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The sun set below the horizon of Jabberwock Island, casting a warm orange and purple. Kyoko Kirigiri stood at the edge of their private villa’s balcony, the ocean breeze ruffling her black bikini. Two weeks from now would be the end of her life as a single woman, he engagement ring on her finger shone against the light of the setting sum. A reminder of her upcoming wedding to Makoto Naegi, the one person who'd cracked her guarded shell. Kyoko's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of laughter. Aoi Asahina splashed out from the waves, her tan body glistening in a skimpy golden swimsuit that clung to her toned curves, shaking water from her chestnut-colored hair like a playful puppy. 'Kyoko! You gonna stand there sulking all night, or join the fun?
Nearby Sayaka Maizono stood by the bonfire they'd lit for the barbecue, humming a tune as she flipped skewers of grilled seafood. Her melodic giggles carried on the wind. Celestia Ludenberg reclined on a beach chair like royalty, her gothic black bikini accented with lace. She turned the pages of her book while sipping a cocktail. Junko Enoshima sprawled across a towel, her wild twin tails splayed out, dressed in a bikini that barely qualified as clothing. She tossed a beer can to Komaru Naegi, Makoto's younger sister, who caught it with a wide smile.
As the stars began to appear in the sky the group's attention turned to teasing the future bride. Junko clapped her hands, her blonde twin tails bouncing. 'Alright, ladies! Time for the real surprise. Kyoko, you've been such a good girl your whole life, but once you're hitched to that lucky boy, you’ll never have the chance at a wild night like this again so we're giving you a sendoff you'll never forget!'
Kyoko's eyes sharpened, sensing the strange shift. 'What are you talking about?' her gloved hands fidgeting at her sides. 'If this is another one of your pranks Junko… I'm not amused.'
Aoi giggled, sliding up to Kyoko. 'Y'know, thanks to your future sis-in-law Komaru spilling the beans on your browser history, we've got the scoop on your... hidden interests.' She says with a smug grin. ‘Blacked stuff, huh? I didn’t think you were the type~.’
Kyoko's stomach dropped, her browser history… when did Komaru look through that? Yes, she had watched some in the past it would be dishonest to say otherwise, but why is that relevant here? It had been years since then, she was a curious teenager! And in two weeks, she’ll be a married woman! Before she could further her questioning the group dragged her toward the bonfire-lit beach, where the raging fire coated the beach in its orange light. From the darkness emerged six men, all tall and muscled, their dark skin glistening under the firelight. They wore nothing but swim trunks that did little to hide the impressive outlines beneath. Their toned bodies oiled and gleaming, they ranged from broad and hulking to lean and athletic, all exuding a level of dominance that made the air thicken.
Horror gripped Kyoko. 'This is your idea of a surprise? An orgy? With them? You’re seriously asking me to cheat?' Her voice cracked with disgust.
Junko sauntered forward, linking arms with one. 'Your pre-wedding gift, detective. six hung black studs for the ultimate orgy. No strings, just pure fun. You'll thank us later!'
Aoi grabbed her arm, grinning wide. 'Lighten up! It's harmless fun. Makoto's sweet, but variety's the spice of life!' Sayaka nodded, batting her lashes at one of the newcomers. ‘Trust me, guys like these keep me wonderful company during my tours~.’ Celestia adjusted her gothic swimsuit, eyeing them appraisingly. ‘Junko licked her lips. 'Come on, detective. Live a little before the ball and chain.'
Komaru stepped up, her eyes sparkling with excitement. 'Kyoko, seriously. It's just one night. Makoto's my brother, and I love him, but he's... vanilla. No harm in a bit of fun before you tie the knot. Watch, if nothing else. See how good it feels.'
'I'm leaving… I want nothing to do with this!' Kyoko said as she snaps out of her shocked state. Cheating on Makoto was unthinkable, he was her anchor, the one who'd seen through her walls. And these men… stirred an old unease from cases she'd handled in the past. stereotypes she loathed but couldn't erase entirely.
The men grinned, stripping off their trunks to reveal thick, veined cocks, each at least eight inches, some longer, hanging heavy between their legs. The girls wasted no time, already shedding their swimsuits. Junko dropped to her knees first, tugging down a trunk to free a massive cock, thick as her wrist, veined and dark, curving upward with a heavy sway. She engulfed the head, sucking with sloppy vigor, her cheeks bulging as she worked the shaft deeper, gagging wetly. 'Fuck, this is prime… I love n****r cock.' She mumbled, spit already dribbling around it.
Aoi paired with another, her hands gripping his hips as she bobbed on his length, taking him to the back of her throat with ease. Her ponytail whipped as she pulled off to lick the underside, then dove back in, humming along his skin. Sayaka knelt gracefully, her idol lips wrapping around a third man's girth, alternating sucks with ball-licking, her tongue tracing every ridge while she stroked the base.
Celestia chose a refined approach, teasing her partner's tip with light kisses before sliding him in inch by inch, her hand pumping what her mouth couldn't reach yet. Komaru, surprisingly bold, handled two at once, sucking one while jerking the other, her small mouth stretched wide, eyes watering but sparkling with thrill.
Kyoko backed away a step, but her feet rooted to the sand before she turned around. She couldn't tear her eyes away, her arms crossed, heart pounding… She should run, call Makoto, and end this madness. But her gaze locked on the scene, Junko's throat convulsing around thrusts, Aoi's slurps echoing, Sayaka's soft moans as she deepthroated, Celestia's gags, Komaru's eagerly switching between cocks. The sounds… wet pops, heavy breathing, the men's low grunts wove into a hypnotic rhythm. Those cocks were enormous, dwarfing anything she'd known with Makoto, pulsing with masculinity.
Minutes stretched by as Kyoko watched, transfixed. Junko’s tits bouncing as she sucked harder, one hand fingering herself. Aoi was on all fours, letting her man fuck her face, drool stringing from her chin to his balls. Sayaka rode a cock with her mouth, grinding her bikini bottom against his face for friction.
Guilt twisted in her gut, visions of Makoto's trusting smile clashing with the heat pooling between her thighs. It wasn’t fair, using her own twisted fantasies against her… she loved Makoto more than anything. She always did her best to keep her desires away, and to only admire from a distance. But now it’s in front of her, each sloppy sound pulling her closer and closer. Why is she even thinking this way? Every black person she’s dealt with in her line of work has been nothing but a lowlife thug! She isn’t some awestruck teenager anymore, she thought she convinced herself it was just a phase but-
'Fuck, these sluts know how to suck!' A man growled as he thrust into Aoi’s throat, making her gag and drool Kyoko’s train of thought suddenly snapping from the sudden noise. Kyoko's cheeks burned, the forbidden heat building between her legs building and building despite her resolve.
Komaru glanced over mid-suck, pulling off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the throbbing cock. 'See? It's amazing. Just try it once.' One of the men receiving Komaru’s attention looms over at Kyoko. Tall, with dreads and a cock like polished obsidian, nine inches and thick. He stroked himself lazily, pre-cum beading at the slit. 'Your friends know what's good. Join the party, bride~.'
Kyoko shook her head, but her body betrayed her. Her nipples hardened against her bikini top, pussy clenching at the raw display. The persuasion wore her down, Komaru's words echoed, mixing with the moans. 'Fine,' she whispered finally, voice barely audible. What harm in one night? Makoto would never know, and Komaru was right… it was before vows. This is my only chance to live out my fantasy. The group cheered as she stepped forward, hands trembling as she untied her top. Her pale breasts spilled free, pink nipples erect in the night air.
The dreadlocked man pulled her close, his large hands cupping her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks. 'That's it, baby.' He locked his lips with Kyoko's tongues dancing along each other as her walls slowly crumbled. The way he held her… firm yet soft. It was subtle… but she felt his strength, his dominance, his cock gently brushing along her inner thigh as her arms slowly wrapped around his neck. She was in the presence of real men, it only took a few touches to realize this was on another level from Makoto. She knew black men were naturally stronger, she’s seen enough in the prisons she’s worked in, but touch him... To feel him? Her mind slowly began going blank as his tongue intruded further into her mouth.
His hands traveled down her petite waist and unfastened her bottom, stripping her fully, the black swimwear slid down her pale thighs and disappeared into the sand. The soft glow of the bonfire bathed her exposed body, her trimmed pussy, already wet with arousal. The man spread a beach towel beneath her trembling form before lowering her onto it, positioning her hips directly over his waiting mouth. His hot breath teased her sensitive skin before his tongue, rough and insistent parted her folds. He circled her clit with a firm, rhythmic lick that sent electric currents racing up her spine. Her slender hips buckled involuntarily against his face as a strangled gasp escaped her throat.
She cupped her mouth to block any indecent noise that tried escape to escape her. This man had experience, until now she’d only ever done it with Makoto. What was once the thrill of a lifetime now felt inadequate compared to the man between her legs. Past intimacies now seemed childish, Makoto was more akin to a pathetic puppy desperately drinking from its water bowl. A strangled moan escaped through her shut lips, she can't be thinking like this! It’s a one time thing… a fling! Each wave of pleasure crashed against a wall of shame, and she hasn’t even felt his… manhood yet. Her hand trembled against her lips. A strangled sound, half moan, half sob broke through despite her efforts. This betrayal felt simultaneously unforgivable and inevitable, her body and conscience at war. ‘Just once,’ she whispered to herself, the justification hollow as her hips betrayed her resolve.
The man preoccupied with Sayaka glances over and chuckles as he face fucks the idol, desperate gags and gargles pouring out of the girl. ‘Hah! She’s soaking wet! Are you sure she’s getting married soon?’ The other men pour out in laughter too, ‘Hard to believe it, you think she sucks dick like her friends too? Only one way to find out!’
The dreadlocked man pulled away from her soaking clit, the cool midnight breeze sending shivers down her spine. He rose to his full height, his massive ebony shaft hanging before her face like a pendulum, veins pulsing visibly beneath the skin. Without thinking, Kyoko instinctively found herself moving forward on all fours. The coarse sand warmed under her knees as she positioned herself before him. Her violet eyes widened at the proximity, taking in every detail, the slight curve, the glistening tip, the musky scent that made her dizzy with want.
Her tongue darted tentatively, licking the tip of his cock, tasting the salty bead. It throbbed against her tongue, encouraging her. She opened wider, sliding him in, the stretch making her jaw ache. It was bigger than anything she’d ever felt before, bigger than the toys she fooled around with in her youth, certainly bigger than Makoto. The delicious salty taste overflowing her taste buds, she slowly begins taking him in deeper, feeling the man's hands coming to rest on her head.
His member twitched against her tongue in approval, seeming to grow even larger before her eyes. She parted her lips further, her jaw stretching wider as she took the head inside. The man groaned, fingers tightening in her hair, she gagged but persisted, coating his length in her saliva. The contrast between her glossy lips and his dark shaft was hypnotic, even to her. Each inch she accepted felt like an accomplishment, his strong hands continuing to guide her rhythm.
Her ponytail swings with her increasingly eager movements. The man's deep groan reverberated through her, 'Good girl. Take more.' Another indecent gag escaped her when he hit the back of her throat. A feeling that was foreign to her until now, but the sound only spurred her on. Rivulets of saliva now streaming down her chin and coating his impressive girth with a glistening sheen.
Around them, the orgy escalated. Panties began to fly off as everyone surrounded Kyoko. Hands everywhere, friends and strangers caressed her. Sayaka crawled over, kissing Kyoko's shoulder. 'Knew you'd love it~.' she purred. Komaru reached down to feel just how wet her future sister-in-law had gotten. 'Taste so good, doesn't it?'. Junko, ever the instigator, crawled over to Kyoko and pulled her into a fiery kiss ‘Look at you, sucking like a pro! But now it’s time for the real deal~.’
Before Kyoko could even protest a new man lifted her up and bent her over a log, he twisted her head to glance back, but Aoi cupped her cheeks firmly and pulled her head back towards her. She crashed her lips against Kyoko’s, pulling her into a deep, silencing kiss. ‘Time for some real dick, bride.’ There’s an edge to his voice with the last word, taunting her, like he’s getting real satisfaction of making a mockery of her upcoming wedding. Without any warning he thrust in, burying half his length in one go. Kyoko's eyes widened, a sharp burn mixing with pleasure as he stretched her wide. Her muffled yelps died against Aoi’s mouth, the kiss swallowing her cries. It was already so deep, claiming territory her fiancé never could. Surely this is the extent of his length? The thought of something penetrating her any deeper than this felt like a joke.
Her questions were answered before she even had a chance to come to terms with her thoughts. He began rocking in and out going deeper with each push until his balls slapped against her clit. The fullness was overwhelming, hitting spots she didn't know existed. He gripped her hips, pounding steadily, the force jolting her forward. Her senses absolutely exploded, the feeling of Aoi’s tongue dancing along hers faded with each feral thrust, she closed her eyes as his seemingly never-ending length pushed deeper.
The moans and giggles from the other girls became irrelevant to her. Sayaka had climbed onto one man, impaling herself on his cock reverse cowgirl style, her perky tits bouncing as she rode him hard. She threw her head back, moaning loudly, fingers circling her clit. Celestia was sandwiched underneath her legs folded up in a tight mating press, arms wrapped desperately around his neck while he hammered into her. Komaru squealed in delight as a burly man lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. He bounced her on his cock, her small frame slamming down with each upward thrust. 'Harder! Fuck me harder!' she demanded, nails digging into his back. Someone approached Aoi from behind, sliding into her pussy with a wet squelch. She moaned into Kyoko's mouth, grinding back. Their tongues tangled in a sloppy, desperate dance.
Aoi pulled off and looked into Kyoko’s eyes, a smug and knowing look on her face. Under normal circumstances, Kyoko might have protested, insisting it wasn't what it looked like, that this wild surrender wasn't her. But the heat of the moment had stripped away her defenses, surrounded by thrusting hips and grasping hands, all she could do was yield. 'Aoi! Come share with me! Our special girl deserves more than just one!' Sayaka called out between her own ragged moans, her voice cutting through the chaos as she rode a cock nearby.
Aoi's eyes sparkled with wicked delight at Sayaka’s invitation. 'You heard her, Kyoko. Time to really let loose.' She squeezed Kyoko's hand and planted one last deep kiss on her lips before standing up, sauntering off to join the idol in her frenzy... The man previously occupied with Aoi stepped up and ran his hand through her hair. 'About time I got a shot with the bride. Open wide, cheating bitch!'
Kyoko's blood boiled with offense at the crude words, her mouth opening to unleash a sharp berating retort. ‘Don’t speak on my marriage you damn nig-’ his large cock shoved past her lips before another syllable could escape. The thick head hit the back of her throat instantly, stretching her jaw wide and cutting off her air in a garbled choke as she struggled to breathe through the sudden invasion.
'Fuck! Your fiancé is a lucky, lucky man!' he growled, his hips swaying forward and back, forcing his shaft deeper with each motion. Saliva bubbled around the invading length as Kyoko gagged, her eyes watering, hands instinctively gripping his thighs to steady herself.
Behind, her original partner continued to bury himself in her pussy, jolting Kyoko’s body into the other man’s dick, pushing more of his cock down her throat in the process. She moaned around the girth in her mouth, the vibration drawing a hiss from him as he tangled his fingers tighter in her hair, holding her head steady. The spit roasts rhythm built quickly, the two men syncing their movements like predators claiming their prey. The one in her mouth pulled back until just the tip rested on her tongue, then slammed forward, balls slapping her chin as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked involuntarily. Gags turned to wet slurps, strings of spit dripping down her chin onto the sand below. From behind, his hips snapped against her ass with punishing force, each plunge stretching her walls around his veined shaft, the lewd squelch of her arousal echoing with every withdrawal and re-entry. Kyoko's tits swayed beneath her, nipples grazing the rough texture of the beach. Her mind spun into a haze of humiliation and ecstasy.
'Yeah, take it deep, bitch...' the man behind her grunted, one hand coming down to smack her ass cheek hard, the sting blooming into heat that made her inner muscles tighten around him. Kyoko's muffled cries vibrated along the shaft in her throat, her body rocking between them, caught in the relentless push and pull. He laughed low and delivered another smack to the other side, watching the pale flesh jiggle and redden under his palm. The second smack triggered her own release, her pussy spasmed wildly around the dick railing her. Juices squirted out to soak his cock but he didn't let up, pounding through her orgasm relentlessly.
'Suck harder, slut! Show us how much you want this black dick down your throat,' the man in front of her demanded, his voice thick with lust as he watched mascara-stained tears run down her face. The cock in her mouth swelled, his grip turning vise-like as he fucked her face faster.
'Swallow it all, slut.' Hot ropes of cum erupted down her throat, forcing her to gulp convulsively, excess spilling from the corners of her lips as she choked it down. The taste is musky and slightly salty, with an undertone of pure masculinity. It filled her mouth completely on each gulp, forcing her to swallow around the throb of the shaft fucking her throat. Strings of it leaked down her chin, mixing with saliva in glistening rivulets. The taste made her gag involuntarily, too much volume too quickly, but her body compensated by swallowing reflexively.
He pulled out of Kyoko's throat with a wet pop and stepped back. his still rock-hard dick glistening with her spit and remnants of his seed. Kyoko hacked and sputtered, wiping at her mouth with the back of her hand, but the thick globs clung stubbornly to her skin, trailing down to her neck. Her lungs burned from the rough treatment, breaths coming in sharp, uneven bursts, but the relentless pounding from behind offered no mercy. The man buried in her pussy hammered away without pause, his massive black cock stretching her wide, plunging in and out with savage force that made her whole body quake. His palms clamped onto her waist like iron, hauling her back to meet every brutal drive forward. The wet smack of his heavy balls against her clit echoed louder than the crashing waves, her ass rippling from the impacts.
'This cunt's milking me dry, gonna pump you full of my load…' he rasped, his voice a gravelly rumble as he draped his muscular frame over hers, trapping her beneath his weight. His stubble scraped her shoulder while one hand slid down to grab a handful of her breasts. A strangled moan tore from her throat as another wave of orgasmed flooded out of her pussy, further lubricating his shaft.
The tension coiled tighter in her gut, her pussy fluttering erratically, but he was on the edge, his dick pulsed hotly within her, thickening as his sac tightened, ready to unleash. ‘This is what married women are supposed to experience…’ she thought wildly through the haze of pleasure, remembering Makoto's careful insistence on condoms during their entire relationship. Her inner thoughts continued to push her on. ‘I’ve never felt this before… I’m going to get creampied for the first time! I-I can’t! Not with him!’
'Wait… wait! Don't!' Kyoko cried out, but it was too late. He let out a primal growl, slamming home one last time as thick jets of cum blasted deep inside her womb. The release filled her to the brim so quickly that it backed up, oozing out around his base in creamy streams that slid down her legs. 'Ngh… ahh! So much… so much.’ she panted helplessly, her eyes rolling back in her head as he thoroughly coated her insides.
Her mind spun into a haze as she registered what the other girls were chuckling at. ‘I always use protection’, her rational thoughts surfaced through the pleasure-drunk haze. I'm responsible… I wouldn't let him do this without birth control… ‘but now… ahh! So full of this man’s load…’
He let go of the vice grip he had on her hips, allowing her to collapse onto the sand. The man behind her stepped back with a satisfied smirk. She turned over on her back, spreading her thigs so she could see the warm seed flowing from her pussy. The weight of his load inside her felt obscene, how much had he pumped into her? ‘Haha! you took it like a champ!’ he laughed, crouching down to inspect his handiwork where it pooled between her thighs.
'Fuck… so much,' she breathed out shakily. Her mind spun with shame, even as a strange satisfaction bloomed alongside it. The heat between her legs, the ache in her throat from all that cock she'd swallowed… it should've disgusted her completely. Should've made her want to scrub herself clean of every trace. ‘I should feel sick…’ she told herself. The way these men looked at her, spoke to her used her. It wasn’t like Makoto's careful worship. This was something else entirely. Something that made her stomach twist and tighten in ways she couldn't name.
Instead, something darker stirred in her gut.
I took it so well, her thoughts whispered traitorously. Look how much he left inside me…
The thoughts wouldn't stop, couldn't stop. ‘Is this what I am? What I’ve always been? No!’ she told herself fiercely, ‘I’m still loyal to Makoto, this is just... one night of foolishness before I spend the rest of my life with him. That's all it is…’
But even as she tried to convince herself this was truth, she knew how hollow the protest sounded in her own mind. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to push away the shame that still clung to her, but her mind continued to bombard her. The feeling of their dicks down her throat… how her pussy squirted when they buried themselves inside her. The feeling of the thick seed still swimming inside her-
She snapped from her thoughts as Sayaka positioned herself in between her legs. ‘Hmmm, can’t let all this go to waste!’ She says teasingly as she brings her mouth to the detective’s crotch. Her tongue darted out like a predator, drinking the cum that continues to slowly seep out before licking any remnants clean off with practiced precision, lapping all over her folds. She raised her cum-filled mouth to Kyoko's lips, still swollen and bruised.
‘Wait…’ Kyoko's breath hitched as she realized what was happening, her stomach twisted with revulsion. ‘She doesn’t expect me too…. But it tasted so good…’ She tried to turn away but Sayaka held firm, cupping Kyoko’s cheeks with her hands to hold her in place. ‘Come on Kyoko! You’ve already tasted it once tonight! More than enough to get hooked!’ Aoi chirps in with playful encouragement. ‘Just open up~.’ Celestia cooed from the other side.
‘Fine, she’s right, no use in letting it waste I suppose…’
What happened next felt surreal. Sayaka pressed herself against the girl, making their mouths meet. The taste of her saliva along with the man’s seed mixing into a wonder solution that poured into the bride’s mouth. Gently flowing from Sayaka’s mouth into Kyoko’s as their tongues gently danced along with each other. It felt disgusting, this should have made her gag, but it didn’t. She obediently drank every drop that came from her mouth, swallowing it all effortlessly.
‘Mmm…’ Sayaka said against her lips, before pulling back slightly, grinning triumphantly. ‘See? That wasn't so bad, was it?’ She teased, though Kyoko could barely respond beyond a meek nod.
‘You know what? I think we can make this even better.’ She glanced back toward where Aoi stood with Komaru. ‘Yeah, let's do something really crazy… Wanna try DP, Kyoko?’
‘D-DP?’ Kyoko responded with confusion in her voice.
‘Oh you know, double penetration! Two at a time! We still got 4 dudes that haven’t gotten their nut off yet!’ Junko adds with a grin. ‘Two at a time? Two of those monsters at the same time! That would surely kill me, no?’ The suggestion hung in the air, the girls on each side of her, faces flushed with lustful encouragement. Kyoko felt something twist hot and sharp in her chest.
‘Double… a-at the same time…’ she echoed again, unable to believe they were suggesting this. ‘That's not- I mean-’ she tried weakly, but the protest came out as barely a whisper.
‘What you mean is 'you're scared,' the blonde girl smirked. ‘But I promise we'll make it amazing. Just say yes and let them love you.’
‘I... I shouldn't...’ she tried, but the words lacked conviction.
‘Shouldn’t?’ Komaru laughed softly, stroking her hair with surprising gentleness. ‘Kyoko, you've already cheated anyways. Her tone wasn't accusatory, more like stating facts she couldn't deny. ‘And we all saw that look on your face, you love this.’
Her purple eyes darted back to the group of men, their thick black cocks still hard and glistening, veins pulsing as they stroked themselves lazily. They gazed at her with smug grins, eyes hungry for more. She felt the same aching feeling return between her legs, her mind hazing at the sight of them, a hunger she’s unfamiliar with beginning to grow. ‘How did I become someone who could want something like this?’ The guilt twisted in her gut, Makoto's face flashing in her mind, but it was overshadowed by the sick heat building inside her.
‘…Okay,’ she breathed so quietly only Sayaka heard, unable to meet their gazes directly yet. ‘I… I'll try…’
‘Fuck yes!’ Junko high-fived Sayaka before both girls turned back toward the men with gleeful expressions. ‘Come on boys! She’s all yours!’
The group of black men walked forward eagerly at Junko's words, their thick cocks bouncing as they moved closer to where Kyoko was sitting. The four of them circled her like predators, their muscular bodies casting shadows over her in the firelight. ‘I-I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…’ she whispered pathetically to no one in particular, but was she sorry?
She opened her mouth and allowed the nearest cock in her vicinity to effortlessly slide down her throat. Her gag reflex kicked in briefly, but she pushed through, lips stretching wide around his girth as she bobbed her head, slurping noisily. Her hands reached out instinctively, wrapping her fingers around the next two cocks as she began stroking them in tandem. Her fingers barely met around their bases, pumping from root to tip. They were already slick from somebody’s bodily fluids, who’s exactly? It didn’t matter.
The fourth man positioned himself behind her. He spat into his palm, slicking up his cock before pressing the fat head against her ass. ‘She’s never tried anal before! Give her a warm up~!’ Aoi calls out gleefully from where the girls are watching
Kyoko gasped around the cock in her mouth. What was she supposed to do? Say no? She’s already come this far…
The man behind her pushed forward with one hand gripping her hip, that thick head sinking slowly deeper into her ass. Kyoko's eyes went wide as she felt him stretching past her tight, unused hole. It was like she was being split in two, feeling surprised despite knowing exactly what was coming.
‘Mmmph!’ She gagged around the cock in front of her as his hips thrust forward unexpectedly. Her strokes momentarily stopped from the sudden pulse of pleasure running through her body. The man behind her hilted himself deeper into her rear with a grunt, both hands gripping her curves roughly now to spread her properly for him. Her asshole burned from stretching around his thick black cock but somehow kept accommodating him anyway.
‘Fuck yes, this tight ass is perfect.’ He grunted roughly before slapping her already beat red ass. Her hands squeezed harder around the two shafts beside her. Pumping faster as he used her asshole like a punching bag, making it clench and release rhythmically around his thickness.
The initial shock of the intrusion faded gradually, replaced by a building warmth that spread from her core. Kyoko's body, though still tense, began to adjust to the relentless pressure in her rear. The man's steady thrusts, deep and unyielding, coaxed her muscles to loosen. She exhaled through her nose, the cock in her mouth muffling the sound into a soft hum. Her hips shifted subtly, pushing back against him just a fraction as she chased that addictive fullness.
‘That's it, loosen up for that cock bitch,’ the man behind her growled, as he gave her another spank made her ass jiggle. Each slap of his balls against her skin sent jolts through her, making her toes curl in the sand. Her strokes on the flanking cocks continued to gain purpose, her palms sliding smoothly along their along their veined lengths, thumbs teasing the sensitive undersides to coax out fresh leaks of pre-cum. She popped off the man's shaft with a wet gasp, strings of saliva bridging her lips to his throbbing dick, turning to the one on her right.
‘Your turn,’ she breathed, voice husky and low. She engulfed him eagerly, lips sealing tight as her head bobbed in a steadily. ‘Mmm…’ she hummed around the piece of meat, Her tongue swirled and lapped around his member as she hollowed her cheeks to suck harder, traveling all the way down to its base.
From the sidelines, Aoi cheered louder, her voice husky with excitement as she picked up on the detective’s increasing confidence. ‘Look at her go! Bet Makoto's never made her move like that!’ Celestia chuckled beside her, while Junko licked her lips, eyes locked on Kyoko's transforming form.
The man behind her laughed triumphantly, pounding harder as he felt her resistance continue to melt away. ‘Look at her, she’s hooked! Gonna ruin you for that limp-dick fiancé!’ She hummed approval around the third cock, his hands fisting her lavender locks to urge her faster. The words stung, but they only continued to fuel her fire. The crude comments about Makoto’s sexual performance would have flared her anger earlier in the night. But for now, she can’t be bothered to think of it. Not when she’s feeling this good.
Kyoko's movements synced into a fluid dance. Her mouth shifting effortlessly between the three shafts in front of her, sucking one deep, then twisting to lap at another, her hands keeping the rhythm steady on the rest. She refused to neglect any cock for too long, drool slicked everything, her violet eyes glazing over with focus as she juggled them without missing a beat.
‘Fuck, this tight-ass Jap slut's got skills,’ one of the men grunted, his hips bucking lightly into her grip. ‘That cuck you got waiting back home got no idea what he's missing.’ The jab’s fail to phase her at this point. It only made her clench harder around the cock in her ass.
Komaru whooped from the side, pumping her fist. ‘Yeah, Kyoko! Juggle those fat dicks like a champ! Junko smirked, crossing her legs as she leaned in. ‘She's turning into our little gangbang queen. Keep that mouth busy, detective, don’t let any go soft!’ Celestia nodded approvingly, ‘Such elegant multitasking.’ She said while fanning herself with a hand as if the heat was too much.
Kyoko's body loosened into eager submission, as the pounding in her rear grew fiercer. Her body rocked in perfect unison, the ache in her pussy intensified, begging for attention amid the fullness behind. Drips of discharge leaking from it each time his length touches the back of her ass. She craved more… she needed to feel as much of them as she possibly could. This was her one chance… her only chance before marriage to feel this way, and she was ready.
Sensing her readiness, one of the stroked men stepped forward, kneeling in the sand before her. He gripped her chin, tilting her face up from the current cock with a grin. ‘Time to stuff that pretty pussy too. You ready for double the fun, slut?’
Kyoko nodded without hesitation, she lifted her hips just enough for him to slide beneath her. He positioned himself, aligning his thick length with her dripping entrance and thrusting up in one smooth motion. The feeling of her ass and pussy claimed at the same time was an other-worldly experience. her walls fluttering around them while the one in her ass resumed. Their cocks grinded against the walls of her holes. Kyoko's moaned freely, without a care for who might be listening. Her body trembling as they found a brutal harmony, pumping her like pistons to trap her in endless friction.
The man under her gripped her thighs hard, keeping her grounded onto his shaft with each upward snap of his hips. All while the man in her ass continued to plunge in and out, both of her holes clenched tightly around the intruders. Juices squirted out with every withdrawal, her moans and pants growing pathetically desperate. She gasped, head lolling back, but the guy behind her tangled a fist in her hair, forcing her gaze forward.
‘Open wide, bitch, time to make it three,’ he growled, nodding to the fourth man who'd been stroking his massive length nearby. He pushed his cock through her lips, Kyoko provided zero resistance and parted them eagerly. He began face fucking her, rocking in and out with as much force as he could muster. Now she was airtight, body impaled on all sides, the three cocks savagely claiming her.
Her right hand reached out, wrapping around the base of the last man. Her fingers slid up and down his veiny length in sloppy strokes, slick with her spit. He groaned, thrusting into her grip, matching the pace of the others as they railed her holes without mercy. The air filled with the wet slaps of skin on skin, her muffled whimpers vibrating along the cock in her throat, making the man there buck harder. She resigned all control to them, as they went down on her like a pack of wolves. Her purple eyes were wide and glassy with pleasure despite the brutal treatment.
Junko let out a shaky sigh as she took in the obscene sight. Pumping her own pussy with her fingers as the heat of the moment got to her. ‘Look at her go! Triple-stuffed and still jerking like a porn star!’ Komaru bounced on her toes, cheering. ‘Fuck yeah, take 'em all! Don't stop now!’
The men’s continued assault on her holes drowned on the encouragement from her friends. Not that she needed it anymore, not like she even cared really. Short, brutal jabs entered her body from each direction. Her mind was lost in the bliss of the moment ‘Fuck, fuck, FUCK!’ Kyoko panted, her voice raw from overuse. She could feel everything… every ridge, every vein, every delicious inch deep inside her. Kyoko's mind was gone lost in animal need, married to this sensation. This was it, Makoto was an afterthought, and he didn’t matter right now. This was what she'd get before that cage of marriage, and she wanted every last drop.
Her purple eyes rolled back as another brutal ignited fresh fireworks in her core.. The men thoroughly enjoyed her desperation, their massive lengths never slowing despite using her like a disposable fucktoy. Wave after wave of orgasms continued to ripple out of her cunt, squirting clear liquid onto the man below her. The discharge soaked his balls, making each upward slam even wetter. They were teetering on the edge now. She could feel it, their balls began pulsing and their moans grew heavier and more animalistic.
‘Gonna flood this tight ass… squeeze it out of me, you filthy slut.’ Kyoko's body obeyed on instinct, ass muscles squeezing around him, urging him on. He slammed home one last time, roaring as hot ropes of cum erupted inside her, painting her bowels white. The warmth bloomed deep within her, thick and sticky. He kept thrusting through his release, grinding to push every drop out of his sack.
He pulled out with a squelch, cum dribbling down her crack to mix with the sweat and sand stuck against her red ass cheeks. She hated the sudden emptiness, but the others kept their pace, desperate for their own release. The cock in her mouth throbbed next, the man fisting her hair to hold her steady. ‘Swallow it down whore, don’t waste a drop!’ he commanded as he exploded. She began gulping instinctively as she felt his seed rush into her mouth. Heavy jets of cum blasted straight down her throat, forcing her to swallow greedily to keep up with the delicious seed. Kyoko coughed, gasping for air, as he pulled out from her aching throat.
Her hand never stopped its work on the fourth man, stroking faster now, twisting her wrist to push him over the brink. He groaned low, stepping closer to aim his pulsing cock at her flushed face. ‘Open up, gonna paint that pretty mug,’ he rasped. She parted her cum-smeared lips on command, tongue lolling out for more. His balls drew up tight, and he released with a shudder, cum splattered across her cheeks, forehead, and mouth. It dripped down her chin, mixing with her mascara-smeared features. She looked like a total whore in this moment, a plaything who craved the degradation… But she loves it, and now there’s only one left for her to satisfy.
Celestia watched from the side, her idly circling her stiff nipples, eyes gleaming with approval. ‘Such a canvas of indulgence. You've outdone yourself, Kyoko.’ Sayaka, still catching her breath whisper hotly. ‘Just one more~.’
With a dominant growl the man deeply embedded in her pussy flipped their positions in one fluid motion. He laid her back on the beach towel, which by now reeks of the smell of sex. He threw her legs over his broad shoulders, folding her body in half beneath his weight. The mating press trapped her beneath him, where she belonged. Her ass lifted high, pussy splayed open for his deep thrusts. He battered her cervix with each downward slam. Sweat-slicked skin slapped together, the remnants of her squirt making everything glide with filthy ease.
‘Admit it now,’ he demanded, his voice a rough command as one hand pinned both her wrists above her head, the other collaring her throat just tight enough to make her breath hitch. ‘These black cocks are better than that limp-dicked fiancé of yours. Say it.’ Kyoko whimpered beneath him, her body betraying her with every arch into his brutal drives, her pussy desperate to milk him.
The mention of Makoto seemed to somewhat snap her out of her sex crazed state, guilt now fighting the immense arousal she is feeling for these men. Tears welled up, mingling with the drying cum and ruined makeup on her face.
‘No… it's just a fling... you aren’t...’ She muttered as she shook her head weakly. Her pathetic response only made him laugh darkly, slamming harder as the girls torment only turned him on more. His hips began snapping forward with renewed ferocity, intent on breaking her mind and soul. The girls' teasing murmurs from the sidelines only adding to the chaos.
‘Say it, or I pull out and leave you empty. His grip tightening on her neck, thumb pressing into her pulse point. ‘Beg for my cum like the cheating slut you are, tell everyone how much better we are… How our cocks own you in ways that pathetic boy never could!’ That threat broke through her crumbling defenses. She couldn't bear the thought of him withdrawing, it can’t end like this. Not when she’s so close to getting what she wanted, she needed his cum, his hot, superior seed flooding her depths. The panic and desperation ultimately win, twisting her resistance into submission.
‘Y-yes! You're so much better- fuck, so much better than Makoto! I love these big, thick n****r cocks! He’s nothing compared to yours!’ She cried out, voice hoarse and breaking as another orgasm hit. Violent spasms, gushing around his cock. ‘He can't fuck me like this…please, cum inside me, fill my pussy up, breed me like the whore I am!’ The vulgar outburst echoed into the night, raw and unfiltered.
He roared in victory, burying himself inside her one last time as he flooded her depths with his load. His cum pumped straight into her womb, overflowing at once and leaking out around his base. Kyoko's vision blurred quivering from the aftershocks as she went limp beneath him.
He pulled out slowly, the excess semen flowed out of her ravaged pussy. A thick strand of cum still connected the tip of cock to the mess between her legs. One of the other men scooped up her discarded phone from the sand nearby. The screen lit up his grinning face as he angled it toward her wrecked form. ‘Smile for the memories, slut,’ he chuckled, voice thick with satisfaction. Kyoko, her mind fractured into blissful oblivion, barely registered the command at first. But some deep, broken instinct responded. She lifted her trembling hands, flashing two peace signs, her cum-glazed face twisted into a dazed, whore-ish grin. Her lips parted and eyes half-lidded, mascara-streaked tears and semen dripping from her chin. Her purple gaze vacant as the flash popped, capturing the moment forever.
The group erupted in laughter and cheers, Junko snapping her fingers in delight while Komaru clapped wildly. ‘That's the shot, pure gold!’ Sayaka cooed, leaning in to wipe a stray glob from Kyoko's cheek with her thumb, only to smear it further. Kyoko heard none of it though. She floated in the void, body humming with satisfaction, Makoto's face a faded shadow in her thoughts.
Epilogue
The next morning dawned over the beach town. The sun cast long shadows on the bustling streets as Kyoko strode into the tattoo parlor with her usual composed grace. Dressed in a simple sundress that hugged her curves without a hint of last night's debauchery, her purple hair neatly pinned back and gloves firmly in place. She exuded the sharp, unflappable demeanor of the detective everyone knew. No trace of the cum-drenched slut from last night, as if the orgy had been nothing more than a dream she'd already filed away.
The girls trailed behind her, full of awe-struck whispers and wide-eyed glances. Junko lounged against the counter with a predatory smirk, Komaru fidgeted excitedly beside her, Sayaka and Aoi exchanged knowing looks, and even Celestia seemed intrigued by the bold choice. The parlor's artist, a burly woman with ink-sleeved arms, raised an eyebrow as Kyoko calmly explained the piece she wanted. After much persuasion, the women let out a sigh and agreed, Kyoko simply nodded as hiked up her dress and dropped her panties. She laid down on the padded tattoo bench to expose one firm ass cheek. The needle buzzed to life, beginning to etch her chosen piece into her skin.
‘Christ,’ Aoi breathed out, her voice betraying a tremor of conflicting emotions. ‘I don't know whether I'm impressed or horrified.’
Celestia adjusted her collar with one hand, that mind of hers clearly working through implications. ‘At least she's consistent. If she's going to debase herself, she owns it properly.’
Sayaka bounced on her toes, already thinking faster thoughts than decorum dictated. ‘I mean... I'm just surprised you went there specifically. Could've just gotten a simple tramp stamp or something.’
‘Or maybe that's the point,’ Junko interjected, her sharp eyes flicking between Kyoko and back at the parlor door. ‘No ambiguity, that’s just her style.’
‘Kyoko, that's... intense,’ Komaru breathed, her eyes glued to the process, a flush creeped up her neck. She was beginning to feel a tinge of regret for roping Kyoko into betraying her brother to this extent. ‘You sure about this? It's kinda... permanent.’
Kyoko didn't flinch as the needle etched the Queen of Spades symbol into her pale skin. She responded with a steady and matter of fact voice, laced with that signature dry wit. ‘It's just a little ink. Makoto's too naive to know what it means anyway. He'll think it's some abstract art piece or a good luck charm.’ She glanced back over her shoulder, a faint, secretive smile tugging at her lips as the girls murmured in impressed silence. The tattoo settled into her skin settled into her skin, a small reminder of the night she surrendered to cravings no vows could erase.