Drown the Slut

“Brian, I think…” Stephanie quickly changed the subject. “That you need to show Emily, show her how you feel. Maybe, um, not doing that, but… more, other things? You need to—you need to convince her.”

“He, uh, he already did that plenty,” Emily protested. “I’m plenty convinced, alright?”

“Well... will you let me try to convince you a little bit more?” Brian asked.

“Yeah sure I guess,” Emily tried to sound like she was balking at the idea. Even she could tell she sounded maybe a little too excited at the prospect—right up until Brian reached back and unhooked the hidden clasp fastening the back of her wide obi. Despite everything that’d happened, that familiar pall of dread dropped down over her at showing herself completely to Brian.

Okay, yeah. This is it—he’ll finally see my meager chest. No biggie. Calm down, Emily. It’s not a big deal even if he’s not impressed. It was an empty and unconvincing platitude. Right?

“They’re not very big,” Emily blurted out in warning, feeling like an idiot. “They’re, uh—”

Brian pulled down her yukata her shoulders, exposing the remnants of her torn cosplay.

Glancing down herself made her regret it, because they looked embarrassing. Her breasts still seemed like small, barely-there bulges. Little things that she couldn’t even squash together to form proper cleavage, and she hated them now more than ever. That torn lingerie body stocking mostly covered her upper body, but despite the snug diamond-patterned weave, both of her nips managed to poke completely through the netting and stand out in a prominent way.

“They’re perfect,” Brian said with what surprisingly seemed like... honest appreciation.

“N-no,” Emily made an aghast face. “Kelly’s are perfect. These are like…”

“Thank you,” Kelly commented, sounding a little surprised.

“Kelly’s are perfect for Kelly,” Brian worked to dismiss Emily’s concerns, seemingly unable to take his eyes off of the two blushing bumps pointing at him through the fishnet. “Yours are perfect for you.”

“Yeah, right...” Emily scoffed, trying not to get upset. “Brian—I don’t have inframammary folds.”

“Info-mamammary what?” Brian laughed, giving her an incredulous glance. “Infra-red… mammaries? Emmie, you just made that up.”

He was already tugging up the veil of netting that still covered her torso, peeling the remains off of her for a better look. It made her want to panic.

“No, I didn’t make it up!” Emily trembled. “It’s the, uh, inframammary, it’s when there’s a crease, right where boob overlaps chest. Like, I don’t have those lines—if you were to draw me from the front, you wouldn’t draw boob lines. Okay? Look, even Stephanie has inframamm—”

“Oh, humble-bragging, huh?” Kelly mused. “Girl’s got gazongas so perky that—”

“No!” Emily blustered in denial. “Gazongas?! I’m—I’m fucking flat. Perky would be like, if—”

“Ssh, shhh. Listen, I’d better take a closer look,” Brian gave her that rugged grin of his, gathering fistfulls of fishnet in either hand. Right in front of her wide eyes, he once again ripped, tearing the veil of netting apart, this time completely baring her from neck to navel in a motion forceful enough to make her teeny tits jiggle.

Oh-oh my God, Emily thought to herself in a lustful daze. Tearing the garment made her quiver all over, and another dewy dribble leaked out of her and down onto Brian. You-you’ve GOTTA stop doing that! I’m gonna want you destroying my clothes every time you strip me for sex! Did you just fucking give me a fetish?! Don’t you put that hex on me, Dicky-Robby!

As Brian tugged the final remains of her torn body stocking down her arms, she rediscovered in growing embarrassment that her diminutive chest was beyond pale. The subtly tapered half-orbs rising and falling with her unsteady breath appeared so porcelain white they became reminiscent of a pair of small teacups sitting together side by side, and it was all she could do to keep from turning her face away in humiliation. Her areola were a vivid pink contrast to her sun-starved complexion, stark nipples traitorously distended insistently outwards and eager for attention.

“Emily—” Brian intoned slowly. She could feel his posture grow rigid with attention, and that was turning her on in an uncontrollable way. “You’re not flat. You’ve got lovely, dainty little tits, and—they’re amazing. Alright?”

“I’m, I’m flat,” Emily insisted sheepishly. “Flat as a—eep!”

She gasped when he reached forward and took hold of them, freezing up in surprise. It felt alarmingly... nice, right, pleasant for him to be copping a feel. Like it belonged. The undersides of her milky-white breasts seemed to perfectly fill his hands, while his thumbs rested just enough weight on the sensitive protuberances of her nipples to press them downwards. Before she could begin to protest, he twiddled over them, rolling the swollen pink caps beneath his thumbs.

“Hey, whoa—!” Emily wavered unsteadily in his lap. “Th-tha—at’s, uhm, ummh, MmMmm!!”

Caressing palmfuls of breast with teasing traces of his fingertips, Brian lightly massaged across the supple shapes, intent on appreciating them to the fullest. Each careful gesture and movement seemed to bring those soft swells into and out of his gentle grasp, and his touch elicited sensuous shivers and tiny, panting breaths that she never realized had been trapped deep within her. Then Brian cupped them, hefted them as if to feel their weight, and squeezed, reshaping her nubile flesh to conform to his grip. Emily tried to steel herself, but coherent thought began to blur and run like ink on soggy paper, blue seeping out of her brain and leaking down her body in a steady trickle of excitement.

Brian is… groping my boobs, Emily found herself giddy with disbelief. He’s fondling me. It feels—it feels strange but so, sooo good? When he began to pluck and pull upon the pliant pink buds of her nipples, the blue in her head intensified, dousing the inside of her mind in spurting splashes and continuously flooding down her petite body to tickle down towards her tummy.

“If you’re flat, then what are these?” Brian challenged, drawing her little breasts outwards with nothing but pinching tugs upon the stiffened nubs of her nipples.

“Ummm,” Emily squirmed, trying and failing to gather her concentration. “Ummm, they’re… yours to play with?”

She felt a brief pang of disappointment when he let go, but then Brian’s hands were slipping beneath her rear and lifting her—immediately reminding of the erection that had been snug between her buttocks. Brian wasn’t positioning her for that yet, however, and instead situated Emily to rise up onto her knees—elevated enough for him to suck the rosy protrusion of her right nipple directly into his mouth.

“Ohhh my Goddd,” Emily squeaked, letting her jaw go slack, unable to stop herself from making a strange face as she wriggled.

His handsome face was right there in front of her, with the tip of her breast pulled into his mouth. She could only stare in a stupefied daze.

Then, he applied suction—strong suction, sucking her in, he played his tongue across her, and gently took her nipple between his teeth. Each action drew a shudder out of her, rousing increasingly lurid thoughts that joined the swelling stream of blue spilling out of her mind all the way down now to where she was messy with arousal.

Before Emily could even register what was happening, Kelly was pushing Stephanie in, shoving and squeezing the blushing girl into their space until Steph was crowding onto Brian’s lap, partway squashed up against Emily’s thigh.

W-wait, wait—Emily watched in delirious disbelief as the pink-haired girl meekly lowered her lips to the anxious and unattended little left breast Brian was neglecting. “Mmm-mmph!!?!

Forced to grab Stephanie’s shoulder for balance on one side and rake her hand through Brian’s downy-soft hair on the other, Emily felt overwhelmed with the queer but undeniably incredible sensation of having Brian and Stephanie side by side; a different lover attending upon each of her tender teats. The lovely and seemingly-innocent Stephanie began patient and gentle, with tiny wet kisses and a timidly probing tongue. After a few moments, however, as if reading Emily’s involuntary responses—Stephanie began to greedily suckle.

Ohhh myy fuuccckk!! Emily jerked and twisted, flicking the bright blue of her shaggy pixie cut and couldn’t help but bite her lip. Her eyebrows parted and her eyelashes fluttered at the onslaught—something about the way shameless, almost sleazy way Steph was really pouring on the enthusiasm turned her on in strange ways that Emily wasn’t prepared to even consider yet.

Is-is that really STEPHANIE?!

Beside her, Brian continued to alternate between teasing her to frustration and rewarding her with lavish, succulent attention. With both of them working together, Emily felt like waves of blue were slapping across the side of her head, brutally broadsiding her with sensation.

This is—this is crazy, right?! Emily let a pleading moan slip out before she was able to clamp a hand over her mouth. My hentai-gauge FUCKED level is like, already almost there, and no one’s even near my clit this time! I’m just about like, submersed up to my eyeballs in this FUCKEDNESS and about to cum, and, and—!

“Hey!” Kelly interrupted cheerfully, joining them in their close press of bodies upon the bedspread.

“...Hiii there?” Emily’s vision struggled in and out of focus as Kelly leaned in and cradled Emily’s cheeks with both hands. Something about making eye contact with Kelly right now was a little hypnotizing, and she got a little lost in the beautiful girl’s brandy-brown irises.

“Wasn’t trying to get on your case or anything earlier—sorry if I came across as mean,” Kelly whispered. “We’re all gonna get to know each other better... alright?”

“Uhhhh, yeah, yeah,” Emily quickly agreed, feeling her hips start to buck and twist all on their own. Brian and Stephane weren’t letting up. Fuuuck me, I’m close—! “Oo-okay?”

Then, Kelly moved in and kissed her—and Emily didn’t have a clue how to react. Thankfully, Kelly didn’t attempt to slip her tongue—I swear, I’m not gay, you guys!—simply content to give her a friendly kiss and then pull away to seriously gauge her reaction.

“Are we good?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah?” Emily said, face awash with awkward embarrassment. “Um, we’re good.”

“Brian? Steph?” Kelly flashed Emily a brilliant megawatt smile and then turned to face her companions with a sexy flip of her hair. “Steph? She’s as ready as she’ll ever get—say goodbye to Emily! It’s time to drown the slut.”

With Kelly already embracing the threesome of naked lovers piled together on the bed, it took Emily a moment to realize just what Kelly was doing—the large-breasted probably-an-actual-succubus was reaching around Emily to retrieve the massive cock that Emily had left behind when rising up onto her knees.

Ohhh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck— Emily wobbled slightly at the mere thought of being penetrated right now. UmMm—!

“Goodbye, Emily,” Brian released her right tit and gave her an apologetic look as he struggled to reign in his ragged breath.

It took Emily a few distracted seconds to understand why he looked like he was sorry, when it finally dawned on her. He really can’t hold back anymore, and knows he’s gonna fuck me anyways! Ohhh my God fuck, fuck me Briannn!!

Completely infatuated with the idea that he was feeling just as out control as she was, she felt her twat twitch and flex in expectation—they were together in feeling this. As Stephanie pulled away, Emily wobbled unsteadily, looking down to see a slippery strand of molten arousal drip right down out of herself to kiss Brian’s throbbing cockhead. Kelly had a firm grip around the base of that prodigious penis—it looked massive in her hand—and she helpfully pumped it up and down once, twice before keeping it poised in perfect position for Emily to sink down onto it.

Wai-wait, Emily floundered with alarm as Kelly began guiding her down. Uhhh, I AM ready, right? As she attempted to resist, she realized with a mixture of dread and anticipation that her legs felt so weak she could barely even hold herself up.

She was going down.

“Bye-bye, Emily!” Kelly said in a chipper voice, smacking a kiss upon her cheek and then nuzzling back to bite her earlobe.

“Goodbye, Emily,” Brian said again, kissing and licking from her chest to her neck as the trembling girl lowered into his lap.

“Goodbye, Emily!” Stephanie said sweetly, joining him to steal Emily’s shocked lips directly.

Y-you were supposed to be the shy one! Emily let out a small moan right into Stephanie’s mouth. W-wait, why’re they saying goodbye?!

Shaking desperately with the sheer saturation of lust as she continued to descend, Emily felt Stephanie invade—tongue sliding across her lower lip and darting inside to play. A moment later, Brian joined her in the kiss, and they were both impossibly french-kissing her at once, swapping saliva back and forth in a sordid and bewildering exchange that had her whimpering with need. Emily’s mind was already a sloshing cyclone of whirling wet that drenched out all of her thoughts when she felt it press at the needy gate of her labia. Her vaginal lips parted and clenched and then opened again on reflex, slurping at the crown of his thick dick and absolutely coating him with her juices.

She writhed, unable to understand how or why it wasn’t completely in-fucking-side her yet, when she realized it was Kelly— Kelly was just barely holding her back.

“Em-i-leee—!” Kelly teased, tenderly sweeping back the girl’s brilliant blue bangs to gift a parting kiss on Emily’s forehead. With Brian and Stephanie still attempting to tongue-wrestle the outnumbered girl, it barely even registered.

“I can just guess what all you’re experiencing in that pretty little head of yours right now…” Kelly dropped down beside her to whisper wickedly into Emily’s ear. “But you know exactly what I mean when I say drown the slut, don’t you, Blue? Bye-bye, Emily—!”

Kelly released the steadying hand she’d wrapped around Emily’s waist, and Emily immediately sunk down onto Brian with an audible sshlpppt.

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