Aoi and Sayaka(Danganronpa)

Description: Aoi and Sayaka thought that Chihiro was a girl when they invited him for a sleepover in Aoi's room, and in the middle of the night, he's ready to capitalize on two heavy sleepers who won't do a thing about him.

Chihiro wore up somewhere that seemed a lot like heaven: sandwiched between two cute girls who had every reason to believe he was also a cute girl. He was in Hina's dorm room, invited over with Sayaka for a sleepover that was all about having some 'girl time', and through the night, Chihiro had been happy to pass on by and avoid detection, but equally happy to be able to spend time with the girls. The clothing they wore to bed was just a bonus; Aoi had sat around all night in shorts and a small, midriff-exposing tank top and not as bra in sight, while Sayaka's lacy, frilly bra and panties set seemed more like racy lingerie for a hot date than casual sleepwear. All while Chihiro sat there in a green nightgown feeling hopelessly underdressed.

Eventually, sleep seized all of them, and for a little while, everything was completely normal. They were all sharing one bed and even though it took some creative positioning to find a way to sleep without fearing any hard-ons poking at thighs, Chihiro did eventually settle comfortably in and manage to find a place he could lie, even if it was nestled snugly between the two gorgeous girls in the process. He felt wide away now. Overwhelmingly, impossibly awake, his eyes swaying back and forth in utter panic. His face was all but flush in Aoi's chest, his ass flush against Sayaka's lap. He couldn't believe this was happening, and he was desperate to try and do something about this.

"Not now," he groaned. His cock was hard. It wasn't a very big cock. It was the kind of just below average thing that on a petite, girly boy like Chihiro looked absolutely fitting. It made hiding that he was hard easier, his erection not straining too much against his clothes. But it was still tight enough to be maddening, to beg for release enough that he had to do something. The need to get out of bed was too much for him to ignore no matter how much he wanted to, slipping his way out from under all this attention and getting himself off of this. He wriggled out from between their bodies, and the two girls who had clung to him for warmth rolled slowly back, lurching away and settling down in supine poses on the bed, limbs akimbo.

Chihiro sat on the edge of Hina's bed with his nightgown tenting and his cock calling out desperately to him. There was no controlling himself under all this panic and confusion. He tugged his nightgown up and got his panties off, struggling his way up to his feet and wrapping his small hand around his dick, all of his deepest needs taking him swiftly. He was already stroking before he'd turned around, the warmth of their bodies lingering upon him and demanding from him a dizzying, delirious hunger. "I just need to do this," he groaned, hunching forward and slowly shuffling his way around, thinking he could look at the cute girls while he went at his own desperations.

But what awaited him was a lot more than he was emotionally prepared to behold. Looking upon the bed, Chihiro was taken by the ways that the girls lay half-dressed and exposed before him. Aoi's shirt rode up to flaunt her completely bare chest, while Sayaka's legs spread out enough to emphasize the camel toe of her mound in her panties. Chihiro's cock throbbed, immediately letting loose drip of pre-cum as the pulse of arousal hit him, and he couldn't help but gasp out in shock.

His hand got to faster work along his shaft. The pleasure was too much to resist, and Chihiro wasn't afraid of it. With each caress of his needy shaft, he gave in to the pleasure a little more. he couldn't resist what he was looking at, and he didn't care about trying to contain it, only about not being too loud as he grunted and whined his way through all of this pleasure. He couldn't handle it, the needy ache of his body demanding more and more from him by the second. This didn't seem real, but with each stroke of his needy cock, he continued to succumb to all of this while also not wanting to wake the girls up. If they saw him now, nightgown hiked up, cock in hand, he'd have way too many troubles to have to answer for, so he held himself back and focused instead on simply stroking faster along his needy cock, desperate to give up deeper and deeper to these weird and shaky sensations.

Rationality was out the door too fast to deal with. Chihiro focused on their bodies, drawing closer to the bed again and staring at everything. Aoi's midsection and breasts had the telltale tan lines of a girl who spent all of her time outside in a one-piece swimsuit, while Sayaka's paler, immaculate body was spread out as if inviting him between her legs. Chihiro couldn't help but stare at both of his gorgeous classmates and burn with arousal, fantasies rushing through his mind, tempting him forward. They were asleep. if they stayed asleep, he could do whatever he wanted to them, right? He could get away with anything, if he could only keep quiet and avoid doing anything too suspicious or wrong.

It was sure to be trouble. Sure to go wrong. Chihiro didn't care. Inching toward the bed again, he gently called out, "Hina?" He waited. Nothing. "Sayaka?" He was still stroking his cock while he asked. There was absolutely nothing respectable or decent about what he was doing, but Chihiro couldn't stop himself. He was on the war path now and desperate for answers at any cost. His free hand began to nudge forward, prodding them gently, trying to walk the fine line of 'checking' for them without waking them up or provoking them too much. He wanted them to stay asleep, wanted to hope he could find that perfect line of 'doing enough' without disturbing them even a step further.

But they didn't move. Aoi let out a long, drawn out snore at one point, her arms shifting away and making her shirt rise up even more over her breasts. She and Sayaka were oblivious to all of this.

Chihiro sounded almost disbelieving as he gasped, "They're asleep." His erection throbbed harder. There was no containing himself now, and he found that he was unable to resist the opportunities upon him. He reached for Sayaka's panties and began to peel them slowly down, gently nudging her legs into position to let him ease them from their long legs and get them away, rewarded with the sight of her puffy pussy, absolutely the kind of plump and soft mound that would strain against her underwear like that. Then, unable to control himself, he set his cock head down against her slit and began to tease along it, shuddering his way through the temptation and feeling her get a bit slick under the friction of it.

He couldn't stop himself from seeking more, but not from Sayaka. He reached next to grab at one of Hina's perky breasts, rolling his palm over the dark nipple topping the tanline-marked skin and squeezing. Aoi let out some soft whines, but she did nothing to stop him from groping her, which left him free to ease her shorts down her legs next and get her pussy out too, leaving the girls only with their tops on--and Aoi's not doing much--while he gripped his cock even tighter. He couldn't believe what he was looking at, that the girls had been comfortable enough with him for him to now be abler to admire their naked bodies while they slept. It was a horrible betrayal of their trust, but he didn't feel capable of feeling bad about any of his worst impulses now.

Both girls were naked enough now before Chihiro for his cock to be ravenously desperate, almost in overdriven ow with the desperation pulling him forward. He couldn't resist this all, shifting his way toward the girls and accepting the throb of passion within him. he didn't know how to contain himself, the greed bubbling up to the surface and pulling him into a fascinated sense of desire, his hand working with steady strokes back and forth along his shaft, singular desire pulling him down.

"You're both really sexy," he said, pulling away from the bed and reaching for his phone. He couldn't resist pulling it out and starting to take some pictures. He couldn't help but snap photos of them with his phone, wanting reminders of this depraved moment to carry with him forever, all while his other hand kept working on his cock. The pleasure was tremendous, and he found himself unable to contain the pleasures that came with them, his body shuddering harder and hotter. The greedy strokes along his cock kept Chihiro excitable and frustrated, his needs rising through him without any sign of slowing. He shuffled forward, getting great shots from above and from up close, creeping on them however he could.

His quicker strokes drove him mad. Chihiro was unable to contain himself, moaning louder and needier, leaving him struggling to hold himself together while still taking his pictures. His first orgasm snuck up on him without much reason to it, his head rolling back and cute gasps leaving his lips as he came onto their bodies, little splatters of cum onto Sayaka's lean midsection falling down, before he switched over and jizzed onto Aoi's more defined core. He couldn't believe he had just done that, but it felt like the emboldening push to do more that he didnt' realize he needed so sorely. Not until he was pushing forward to take pictures of the cum on their bodies, really admiring and exploring the sight of it. This only made him hornier.

Of particular note to him was Aoi's gorgeous tits, which were just above his load of cum, waiting and inviting more. Chihiro reached out to grope her again, letting his phone fall between his thighs. "I really want to fuck your tits," he whined, staring her down and admiring her harder, feeling the pleasure rise and the temptation ache through him. Chihiro couldn't resist this. He needed it too badly, and he could already feel the growing desire and feverish greed start to pull him toward her.

Straddling her chest was his only option. Chihiro nestled his cock between her tits, and it all but disappeared in her cleavage as he pushed it up together to make a nice, snug hole for him. "You're really warm," he said, cheeks flush and furious as his hips began with steady control and a patient hunger rising up slowly through him. The pleasure of touching Asahina's gorgeous tits was nice, but having them wrapped around his cock proved even better, bringing him an immediate sense of pleasure and delight he didn't feel like he could possibly ignore once he got rolling. Clumsy motions heaved forward with only one goal in mind, and Chihiro didn't know what to do or how to stop once he got going.

For someone getting her tits fucked, Aoi was at deep and complete peace, lying spread out on the bed and snoozing her way through the wild motions back and forth, through the firm squeezes at her pump tits that kept her body being used as an unwitting sex toy. Chihiro avoided doing too much to her sensitive nipples, knowing any pinches there were too risky, so he held back from them. The struggle was a lot more than he was ready for, but he felt the desperate urges keeping up their pace through him. Hina looked so peaceful: eyes closed, mouth agape, a look of serenity and unknowing calm across her features. She was helpless and she was beign taken advantage of, and absolutely nobody was coming to stop this and spare her.

Picking up the pace had Chihiro feeling better and more confident, and his desperate, tireless efforts didn't feel restricted by anything resembling sense. He just kept thrusting, using Aoi's tits for all the pleasure he could get and enjoying the pleasure her body offered him. Slowing down felt impossible now, and rather than try to, he simply gave in, heaving quicker back and forth, letting the pleasure ache through his body and ultimately drive him over the edge. With no idea how to contain himself, he let go, cumming all over Aoi's face and onto her tits, making a grand mess of her and wringing more from his dick than he had with his bare hand alone. He gasped and he struggled to keep himself from throwing all caution to the wind, barely resisting going last out and shouting louder as he held himself back.

With his cock spent, Aoi was left lying on the bed with his cum splattered onto her face, still snoozing along, a bit of cum dripping from her lip down into her mouth. Hina wasn't disturbed, and he was able to draw slowly back and lift off of her, feeling his cock still twitching desperately, wanting more. "I can't take this," he groaned, looking over to Sayaka, who remained asleep too. "I want it so bad. Why don't we fuck next, Sayaka?" He smiled, shifting up and reaching over for her. He slipped his tongue into the sleeping idol's mouth and forced a kiss on her while he gathered himself and thought about what exactly he wanted to do to her first. The pleasure was overbearing, a dizzy rush of unreal passions and greeds leaving him with too many options for his own good.

But it did seem 'fair' that after using Aoi's tits, he roll Sayaka over and use her ass, right? That sounded reasonable enough to Chihiro, who all too happily slipped Sayaka into a prone position, rolling her carefully over so as not to disturb her, and thankfully, she fell over like a rock, still asleep like one too. This was perfect for him, and he was happy to slip forward, creeping his way into position to straddle her legs and sink his dick between her perky cheeks instead. Once again, his cock was easily lost between them, but he didn't care, starting his hips up for an impatient, steady grinding that absolutely nothing could hold him back from. Chihiro was ready, and had all the leverage he could have wanted for something like this.

Sayaka's ass didn't have the same malleability that Asahina's tits did, but that was fine by him. Hotdogging against her perky cheeks brought on different sorts of pleasures, and Chihiro was absolutely unashamed about pursuing the pleasure now, working back and forth with the steady, aching burn of someone ready to lose himself to the pleasure that he craved. This was absolutely too much, but its excess was a bit sneaky, a bit overwhelming. He was able to grind his way slowly toward the heights of pleasure he needed, and with his body, Sayaka's rocked too. The occasional grumble didn't offer up much resistance to this. The empty, weighty slumber of the idol was far too immovable for anything to get in the way now.

"You're such heavy sleepers," he gasped. It didn't seem real to him. His luck was outrageous, and with each thrust forward, he felt like he was taking an even bigger risk, felt like something had to go wrong eventually, but nothing did. Everything remained so perfect and so calm, his hips relentlessly pursuing the pleasure that didn't want to stop, and with each thrust forward, he kept doing the impossible, kept working toward a pleasure and a surrender that felt like it was going to make him lose his mind.

There was no reason to slow down. Every forward push felt better and better, keeping up the messy thrills that overwhelmed Chihiro's poor mind. he was hungry and ravenous and unable to contain himself, exploring his way deeper into what seemed impossible to believe. Sayaka's perfect ass was right there for him to rut against greedily, wondering if he should just take that big plunge and fuck her ass outright. He decided he had to hold back, decided it wasn't worth the risk, but the temptation was grand and it was completely senseless, his body working quicker at the mere thought of it. Fantasy spiraled through him with delirious bliss, a hazy rush of pleasures keeping him moving.

The chaos and the heat that this brought on kept Chihiro moving, unable to contain himself and refusing to be polite about his use of his sleeping classmates' bodies for his own shamelessly guilty pleasure. The utter lack of response from Sayaka made his hips keep up a pace as reckless and as hungry as he could muster, trying to deal with all the pleasures and the frustrations that demanded his absolute surrender. This was too much, and with every slam forward, he felt better and better about losing control, letting the passion drive him into depths of confusion and compromise steeper than he knew what to do with. The only way to deal with his wild, volatile emotions was to cum, and he felt like he didnt' really mind that fact very much, simply pursuing the mindless passion and joy of trying to hotdog her ass until he came.

And when he did, it was yet another rush of pure joy. "Your ass is mine," he whined, gleefully splattering his cum all over her cheeks. The relief was tremendous, yet another moment of indulgence giving him what he wanted, but even as his cock splattered its mess onto her cheeks, he knew he wanted more. "Mm, I wonder if you're a virgin," he said. He wanted to find out, but not with his fingers. He slipped back a little bit and repositioned himself, not straddling her in a way that let him get at her ass cheeks, but going lower, mounting her instead and lying over her with his cock prodding against her entrance. "Neither of us will be now," she said, and thrust forward.

His cock pushed into Sayaka as deep as it would go, and he heard a little grunt from the slumbering girl, but little more. She remained face-down on the bed and helpless under his touch. No shifts, no groans. No limbs moving around. She lay there limp and let him linger with his dick buried inside of her a moment, completely accepting and passive, just like he needed her to be. Sayaka was deep under, and just perfect for him to do whatever he wanted to.

Slow, patient thrusts started up with little restraint or worry to them. He knew what he was after, and he felt ready to take whatever he could from this, letting the patient, eager pump of his hips work to get the pleasure he wanted out of her. "I'm not a virgin anymore," he groaned. "I've always been too weak to admit the truth and show a girl what's here, even if I could have said I liked her. But now you took care of it for me." He leaned up and planted some kisses onto her cheek while his body found its groove. Chihiro's thrusts were clumsy and unclear, but he absolutely did not care about nay of that in the midst of all this attention and this pleasure. His hips were ready to seek pleasure at any cost, and he felt confident now in the joy of giving up to this, of letting his hips work to satisfy his every desire, and nothing was going to get in the way of that. The absence of any response or restraint left him eager to keep pushing, knowing he could keep getting away with this and knowing that with each stroke of his hips, he got just a little bit more still out of this insane mess.

Chihiro worked his way up to a shocking pace with all his desire and his greed, his hips wanting only to keep going for broke, to keep indulging as his cock ached inside of the slick pussy holding around his shaft. This didnt' seem real to Chihiro, whose every move forward was one of desperation, of trying to make this all work out in his favour while having absolutely no sense of how to deal with any of this. His hips worked as hard and as fast as he felt he could get way with. There was no sense in trying to hold himself back, though. Chihiro was desperate to give in, ravenous and hopeless through every second of using the perky popstar, fucking her from behind and feeling the pleasure push him to the absolute limit of what he could take.

With a needy whine, he came indie of her, an unprotected creampie that left him without any hesitation or shame. He simply went all out, groaning, "I don't care what happens, it feels too good!" as he went. The satisfaction was worth everything to him now, and he felt himself dizzily, deliriously seeking whatever shameless pleasure he could get, and even after pumping his load into Sayaka, it didnt' feel like enough. Nothing felt like enough.

Not until he came inside Hina.

Aoi still lay on her back, snoring away with cum on her face and her tits, and Chihiro wasn't able to resist it. Her shorts were already off, and all he had to do was slip his way between her legs. "I'll make sure you aren't a virgin either. Neon of us have to be virgins." That was his insane explanation, a rationale he didn't even pretend he believed as he sank his way forward and settled his cock into her waiting pussy, no time to hold himself back, no hesitation to contain himself.

Fucking Sayaka made him bold. His hips got right to work at fucking Aoi missionary style and with all the strength he could muster. Maybe that wasn't a lot of strength, but it was spectacle enough for him to feel the pressure upon him, to burn up with excitable fire through the weird and shameless pleasure of drilling into her in pursuit of what he wanted. His hips worked with relentless desire and he thrust forward with only one goal in mind, needy and feverish and caring only about getting what he wanted, which became an increasingly desperate affair with each shove forward, wanting only to give up to the pleasures and the heats of something that eluded all reason and sense.

Nothing seemed to wake Aoi up. She remained down on the bed, sleeping her way through every reckless pulse of indulgence and pressure that demanded her attention. There was nothing that would shake her from this, no moment of calm that even began to keep this from becoming the inevitable. "You love this," Chihiro groaned. "I can feel how tight you are. You love being fucked like this; I know it!" He had every reason to keep going, his thrusts finally feeling like they were building to something. Wild squeezes at her tits and unrepentant grabs at her sides, even some kisses on her face where his cum hadn't landed, expressed a dizzy use of her pretty body that pushed everything further out of sense and into ruin.

Aoi's pussy squeezed around his cock. In her sleep, she seemed to complicitly being inviting Chihiro, beckoning him to cum inside of her, and the pleasure built up to a point too messy and too gooey to resist. He didn't shy away from it, grunting happily and gasping out in joy as he let it all go, cumming deep into her waiting snatch. "I don't care if you get pregnant, I love this!" he gasped, letting loose another unprotected load, letting loose another shot of gooey, messy delight to enjoy. Chihiro was absolutely overjoyed to be making this his, to be leaving his mark in such a stark and shameless way, and with a slow pull back from her pussy, he felt absolutely delighted.

Slipping off the bed, he grabbed his phone again. Pictures of both girls' pussies with cum leaking out of them were the perfect souvenirs to remind him of this insane, beautiful time he had. They would be the only reminders, because he knew he had to clean the girls up, wiping the cum away and slipping clothes halfway back onto them. If Aoi's shorts were out of place or Sayaka's panties had rode down, that was something they wouldn't think about, he rationalized, so he just got rid of the overwhelming evidence and the jizz before he laid back down, nestling himself between their bodies once more.

As if reactivating their instincts, both girls hummed and murmured as they pressed up against him, sandwiching his body between theirs and humming their way through the night with a sleepy, spent Chihiro smiling bright, knowing he'd gotten away with everything.