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There are some rumors throughout school about the Saja Girls.
They say Romance has boyfriends in twelve different countries spanning five continents.
They say Baby gets her nails insured, because her nail tech uses real gold leaf and jewels on them.
They say Abby has beaten several bodybuilders in deadlifting competitions in America.
They say Jina is still a virgin.
Mystery knows none of these things are true.
He knows this because the things they say about him — that he’s the gay best friend of their little fivesome, for example — are not true, either.
He also knows this because he’s had his face buried between Jina’s legs more than once.
Okay, sure. Some people don’t count that as “losing your virginity.” Especially if you won’t even take off your panties for the guy who’s going down on you. But Mystery likes to think it matters anyway. So Jina’s a bit of a prude — so what? It’s still sex.
And that’s the other thing: the rumors of his homosexuality have been greatly exaggerated. He does nothing to keep people from thinking that way, and neither do any of the girls. It suits all their purposes to keep pretending, up to and including to all their parents, that Mystery’s inclusion in their little friend group is purely to speak to them about shopping, shoes, and other boys.
Their parents all think his presence is enough to ward off other men, while at the same time not threatening their daughters’ “purity.”
(As if any of them have much of that left at all.)
He really has less than zero interest in proving to them how wrong they are.
It’s amazing, what people let you do when they think you’re gay. Not in the realm of “misbehaving” or anything like that; more like, when Baby’s parents peek into her room and see the four of them with their pants off and Mystery sitting in the middle of all of them, they just sort of… let it go. Like, “Oh yeah, they’re all in their panties around a guy, but he’s gay, so like… Does it even really matter?”
To demonstrate the point, Baby’s mother just asks, “Are you girls sure you don’t need anything? Oh, sorry — girls and Mystery?”
“We’re sure, omma,” Baby says, blinking innocently with those big blue eyes of hers. “Can we keep playing video games, though?”
Her mother does not question anything about her request. She just smiles and says, “No problem, sweetie. Just try not to get too loud, okay?”
“Okay, omma. We won’t.”
She shuts Baby’s door, and Baby snatches up the remote and kicks the TV’s volume up a few notches.
“Keep going,” she tells Mystery, who’s happy to oblige.
He picks up the Playstation controller and puts it between Baby’s legs. Her teal panties are already soaked; he’d been teasing her pretty badly before her mother interrupted.
Baby starts to play the game, some fighting title that makes the opposition’s controller vibrate hard with every blow you land. She wails on his avatar while he moves the joysticks just often enough to keep his character from instantly dying. All the while, he smirks while Baby’s legs shake and she tries to keep her cool.
A microcosm of their relationship in this interaction, really.
“Mm… When’s it my turn?” Romance purrs behind him. Mystery feels her breasts against his spine as she flattens herself over his back. “Don’t hog him. You’re always so greedy, Baby…”
“You get off after me,” Baby says, voice tight. “It’s my house.”
“That just means you should be a good host and let me have Mystery for a while. You can do that without him having to hold it on you.”
“Mystery’s a big boy. He can say where he wants to go. Mystery, do you wanna make my pussy feel good…?”
Oh, Baby knows exactly what she’s doing when she asks questions like that. He licks his lips and says, “Kinda wish I didn’t have to do it with a piece of plastic, but yeah.”
“Yeah, you could just get a vibrator like everyone else,” Abby snickers from her place on the floor by the bed.
“Maybe your parents don’t look through your stuff, but mine do,” Baby huffs.
“You could hide it in a stuffed animal,” Romance says. She’s playing with Mystery’s hair; it feels nice.
“I’m not cutting any of them open for that!”
“They make them with secret compartments,” Jina offers, leaning against Abby, one of those strong arms around her. “Little tiny zippers. They look just like normal stuffed animals. Bet you could find one.”
Baby’s brow furrows as she frantically taps buttons. “You guys are making it hard to focus.”
“Be easier with my tongue in you,” Mystery says. “Let me do all the work. You know I don’t mind.”
“I just— I’m really close—”
She breathes hard as she smacks Mystery’s character a few more times.
And then the “WINNER” screen appears, and she lets out a frustrated groan.
“I think you just like edging yourself,” Romance says against Mystery’s back.
“Shut up. Fuck—”
She discards her controller and yanks Mystery’s out of his hand, too. Scooting down in bed, she lies down with her legs over his shoulders — paying no mind to how she essentially kicks Romance in the head to do that.
“—Okay. Eat me.”
Mystery grins and licks his lips. Her little panties are stretched over her waxed-smooth cunt, drenched in slick, easy to tug out of the way. When he drags his tongue from the bottom to the top, he revels in the feeling of how soft she is.
“Oh yeah, fuck— Lick my clit,” Baby commands, tugging Mystery by the hair until he does what he’s told.
Not like he needs to be told. He knows his way around a pussy by now. Swirling his tongue around the little nub of her clit, he delights in the sound of her soft moans under the music of the video game’s victory screen.
“You wanna play?” he hears Abby ask Jina.
“Uh, yeah. Sure,” Jina says, because of course the princess would want something to distract her from how wet Mystery’s sure they’ve got her.
Abby leans over them to grab the controllers, then the fight music starts up again, interspersed by grunts (from the TV) and groans (from Baby).
Mystery wonders which of them is using the controller she had against her cunt.
While he works, he feels the insistent press of Romance’s pussy against the small of his back. The lace of her panties is scratchy, but not altogether unpleasant where it rubs against the sliver of skin visible beneath his hiked-up shirt.
“God, he likes doing this so much,” Romance sighs above him. She pets his hair back to keep it out of the way, though with Baby’s legs around his head, that proves a little challenging.
Mystery thinks she just wants an excuse to touch Baby’s thighs, honestly.
“He’s… a-a regular… mouth slut, huh…?” Baby asks. She stares down at him while he works. “Put your tongue in me… Fuck, lick it up.”
He obeys immediately. Baby is tight, small, not the world’s biggest fan of penetration. But his tongue is usually fine. Small and squishy enough that he figures it doesn’t hurt her the way his cock sometimes does.
If only her parents knew how many of her firsts he stole.
No… That’s wrong. He didn’t “steal” anything. Every encounter he’s had with these girls has been willingly given, enthusiastically asked for. He’s not sure what it is about him — that he’s mostly silent, maybe, an enigma, but polite when he does speak — but he won’t look the gift horse that is “hot girls are super attracted to him” in the mouth.
He tonguefucks Baby until she’s gasping and yanking at his hair, at which point he goes back up to her clit and sucks it hard. Romance is grinding against him rhythmically now, making a patch of his back as damp as her panties.
“She tastes good, huh?” Romance giggles, playing with his hair some more, tugging it back into a ponytail in her hand. “I know I could lick that little pussy all day. No wonder you like it so much. Hey, make her come, I want you next…”
“Don’t rush me,” Baby growls, grinding against Mystery’s face. “Y-you’ll get him when— I’m good and done…”
It’s intoxicating, being fought over. What man wouldn’t like to be in this situation? Well… Except for the idiotic other boys in the locker room, talking about how disgusting it is to go down on their girlfriends.
What losers. He sometimes thinks about showing their girlfriends what a real man does for his woman.
Real men should have no problems doing this, he thinks. Real men are happy to wear a girl’s thighs as earmuffs. Real men love the taste of a sweet cunt all dripping and desperate for them. They don’t let bullshit ideas about “weakness” or “overindulgence” rule them. And what’s wrong with indulging your girl? Isn’t that what you’re with her for?
He really doesn’t understand other men. Oh well.
More for him.
Lucky for Romance, it’s not long before Baby arches her back and whines, cunt fluttering as she comes hard against Mystery’s face. He licks her through it the way he knows she likes, letting up before he can overstimulate her. Which is fun to do sometimes, but he doesn’t particularly want to drag out Baby’s torture when Romance is practically fucking herself on his spine.
“Ooh, jagi, you done?” she asks, tugging him up once he finishes with Baby. Her tongue finds his dripping chin, his slick-shiny lips, and they kiss with Baby panting beneath them.
“Want my tongue?” he asks when they part. “Or my cock?”
“No cock,” Baby answers for her. “My parents will for sure hear if the bed starts banging against the wall.”
“We can do it on the floor,” Romance says, arms looped around Mystery’s shoulders.
Baby rolls her eyes. “You get loud with a cock in you, Romance. Just fuck his face.”
“This is why we should do these things at my house,” Romance sighs. “Next sleepover at mine, okay?”
“Just ‘cuz you want dick? Wow, your priorities…”
“Baby, be nice,” Abby says from her place on the floor, never taking her eyes off the game.
“I’m not wrong.” Baby frowns down at herself as she tugs her panties back into place. “Ew, Mystery, get me some new panties. These are all wet.”
“Hm?” Mystery arches a brow, trying to extract himself from Romance, who’s started kissing him again.
Baby’s foot knocks into his side a few times. “Go! It’ll just take a second. You can eat her out when you get back.”
Though Romance whines and grumbles, Mystery tugs his way out of her arms and wanders to Baby’s dresser. This isn’t the first time he’s poked around in her underwear drawer. He’s quick to pluck up a plain pair of white panties, cotton, suitable for lounging around in after an orgasm.
Baby snatches them up when he gets close. “Okay. Lick Miss Whiny Bitch now.”
Mystery chuckles and crawls back onto the bed between Romance’s long, spread legs. As Baby changes behind him, he tugs Romance’s panties all the way off.
Her pubes are shaped like a heart. Way too on-brand, Mystery thinks, but he’d never give her anything but compliments.
“Miss Whiny Bitch,” he says, rubbing her clit with the pad of his thumb, “do I have permission to be your little fucktoy for the night?”
“Every night, jagi,” Romance sighs, lashes fluttering in contentment. “Now lick me, or else you’ll see how whiny I can really get.”
His fingers explore her soft skin as his tongue laps at her clit. Romance gets wet, which he thinks contributes to how easily she can take his dick compared to all the rest of them. Bit of a size queen, really. Which works out, because Mystery’s pretty well-endowed.
It’s not long before she’s commanding him to finger her. Baby said he can’t use his cock, but she never said anything about this, so he does it, curling two fingers up into her g-spot while she leaks a wet spot onto Baby’s sheets.
“Yeah… That’s it… G-good fucking boy…” Romance moans, hand tangled in his hair. “Good boy who… who loves eating pussy, mmn…”
Just to confirm it, Mystery moans, lapping harder at her clit. What’s not to love about this, really? The soft glide of thin skin under his tongue… The way girls squirm and claw at him and squeal. The taste of their slick, sweeter than a man’s cum, perfectly delicious.
He rocks against the bed while he works, relieving some of the desperate pressure in his crotch. As Romance creeps closer to her finish, he knows he has no chance of coming first, but that’s okay. He never does. Why would he even want to finish when he knows his job’s not yet done?
Above him, he hears Baby grunt. He looks up to watch her crawl forward and press her palm into Romance’s mouth.
“Shut up,” she says. “You are way too loud.”
That’s probably because Mystery is three fingers deep in her by now. Her cunt makes obscene wet noises as he fingerfucks her, drools down her pussy with every lap of his tongue. He can feel her tighten up when Baby covers her mouth, close, closer, closer.
She whines, muffled beneath Baby’s hand. Mystery focuses solely on pleasuring her, his own rocking hips fallen to the wayside. His nostrils flare as she pulls him flush to her cunt, muscles spasming around his fingers while she howls out her finish.
Good thing for Baby, because without her to gag Romance, that definitely would have alerted her parents. It’s kind of exciting, though, knowing they’re doing this under everyone’s noses. Mystery certainly gets a kick out of the idea that just the Saja Girls know how much of a pussy fiend he is.
He slurps her cunt juice off his fingers when he sits up. Romance shudders and whines and pulls Baby down for a passionate kiss.
“...We gotta start putting towels down,” Baby says once they part, frowning down at the wet spot between Romance’s legs.
“Just consider the smell a keepsake, from me to you,” Romance says, taking her wet panties when Mystery offers them up. Unlike Baby, she has no problem tugging them right back on.
Baby’s nose wrinkles. “Eugh. No thanks. Hey, anyone else wanna use Mystery’s mouth before I change the sheets?”
“Um…” Abby’s wide eyes reflect the TV back through them, and she wallops Jina’s character. “I’m good. Babe…?”
Jina’s cheeks darken in the light from the screen. “No thanks. I’m fine.”
Mystery chuckles and brushes her long, dark hair behind her shoulder. “You sure? Today could finally be the day you let me see you for real…”
Jina falters badly enough that Abby’s able to effortlessly pull off her character’s signature move, ending the fight.
Mystery laughs.
“I’m joking. I know you’re a Joseon-era old lady at heart.”
“I’m not old,” Jina huffs into Abby’s shoulder.
“You’re a little old,” Abby says. “‘Sokay, though. We love you for it.”
Jina rolls her eyes.
“Love you, too, losers.”
It’s the 18th.
Mystery knows what that means.
An arm hooks around his neck as he passes the girls’ bathroom. With an oof, he stumbles inside.
Abby immediately shuts and locks the door. “Got ten minutes?”
“For you, always.”
Abby sighs and grabs his arm, yanking him to a stall. “Good, because I am fucking dying today. Cardio’s not helping, it’s a really heavy one this month…”
She shoves her pants down and sits on the toilet with her legs spread. Her cunt is streaked with blood, just like the pad stuck to her panties between her feet.
“Say no more,” Mystery says with a smirk, getting to his knees. “Hair tie?”
Abby fishes an elastic tie out of her pocket and hands it to Mystery, who binds back as much of his hair as he can.
This sort of thing gets messy.
He licks his lips and sets his hands on her inner thighs. “Ready?”
“Quick, quick,” Abby says, tugging his head to her cunt. “Gotta get back to class soo— Oooh…”
Mystery dutifully licks her clit, tasting blood, loving the metallic tang of it. He really doesn’t get why so many people are so grossed out by this. He’s never once had a problem earning his “red wings.” It’s just a little blood; everyone has it, so what’s the problem?
There is an aftertaste to period blood, though, that’s different from regular blood. Something a bit more meaty. It’s not the same type of blood that comes out of your veins, he read; sometimes there are clots, or pieces of tissue, but he really doesn’t care. He swallows them down like all the rest of it.
The important thing is that his girls are taken care of. He does this for all of them (except Jina, who might as well exile herself for the entire length of her period for as cagey as she is about it). Orgasms help keep the cramps at bay, apparently. So a few times a month, he winds up with blood dripping down his chin and streaking through his teeth, and he loves every single fucking second of it.
Abby moans softly as he goes to town on her clit. She pushes his bangs back out of his eyes, and he watches her while he licks up her blood. Stares at her face unimpeded, watching her go pink like her hair, watching her nipples poke through the sports bra under her shirt.
“Tongue inside?” he asks, panting against her pussy, face already streaked red from the nose down.
Abby shakes her head. “Y’can— can lick outside, but it’s too— It’s sore today.”
Sometimes, the girls get too sensitive for penetration on their periods. Mystery can’t really imagine what it must be like for an area that intimate to be in that much pain. He watches videos of men hooked up to electrodes to simulate period cramps, but he figures they can’t replicate the feeling of a hole that’s too sore to be used.
He hopes his soft, wet tongue provides her some relief as he laps at her blood. He doesn’t linger on her hole, though, going back to her clit in short order. His hands stay obediently on her thighs.
Obedient. A good dog. That’s what he is. He growls a little against her cunt, a satisfied thing meant to let her know exactly how much he enjoys his place. He’d eat his girls out for hours if they asked.
Occasionally, they do. Well, mostly Romance. She’s particularly insatiable. Able to take his cock during her periods, usually; says something about cum against her dilating cervix soothes her. Which doesn’t make much sense to him, but sure as fuck sounds hot. He pictures his cum making its way into her womb sometimes, breeding her, but she’s on birth control, so he doesn’t need to actually worry about it. He’s safe to enjoy the fantasy of making her his in a way so absolutely thorough.
He can’t see Abby ever getting pregnant, on the flip side. She loves her own body too much. As she should; she works hard to be that toned, that muscular, that attractive. And she is attractive, no matter what some of the dipshits around school say. “Women shouldn’t be so built” this, “It’s not sexy when a girl is stronger than you” that. Idiotic.
Mystery would let her throw him straight through a window, then thank her for it.
He worships her clit with everything in him. This isn’t supposed to be a slow, sensual encounter. It’s meant to get her off as fast as possible so she can get on with her day. So his effort reflects that, flicking his tongue over her swollen clit as fast as he can.
She’s got a particularly big one. Her clit is prominent, protruding proudly from her body, almost like the ones Mystery sees on trans boys when he clicks “I’m over 18” and dicks around on PornHub. He likes it. It gives him something nice and thick to suck on.
Abby moans softly and holds his head against her cunt, rocking her hips. Mystery keeps going, never changing pace — that’s important for women, he read. Keeping it consistent when you get close to the end. Switching it up can ruin things, and he doesn’t intend for this fuck to end poorly.
Her cunt throbs when she comes. Mystery can feel the flexing of her muscles beneath his tongue. During one of his horny research sprees, he learned that that’s what does it, the throbbing. Makes the cervix or the uterus or whatever contract, more blood flow, a nice internal massage to soothe the cramps.
Abby relaxes onto the toilet and struggles to catch her breath.
“Fuck… Thanks,” she says after a moment or two, dripping blood into the water beneath her. Mystery longs to lick it up, but he controls himself, watching her wipe it all away with a wad of toilet paper. “Shit, hold on…”
She grabs another handful of toilet paper and begins to wipe his face with it. He whimpers.
“I wanted to lick it all up.”
“Don’t have time,” Abby says, tossing the soiled paper into the toilet bowl. “Wash your face before you go. Use soap. Rinse real good.”
“I know, I know,” he groans, standing up. His cock is hard in his pants, now level with Abby’s face. “You can go. I’m gonna…”
He gestures to himself. Abby tugs her own pants up, fastens them, and shimmies past him out of the stall.
“Okay, but be quick. You’re not supposed to be in here,” she says. “I’m serious. Soap, Mystery.”
“Mhm.” Mystery waves her off, deftly undoing his pants with one hand. He stares down at the bloodsoaked toilet paper still floating in the bowl. “Text me if you need me again.”
“Don’t be gross with that,” Abby calls as she exits the bathroom.
A quick sprint to lock the door behind her, then Mystery’s back in the stall. He sits the wrong way on the toilet seat, straddling it, and spits on his hand before he starts to jerk himself off.
Below him, blood. Abby’s beautiful blood. He can still smell her on his face, and desperately licks at his mouth for any traces of her left. He sucks the flavor off of his teeth and strokes himself nice and hard.
“Fuck… Fuck…”
He grumbles to himself as he remembers the feeling of being pressed up against her cunt. The smell of blood, the taste of it thick on his tongue. He wishes he had more time. He’d tease her, get her off, make her come again and again. Those cramps wouldn’t stand a chance if he had a full day in bed with her.
Sometimes they do that. When the girls’ periods fall on a weekend or a school holiday, he makes up an excuse to get into their rooms and “keep them company.” Honestly, he’s really not sure how none of their parents have caught on yet. Or maybe they have, but value their own peace more than they want to confront their daughters.
Works for him either way.
He growls as he twists his hand, tugs his cock, palms at the head. The urge to reach into the toilet bowl and grab the sodden paper is strong, but he’s proud that he resists. He’s not quite that low.
Yet.
Still, he certainly keeps an eye on it while he pleasures himself. The stark red on plain white is a delicious contrast. What can he say? He’s always liked blood. What a joy it is to be on a planet where half the population gives some up once a month without even being injured.
With a groan, he comes, his finish splattering into the water and onto the bloody toilet paper. He admires the sight; his claim on her blood, intertwined, connected.
It’s not that deep, he tells himself as his senses flood back to him.
(But it kind of is.)
He swipes a drop of cum from his cockhead, licks it off, then tucks himself back into his pants and wanders over to the sinks.
Abby missed a spot of blood under his bangs.
He smirks.
Yeah, sure. He’ll use soap.
After he gets a little taste.
Jina comes up to him one day, looking serious.
“I need to talk to you,” she says in a tone that implies there’s no room for dissent.
“Sure,” he says. “About what?”
Jina bites her lip. “In private.”
“Not what I asked, but okay. Where should we talk?”
“Um. Under the bleachers, after school?”
He nods.
So that’s where they end up some hours later. Jina hugs a few books to herself, which is a dead giveaway of how uncomfortable she is. Just putting as many things between herself and Mystery as she can.
“What’s this about?” he asks.
“I… I want… need you to do something for me,” she says. “Don’t laugh. I swear to god, I will beat you if you laugh.”
Mystery arches a brow. “No laughing from me, boss. What do you need?”
She moves in closer and lowers her voice. Her cheeks are dusted a nice red.
“...I want you to take my virginity.”
Well. That’s.
That’s not what he expected to hear.
“Huh?” is all he can think of to say.
“I’m— I’m tired of being a virgin,” she whispers. “But you’re the only— the only guy I…”
Wow. It’s actually pretty heartwarming, knowing Jina trusts him that much.
It also makes his dick twitch.
“I thought you and the girls fuck around,” he says. “I mean, even if you do it with your clothes on…”
“Yeah, but this is different!” Jina insists. “I want— I wanna be able to be like them. Just— Just totally— Y’know, confident with all this stuff! So I know if I just get it over with and have sex with a guy, it’ll be fine!”
Mystery’s not sure he entirely follows her logic, but he also doesn’t disagree with it. Breaking the dam, right? It could work.
“You sure you wanna go all the way, though?” he asks. “We could start with me just eating your pussy without the panties on.”
“We’ll do that to start,” Jina says, getting redder, “but I don’t wanna just stop there. I really wanna do this, Mystery — all at once. Like ripping off a bandaid. So— So are you in, or should I find someone else?”
Mystery can’t help it. He scoffs out a laugh.
“Who else would you even find besides me?”
“Ugh, that’s the point!” Jina huffs. “It has to be you. It just has to. I don’t… I can’t do that with any other guy…”
“Jina, Jina,” Mystery says, grabbing her by the shoulders, massaging them with his thumbs. “It’s okay. Yeah, I’ll do it. When did you want to?”
Jina’s eyes sparkle with wonder. “Really? You will? Y-yeah! Yeah, so, okay — this weekend, I think, but… Uh… There’s one other thing I was hoping we could do.”
Mystery blinks. “Anal?”
“Wh—! No, not anal, fuck’s sake!” Jina says, shoving him back with one firm hand. “I just… I was hoping it’d be cool with you if the other girls were there. Um. Y’know. Just— I trust you, but—”
“Moral support?” Mystery asks. A slow grin creeps onto his face. “Yeah, that’s fine. They in on it yet?”
“We talked about it, yeah,” Jina says, and Mystery isn’t surprised. Of course she’d consult with the Saja Council before asking him anything. “They, um— They’re fine with it. But they’re just, y’know, gonna watch and— and yeah. Not— It’s not a fivesome type thing—”
“Got it,” Mystery says. “Focus on you. I can do that.”
“Yeah…?” Jina tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, sheepish. She smiles. “Thanks, Mystery. It… It really does mean a lot.”
“Anything for a friend,” he says.
They decide to do it at Romance’s house. Her parents don’t give much of a fuck what they do, and her bed is much bigger and nicer.
A perfect place for someone to get their cherry popped, he thinks.
Jina arrives in just a cute button-up and a denim skirt. Mystery makes a point of it to eye her up and down, looking as hungrily and obviously as he can with his eyes obscured.
“You look good,” he tells her, standing to wrap his arms around her waist. “Ready?”
She slides her hands up his chest and nods. “Mhm… We— We’ll go slow, right?”
“Slow as you want,” Mystery says, and he gives her a quick kiss. “You control me tonight. I’ll let you use me however you want… gongju.”
She flushes at the nickname. Jina, he knows, has never thought of herself as much of a princess. More a pauper, really. Coming from such a destitute background, it’s only recently that she’s been coming out of her shell a bit more, trying to trust people and win them over.
He thinks it doesn’t matter how much money her family has or whether she can afford nice clothes and pretty makeup, though. What matters is that she feels as gorgeous as she is, and gets whatever she wants.
He’s kind of a simp for his girls.
Sue him.
“L-let’s lay down,” Jina says, giving him a light shove toward the bed.
He watches her glance at the other three, who are already seated on the edges of it. Backing up, Mystery lets the mattress strike the backs of his knees and takes a seat, dragging her with him.
They kiss as he lies back in bed, her on top of him. It doesn’t take much making out for him to wind up hard as a rock, and he gently tugs her hips down so she can feel the bulge of it.
She gasps against his lips. “Oh, fuck… Fuck, that’s gonna be inside me…”
She doesn’t sound like she hates the prospect. Good. Mystery’s hands find her thighs and push up her skirt until he can grab handfuls of her ass.
“Yeah,” he says. “I’ll put it in nice and slow… Let you feel it. Are you excited?”
Jina giggles. When she blinks, a few scattered tears sparkle on her lashes.
“A little scared,” she admits.
“Hey— Hey,” Mystery says, sitting up to kiss the tears from her closed eyes. “It’s fine. Okay? I’m gonna take care of you…”
“You know you don’t have to do this, Jina,” Abby says, reaching out to touch her arm.
“I know,” Jina nods, “I know. I want to. I do! J-just… I mean, you’re big…”
In his lap now that he’s sitting up, Jina looks down at Mystery’s crotch. His cock strains against denim, ready to be freed at a moment’s notice.
“I’ll use my fingers first,” he assures her, petting her back. “Get you nice and stretched out.”
“It feels really good,” Romance says, playing with a strand of Jina’s hair. “I promise. Like, out of this world fucking cock.”
Mystery grins. “Thanks.”
“Don’t let it get to your head,” Baby scoffs. “Jina, you might not like it. And it’s okay if you don’t. Not every girl needs to take dick.”
“I wanna try!” Jina says. “I just wanna try. And if it sucks, we’ll stop.”
Mystery kisses her cheek, her nose, then her lips. “It won’t suck. I’ll make you feel really good…”
He kisses her again and wraps his arms around her, rolling them over so she’s on her back looking up at him. She pants, toes curling, hands on his arms.
“...Can I see you naked?” Mystery asks. “Or just your pussy?”
“Um…” Jina worries her lower lip between her teeth. “I mean, I did get— Ro, uh, helped me pick it out, but…”
She unbuttons her shirt to reveal a lacy black bra — decorative, fancy, form over function, and most definitely expensive, so not Jina’s style.
Still. It looks amazing on her.
“Your tits look so great!” Romance squeals. “I knew they would! Can I…?”
Her hand hovers over Jina’s chest. Abby and Baby glare at her, but Jina just giggles and nods. Romance takes her cue to squeeze her chest, one breast and then the other, the pair of them laughing like the bubbly teenage girls they are.
God, Mystery’s dick is so fucking hard.
“Can I?” he asks, licking his lips.
Jina tentatively nods again. “Mhm. Um, not too hard…”
He’s soft, gentle, reverent as he reaches up to cup her breasts in his hands. He feels her nipples poking through the thin lace, and ghosts his thumbs over them before he pushes the cups to the side to free her tits.
He’s seen her a few times before. Always brief. Usually just the other girls convincing her to join in on flashing him, because they like to tease him when he gets desperate. But he’s never gotten to touch before now.
He looks to her for permission as he lowers his head. She nods, so he wraps his lips around a nipple and sucks. Her sigh is music to his ears. He runs a hand up and down her thigh, the other one playing with the nipple that isn’t in his mouth. Then he switches it up, giving both breasts equal attention.
With all their eyes on him, Mystery kisses down Jina’s stomach and pushes up her skirt. He smirks when he sees her black lace panties.
“Got the matching set?” he asks.
Jina nods. Romance says, “I have good taste, huh?”
Mystery ignores her. He trails the backs of his fingers so, so lightly up and down Jina’s crotch. He can feel how wet she is already.
“Ready to let me see?” he asks.
Jina throws a hand over her face and peers down at him between her fingers. “Um… I…”
Mystery presses a couple kisses to her clit through the fabric. “I can warm you up first…”
This is how they normally do it. Mystery carding his tongue over Jina’s panties, letting her feel it without the “shame” of having him actually see her bare. God, he wishes she had an easier time getting over that shame. She really is gorgeous. He knows her cunt will be, too.
Jina lets out a shuddering moan. Slowly, as Mystery licks her, she lets her hand fall off of her face.
“Guys, can you— Can you hold me down?” Jina asks.
Abby blinks. “Huh?”
“Like— My arms,” Jina says. “Just— Not hard, I just… I want you t-to… do that… while he takes my panties off of me.”
Mystery arches a brow. That’s how she wants it…? What a kinky girl. And the wild part is, she’s probably convinced herself it’s not kinky at all.
“Uh… You sure?” Abby asks. “If you don’t wanna take ‘em off—”
“I do! But I’m— I just think…” Jina sucks in a slow breath. “...j-just think it might be easier if. Um. It’s kinda like I don’t have a choice?”
Mystery bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking. Girls like her… It helps to think of it as not being their “fault.” That’s what it seems like, anyway.
He really has to wonder just how far she might want to take this involuntary fantasy, but that’s a question for after she’s lost her virginity.
For now, he just keeps licking her.
“...If you want,” Abby says, openly wary. “But you remember what we talked about?”
Whatever that means, Jina nods about it. “Yeah. It’s okay, Abby. I really want it…”
Abby pets a strand of hair out of Jina’s face and says, “Ro. You get her other arm.”
Romance giggles and uses both hands to pin Jina’s right arm down. Abby does the same to her left. Jina squirms, and god, Mystery wants to fucking pounce on her, but one sidelong glare from Baby keeps him in check.
“...Okay,” Jina says after a moment spent struggling lightly, as if testing her friends’ hold. “Y-you can… take ‘em off me now.”
“Yeah?” Mystery’s hands go to the elastic of her panties. “Sure?”
“Sure.”
Jina sounds resolute, even if she looks embarrassed out of her fucking mind. So Mystery tugs her panties down her legs bit by bit by bit.
As they come down, Jina moans. She goes from watching him to squeezing her eyes shut and turning her head away, burning red to her ears.
So cute.
Mystery gets the panties over the hump of her knees, then takes pity on her and removes them quickly. He parts her tense legs with a hand on her knee…
And, god, he was right.
She’s beautiful. Lips shaved, but a triangle of hair left above her pussy, she’s glistening and pink and perfect. He doesn’t know why she’d ever want to hide that part of herself. Any man (or woman) would be lucky as hell to crawl through glass just for a glance at that cunt.
“Jina, you look so good,” he breathes, carding a hand up her inner thigh. “Please let me eat you out. Please.”
“Be— Go— Go slow,” Jina says, biting her lip. “I’ve never— Th-this is the first… time…”
So he gets to do this skin-to-skin before she’s even let her girlfriends do it. That brings out a level of pride in Mystery he didn’t realize he was capable of feeling. Though it pains him not to just dive in full-force, he’s grateful for any touch at all as he slowly, carefully slides his tongue over her clit.
Her gasp is sharp and high-pitched. She lurches against her friends’ grip, and Abby, startled, asks, “Do we let go—?”
“No!” Jina says immediately. “No! No… J-just… Keep— Keep holding me while… while he does it.”
“...If you’re sure…”
Jina nods and smiles. “I don’t wanna push him away. I wanna really… just really feel it. Make me feel it… Uh, Mystery, you can— you can keep going.”
Mystery, who’d paused as soon as she seemed to be struggling, is happy to get right back into it. He licks her so slowly that it drives him crazy; he can’t imagine what she must be feeling as he teases her bare pussy in a way no one ever has yet.
It takes a while, but Jina gets into it. Starts rolling her hips up and down, squeezing and unsqueezing his head with her thighs, moaning for more.
“Faster,” she says at some point, and Mystery obliges.
He takes the chance to shove his tongue in her once she’s writhing in pleasure. She squeals, higher than before, heels digging into his back.
“Can I finger you?” he asks, husky voice soft against her pussy. “It’ll feel— feel better if—”
“J-just one finger,” Jina says. “For now.”
Just one it is. Mystery is able to slide it in with relative ease, though he can feel she is pretty tight. Wet, though, which is definitely a blessing. He flicks his tongue faster over her clit as he finds her g-spot, and before he knows it, she’s howling in pleasure.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! A-another!” she commands, grinding her pussy into his face.
With a touch more difficulty, he slides a second finger in next to the first. Sucking hard, he carefully scissors them inside her, feeling resistance.
“Relax,” he says when he pulls back. “Pretty gongju. Just feel them for a minute…”
He stops licking her and focuses on slowly fingering her pussy. She whimpers, but she never once tells her friends to let her up, never tells him to stop.
“How is it?” he asks after a few moments.
“W… weird…”
“Good weird or bad weird?”
“I… I think good…”
“You think…?”
“Mmn… Uh… It’s h-hard to tell…” she murmurs. “Felt better when you were licking me, too…”
Mystery hums. He doesn’t have anything else to say to that; the best thing he can do with his mouth right now is to treat her to the skills of his tongue. So he does, sucking her clit, fingering her open, waiting for her body to settle down and accept the intrusion.
In a few minutes, Jina starts to once more hump his face and make the most delightful little sounds. Mystery lets it go on until she seems like she’s about to burst, then pulls back to ask, “Another one?”
“Huh?” Jina gasps, pants. “What?”
“Another finger, gongju?”
“Uh— Yeah— Yeah, don’t stop this time…!”
“Want me to make you come?” Mystery asks. “Before I fuck you?”
Jina nods frantically, a strand of hair sticking to her sweaty face. “Supposed to— to help. For when we do it for real.”
Mystery has no idea what the science behind that is, nor does he care. He just shrugs and goes back to what he was doing, while slipping a third finger inside her.
It’s tight again, so he makes sure to really rub her g-spot while he’s in there. Alternating between licking and sucking her clit, he does everything he can to make this orgasm mind-blowing for her.
And it seems like it works. Jina howls, arching her back, rubbing against his face with all her strength. Mystery moans as she makes his mouth and his fingers hers, as she marks him up with such sweet-smelling slick.
Romance moans softly, grinding her own cunt against the bed.
“You did it, Jina,” she coos as Mystery slows to a stop. “You came with his fingers inside you. Oh my god, you let him lick you! Does it feel sooooo fucking good…?”
Jina nods deliriously. Her eyes are glossed over and unfocused, hair strand partway lodged in the corner of her mouth.
It’s Abby who pets that hair away and kisses her softly on the lips.
“Liked it?” she asks.
Jina nods again.
“Still wanna go all the way…?”
Jina looks at Mystery. Though it’s hard for her to meet his eyes, she seems to do it right away, piercing gaze staring into his soul. There’s something there for a minute, he thinks, some sort of connection where they both have the same thought at the same time:
We’re doing this.
“Yeah,” she says. “Yeah, I do.”
“Need a minute?” Mystery asks. “If you want, you can touch me…”
Jina looks down at his body, then nods and attacks his lips with her own. She tentatively takes his cock out; they’ve grinded dry, and she’s rubbed her panties on his bare cock before, but that’s the sum total of interactions they’ve had with his cock in the picture.
“I wanna suck it,” she says, already pulling her hair back. “Can I?”
“Be my guest,” Mystery says, sitting back on his hands.
He’s always happy to let girls use him for experimentation. There’s something uniquely pleasurable about a girl who gets up close and personal with your cock, really experiences it instead of just sucking it. And Jina? Damn, she sure takes her fucking time with it.
Kittenish little licks and pecks of her lips, poking at it, tugging back the foreskin, playing with his balls. He lets her, and he doesn’t dare complain. It’s his favorite position, being used as a sex toy for his pretty friends.
“It’s not going to bite you,” Romance chuckles after a while.
Jina pouts. “I know. I’m just taking my time with it.”
“You’re lucky Mystery’s such an incurable horndog,” Baby says. “Any other guy woulda came by now.”
“That’s why she asked me,” Mystery says.
He smirks, and the girls roll their eyes. Jina gets back to sucking him off, moving a bit more insistently now. He trails an idle hand down her back and rubs up and down her wet slit.
She whimpers, rubbing with her hands whatever part of his cock she can’t get in her mouth. He strokes lightly over her clit, then tugs at her askew clothes.
“Wanna get these off before we start?” he asks.
“Oh… Um… Yeah.” Jina goes red again as she strips off the remainder of her half-off clothes. Naked, she’s even more gorgeous than before, but looks twelve times as self-conscious. “You want to…?”
For her sake more than his own, Mystery strips, too. Doesn’t stop until every stitch of clothing is gone. Then he crawls on top of her again, flattening her into the mattress, feeling her paw at him with desperate, frantic motions.
“Still good for it…?” he asks, half expecting her to change her mind.
But she nods. “Mhm. Yeah. I want— want to.”
“...You’re trembling.”
He rakes the backs of his fingers down the gooseflesh over her arm. She shudders more, gnawing at her lip.
“I just— um— n-need—” Jina puts her hands out. “Girls…?”
Abby grabs one of her hands, Romance grabs the other, and Baby, never one to be left out, pats her arm.
“Remember,” Abby says, “it’s okay to be scared. It’s okay to cry.”
“But it’s not supposed to hurt,” Baby adds. “So tell him to stop if it does.”
“And don’t wait for him to come,” Romance says. “You do it whenever you’re ready. He should be holding out for you.”
Jina nods with teary eyes at all of their advice. When Mystery’s hand finds her cheek, she sniffles.
“This is all for you,” he tells her. “I’m here to make you feel good, gongju. So just tell me when to do that, and I will…”
“O-okay,” Jina says, nodding. “Okay. Okay… I’m ready. Do it.”
Mystery gives her a kiss, then focuses on pressing his cock in slow enough that it doesn’t overwhelm her, without being so slow that it feels endless. He’s fucked virgins before. There’s a balance, when you’re still figuring out what makes her feel good.
Jina’s eyes widen, and she visibly tightens her grip on the girls’ hands. “Nngh—!”
Mystery glances at her face. “Faster? Slower?”
“J-just— fuck, hold on a sec—”
Mystery slows to a stop and lets Jina pant there to catch her breath. He’s barely more than an inch in, but he’s thick; the shape is far different than three fingers.
“Go sl— go slow, and— and just— be careful,” she says after a moment.
Mystery hums and starts to go a little deeper. She’s so wet, but so tense. He kisses her again and starts to rock his hips at the same time, fucking her shallowly with just what’s in so far.
Her kiss back is frantic. She squeezes her friends’ hands hard as she arches up into him, and he inches in slowly, more and more, until more than half of his cock is buried deep in her pussy.
She was a virgin so soon before this.
God, it’s such a stupid concept, “virginity,” dick that changes who you are fundamentally as a person, but it’s so hot, too, isn’t it? Knowing that he did this to her. Knowing that he was the one she chose to share such a special moment with. Knowing that no one can take that away from them.
She breaks free of Romance’s hold to grab him around the shoulders and tug him in for a deeper kiss. Her legs wrap around his waist and encourage him the final way in. There. She got what she wanted, and from the sounds of it, she’s enjoying herself quite a bit.
Mystery loves it when a good plan comes to fruition.
“Oh my god — is he all the way inside?” Romance asks breathlessly as Jina clings to him. “Does it feel good?”
“Yeah,” Jina gasps. “Yeah, it— He’s— Yeah!”
“You feel— so good,” he murmurs against her neck. “You want— want to try it rough…?”
“Um— Just a— Just a little—”
Just a little rough?
Yeah, he can do that.
Mystery starts to fuck her harder, grabbing an arm, pinning it by her head. He watches her pupils dilate, feels her cunt clench around him harder, and knows she likes this kind of thing. She’s made that abundantly clear, hasn’t she? So he pins her other arm, too, and goes to town on her cunt, listening to her howl with a cock that throbs hard in her pussy.
“You okay?” Abby asks, loud to be heard over Jina’s moaning.
“Ye-ah!” Jina stutters, tits bouncing with every thrust. “Fuck— F-fuck me— Mystery—!”
And so another innocent virgin bites the dust. Mystery will be surprised if the genie goes back in the bottle after this. He can already feel the desperate call of her body, chasing her orgasm so fearlessly. She won’t want to stop doing this any time soon.
Sure enough, she screams out her finish a few moments later. Mystery fucks her through it, and only when he’s hanging on by a fucking thread does he ask, “Where do you want me to come…?”
“I… Inside me, I’m on birth control,” Jina says, face lecherously red.
“Oh, fuck,” Mystery breathes, fucking her until he does just that, captivated by the idea of her asking him to finish inside. Is there any better way to do it, really? Seeing your cum leaking out of a woman’s pussy, knowing you laid claim to her like that… It does it for him.
He kisses her as he pulls out, but then he has to pull back to look at her. A hand slaps in front of her pussy promptly, and he frowns.
“Don’t look,” she says. “It’s embarrassing…”
“I just did it, though,” Mystery says. “I came in your pussy. Nothing embarrassing about that.”
“Mystery—!”
“I mean it.” He turns his head to kiss her knee. “I’m not embarrassed by the things I do. Especially not when they involve making such a pretty princess come her brains out.”
The bottom of Jina’s foot collides with his shoulder.
“You are soooo embarrassing…!”
Mystery catches her ankle and kisses her sole, right where it’s most sensitive near the center of her foot.
“And you’re not a virgin anymore. You’re welcome.”
A silence descends on all of them as the words sink in. She sure isn’t a virgin. And she trusted him to do it. And all of them to make sure he’d stay honorable. That’s…
Well, that means a lot. To everyone.
Jina lowers her foot, frowns down at her body, and scoffs. “Okay. I guess I see what all the fuss is about, now…”
“Told you you would.”
“Shut up, Romance.”
“He’s got a great tongue, though, right? Like, I can’t believe you just did it with panties on this whole entire time…”
“Yeah, I’m gonna steal him from you now!”
“What—? Oh, no, don’t you dare, you bitch…!”
Mystery listens to them “fight” and chuckles to himself.
He loves his girls.
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