothing reasonable about our situation, nor was it the proper time for any kind of deep thinking. My old crush was positioned on a mat that was probably created for Greco-Roman wrestling, rather than the other chief export of the Greco-Roman empire it was now being used for: being anal sex. Charlee was on all fours with a spotlight on her and very little else, with her lovely pink flesh shining with sweat from our activities so far. There's one other substantial thing on her: me, positioned behind and on top like I'm preparing to hump her like a dog. Despite having written it that way, like something metaphorical and outside the realm of possibility, that's exactly what I planned on doing. I was going to pleasure Charlee in front of a live audience!

That wasn't all. The Princess had shed her yoga pants, although not her top, and was in the process of unwrapping that bizarre sword-paper covering from her cock, leaving her balls inside the black, low-riding lingerie beneath her erection. I'd put on a regular sized condom a moment ago and now, the gentleman bodybuilders had begun to help my colleague get into her XL one. It wasn't as though she needed the help, but apparently, putting on a condom herself was just another thing she considered undignified. Besides that, the fellows seemed happy for the opportunity to get that close up to what was undoubtedly one of their greatest objects of worship. "Are you prepared, Ms. Hojo?" the Princess asked me, as her rod stood erect and pointed at me like a real sword's blade. The bright pink condom they'd stuck on her was stretched over so much girth that it almost looked like some balloon animal.

I couldn't imagine taking that in my ass, but this was exactly what I had proposed. I would take the Princess's position with Charlee and in exchange, she would use me as she needed. The proposal was so indecent that I considered modifying this part of the story to make it seem as though Genki's brother was the one who came up with the idea, but no-- I might as well own it if you've read this far. I told the Princess that I was as ready as I could be. My futa parts were aching with a need to penetrate Charlee, while my asshole twitched from its recent exercise, anticipating the sensation of a new intruder.

The angel in front of me... and the devil behind me!

"I believe it would be in everyone's best interest that you make first entry," the Princess spoke quietly, with just a hint of smugness in her voice. I got her meaning: there was a good chance that once she took me from behind, I wasn't going to be in any state of mind to get my own little cock into its proper hole.

"Don't worry, Katsumi. I'm ready!" Charlee's anxious voice spoke from beneath me, as I observed her raised haunches and the sweat dotting her shoulders.

I wondered if she was understimating me because she knew I was both a virgin and, frankly, easily the smallest dick in the place. Perhaps I was reading too much into her words. Spurred on by both my pride as a lover and my horniness as someone viewing the naked body of a long sought after girlfriend, I slowly rubbed my shaft into position, then gently inserted it into the small, puckered hole. From this position, I couldn't see it-- I instead had to feel my way in with tentative motions.

Earlier, I'd had my first experience being entered by another person. Now, the shoe was on the other foot-- for the first time, I felt the pressure of another human being's body as close around me as it could be. The cup of my own palm and fingers doesn't compare in the slightest to that tight, taboo corridor! Even with my relatively lacking size and the preparations Charlee had gone through, I was still afraid to move inside, as though I might break something.

"That's good, Katsumi! It's best if you're cautious your first time. Just take it slow," Charlee applauded my efforts. Again, my pessimism made me wonder if she was indirectly telling me she couldn't feel me inside yet-- a logical impossibility when you realized how tight that hole was. I imagined her penis, wrapped in that pretty gold ribbon. I wondered if it was twitching and aching with pleasure like mine was, or if it was flopping with an embarrassing lack of rigidity as I failed to satisfy her...

Unable to stop myself, I moved a hand there and put it around Charlee's shaft. When I felt its warm, solid state, a rush of vain pride overcame me. If I'd been in my right head, I'd have remembered that just the thought of exposing herself was enough to set Charlee off, but in the heat of the moment, I attributed it all to my own efforts.

"You're getting into it, aren't you?' Charlee giggled, sounding aroused. "It would make me happy if you did."

"Did what?" I asked, failing as a detective for the hundredth time today.

"Stroke it," she whispered back. I obliged, aiming the cock towards nothing but the floor, but enthusiastically tugging on it so that my fingers ran up her shaft and then back down to the silken ribbon about the base. I heard her moan encouragingly as I continued.

If things had gone on like this, it would have been everything I'd ever had a wet fantasy about. Instead, things took a turn into a realm somewhere outside my own imagination, as the Princess began to push the head of her massive cock up against my own hole.

I reminded myself that this was okay. I'd just done the same thing to Charlee, after all, and she felt fine. Happy, even! It probably feels great to take the Princess's dick in there.

Well, at some point, it probably starts to feel good. Instead of sighing in contentment like Charlee had, I gave a loud "eep" in terror as I felt the Princess's royal sword pushing into me, slowly but surely, to places I'd never touched in the span of my own masturbation. She'd warned me that it would take more than just getting the head in to satisfy her, but did she really have to push in so far?! I felt my whole body quivering and, embarrasingly, I found myself prematurely ejaculating into the balloon of my condom. Charlee must have felt it, but out of respect for my feelings, she didn't remark upon it. She probably still had a long way to go before climaxing...

Cheers rang out among the gym-goers as we became a rare feast for them: a triple stack of fucking futanari under the pink lights of their favorite gathering spot. I can only imagine that a few of them were stroking themselves just the same way I was dealing with Charlee.

"Maintain your dignity, Ms. Hojo," the Princess informed me, as though my cry a moment ago had offended her.

I told her that I didn't think anybody in this situation had a lot of dignity, except maybe her, the one person without a dick in her ass.

She seemed to like that answer, for some reason. "Hmph. React as you will. I shall grant you that small favor, as well as this larger one."

Was that a joke? I guess she had to be in a pretty good mood as well.

For a while, I worried if I was keeping up a good pace for Charlee, but my body seemed to be moving automatically, as though through some sort of instinct. Only later did I realize that it wasn't so much me dictating the strength and speed of my thrusts as me being **** to follow the tempo set by the Princess, who was using my body like a toy from behind. The woman was a veteran as well as an athlete and she had her way with me, causing me to rock back and forth with her motions in a way I wouldn't normally accomplish. I was getting my exercise, that was for sure.

I was also climaxing more than I ever had before; more than seemed strictly healthy, in hindsight. Rather than swapping out the condom, I just kept cumming into it, releasing jizz into the already sagging space. My eyes rolled upward; I couldn't see Charlee any more, though I still hung onto her for dear life, clasping one hand around her narrow waist while mechanically milking her cock with the other. I'm ashamed to admit I was barely thinking about her any more. My attention was wholely on the massive rod sliding in and out of my ass.

"Ms. Hojo, I shall grace you momentarily."

I suppose that was her way of saying she was about to cum. I tensed up, forgetting entirely that she had a condom on. In my mind, she was about to turn me into a leaking recepticle for her cum. When I felt her throbbing inside of me, I was sure I'd feel the stuff spilling out and running down my cheeks. Charlee's timing seemed to match that of the Princess, as I felt her futa parts becoming slick and moist with her own cum. Her satisfied cooes came from below me.

Rather than coo, I wailed indignantly, as pleasure mixed with protest. Being taken from behind like this was unlike anything I'd felt before and my body nor mind had no idea how to react. In a short moment, I'd gone from being a total virgin to having a sexual experience stranger than I'd ever pictured.

I can't imagine how long this lasted, but given my stamina, it probably wasn't very long. With the music sounding a thousand miles away, I finally slipped away from Charlee's body and fell onto the mat, counting it as a blessing that the Princess gave me and my twitching butthole some relief and rest. With narrowed eyes, I met Charlee's happy expression and tried to put on a smile myself... Then I fell asleep, right there on the sweat-soaked wrestling mat.