Akira sat cross-legged in the middle of a large, airy training room in Kasumigaseki. The Kobayashi Aikido Dojo was where Makoto received her martial arts instruction twice a week. Curious about it, and after many eager offers from his girlfriend, he had decided to learn a little about Aikido himself. Akira was wearing the uniform of a brand new student, which was a simple white Gi with a white belt over his waist. It was a little tight on him, though.
Makoto sat across from him in the same position. Her uniform was almost the same, though as a more advanced student, she wore a dark but not quite black hakama over her legs. Akira suspected that was because Makoto wished for her prestigious black belt to be more noticeable. A black belt was a sign of an accomplished student, though Makoto had told him that she had years to go before she would be able to gain the coveted red and gold stripes on it.
His girlfriend's eyes were closed and her breathing was very steady. She was meditating like he was supposed to. Unfortunately, every time Akira attempted to clear his mind, thoughts of Makoto and what she had told him earlier filled his mind. Akira decided to stop fighting it, and in lieu of meditating, he immersed himself in the memory.
Akira leaned back in bed in his boxers, waiting for Makoto to finish showering. It was Friday night, which meant that his girlfriend had Aikido class earlier today. Hopefully, she would have a treat for him soon. Makoto had been dropping hints to Akira all during dinner, but hadn't confirmed anything yet.
The sound of running water stopped, filling Akira with a sense of anticipation. A minute or two later, Makoto appeared at the doorway wearing nothing more than a towel. His girlfriend's tight, toned body was a sight to see, and Akira temporarily forgot what he had actually been waiting for. Then Makoto dropped the towel on the floor and crawled onto the bed, gazing at Akira intently as she did so.
For most couples, this would almost certainly lead to some normal, though very enjoyable sex. But Akira and Makoto weren't like most couples. This was mainly because of Akira's fetish for seeing his girlfriend have sex with another man. Makoto was fully on board with the prospect, but his girlfriend was also careful and particular. She tended to take things like this slowly.
Makoto crawled forward on the bed in a languid fashion, giving Akira plenty of time to take in her nude form. Akira's cock hardened in his boxers, though if he was being honest, part of his arousal was due to what Makoto had done earlier in the day. As well as what she might tell him shortly.
Makoto kissed Akira lightly and wasted little time before pulling down his boxers, freeing his cock. A moment later, Makoto began giving him a very skillful handjob, smiling as Akira squirmed slightly on the bed. They hadn't had normal penetrative sex in a while (Akira's idea, actually, as he wanted Makoto to come to the conclusion that she needed another man to fulfill that particular womanly need), but they still had a spirited sex life nevertheless.
"So, you wanted me to tell you about today, right?" Makoto asked in a prim tone, rubbing Akira's cock at a slow, sedate pace.
"Yes." Akira answered simply, trying not to cum too quickly.
"Well, Toshiro came by while I was starting to stretch. Somehow he always knows when I'm doing that." Makoto said with a shake of her head, smiling slightly.
"Really?" Akira asked, his interest very much piqued.
"Yes, and of course he offered to help me with my flexibility. This time I let him do it." Makoto confessed in a slightly wicked tone, increasing the speed of her hand slightly.
"You did?" Akira asked, somewhat weakly.
"I did. He had his hands on me for about 10 minutes. Nowhere too intimate, of course, but he would not stop flirting with me the whole time." Makoto said in a faux-exasperated tone.
"Even though you told him you have a boyfriend?" Akira asked readily, relishing what his girlfriend was saying.
"Yes, even though. Of course, I might have let slip something about you that made him think he had the green light." Makoto said loftily, now moving her hand quickly over Akira's cock.
"What did you say?" Akira asked intently, teetering on the verge of cumming.
"I might have said that my boyfriend likes the idea of me sleeping with another man. Or something to that effect." Makoto replied off-handedly, smiling at Akira.
Just like that, Akira came. His cock spasmed in Makoto's warm hand and he shot his load in a hurry. Akira couldn't hold himself back, and in fact had been lucky to make it that far. Something about these kinds of tease sessions were eroding Akira's ability to keep from cumming too quickly. He was cumming faster and faster as time went on. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact that Makoto was getting closer and closer to cuckolding him for real.
Akira needed a few minutes to recover. He opened his eyes and saw his girlfriend was lying on the bed next to him, a look of amusement on her face. Thankfully, Makoto seemed to derive a measure of pride at her ability to play on Akira's fetish so effectively. But that kind of emotional satisfaction did nothing for her body. Akira regrouped and got down between Makoto's toned legs. It was time for his tongue to provide his girlfriend with the pleasure that his cock couldn't. But before he did so, Akira had to satisfy his curiosity.
"What did Toshiro say when you told him that?" Akira asked intently, very much wanting to know.
Makoto shook her head playfully and pointed downward. Akira got the message and began licking his girlfriend’'s pussy. Makoto sighed with satisfaction and closed her eyes. Was she thinking about Toshiro? Akira didn't know, and his tongue was too busy for him to ask her. But Akira found himself hoping that she was.
As it turned out, even after licking his girlfriend to two satisfying orgasms, she refused to tell Akira what Toshiro had said in response. Makoto was very, very good at identifying when she had an advantage, after all, and she knew how eager Akira was to hear about it. So Makoto had told him that he would need to show up at the dojo himself if he wanted to learn more.
So that's what Akira had done. He had accompanied his girlfriend to Kasumigaseki, entered the nearly empty dojo, and had changed into a Gi that his girlfriend had given him. Akira had never worn something like that before, so he required Makoto to assist him in putting it on, which in turn, required him to use the women's changing room. Thankfully, nobody else had been in there besides Akira and Makoto.
Makoto's eyes opened, pulling Akira's focus away from his memory. His girlfriend's light brown hair was in her usual bobbed style that came down to her chin. The distinctive Niijima eyes she shared with her sister, dark brown tinged with a bit of red, were as beautiful as ever. Makoto regarded him ruefully, knowing full well that he hadn't meditated at all. Perhaps she even guessed what he had been preoccupying himself with. Regardless, Makoto said nothing and stood up in a graceful motion. Akira was quick to mirror her, though he did it with a lot less grace than she did. They were only a few feet away from each other.
"Aikido is about harmony, empathy, and peace. Even if someone is set on harming you, Aikido teaches you how to defend yourself without harming them." Makoto pronounced calmly, sounding admirably like an instructor.
Akira nodded, having heard versions of this many times from his girlfriend. He refrained from mentioning the many, many times he had seen Makoto use her knowledge of Aikido to aid her in destroying shadows in the Metaverse. Perhaps she was just talking about people, not cognitions.
"Let me demonstrate. Pretend you're a mugger for a moment. Try to grab me anywhere you want." Makoto said in a deceptively friendly tone, looking completely relaxed.
That was obviously a bad idea, but Akira decided to trust his girlfriend. She had (implicitly) promised to defend herself without hurting him, after all. Knowing that he was going to wind up on his back shortly, Akira stepped forward and tried to grab the front of Makoto's Ji with both hands.
It happened even faster than Akira predicted. As soon as his wrists came close enough, Makoto's hands flashed out and took hold of them. She then moved her arms in a blindingly fast circle, transferring that momentum to Akira, who found himself flung head over heels onto the soft floor mat. True to her word, it hadn't hurt at all, but Makoto wasn't done. His girlfriend maintained her grip on his arm and quickly settled her knee onto his shoulder, immobilizing him nicely.
"Now if you were really a mugger, we'd wait for the police, and in the meantime, I'd give you a long, thorough scolding about respecting other people's property." Makoto said teasingly, maintaining her iron-like grip on his arm.
"That sounds more like a reward than a punishment." A man said with a laugh.
Both Akira and Makoto looked over to see who had spoken. A tall man in his late 20's with long, black hair tied in a ponytail had appeared at the doorway to their training room. He was wearing a white ji with a black hakama, and what's more, his black belt had a bright red stripe through the middle of it. Akira hadn't forgotten a word of what Makoto had told him about the fellow student she was attracted to and knew immediately that this was Toshiro.
"Toshiro-san! What are you doing here?" Makoto asked curiously, sounding a little bit less in-control than before.
Akira couldn't help but notice the subtle blush in his girlfriend's cheeks as she looked at Toshiro, nor did he miss the way her eyes had widened slightly. Makoto had clearly been honest when she had told Akira that she was attracted to him. It might even be called a crush if she was this preoccupied. Makoto seemed to have temporarily forgotten she was holding Akira immobilized.
"I just finished teaching a few prospective students the basic tenets of Aikido. I see you're doing the same." Toshiro said with another laugh as he approached.
Makoto blinked and released Akira's arm, an apologetic look on her face. She took Akira's hand and helped him to his feet. No longer having to look at the man from upside down, Akira could see that he was very handsome, with a dependable, confident air to him. As he came closer, Akira noticed that Makoto (likely unconsciously) swept her hair over her ear and smiled at him.
"Hello. I'm Toshiro Utsuki. Makoto and I have been friends for a while now." Toshiro said in a cool tone, coming to a stop a few feet away from them both.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Akira Kurusu." Akira replied, bowing low to the man.
Toshiro bowed to Akira as well, though not nearly as low. He also looked Akira up and down and then laughed rather impolitely. Akira's eyebrows rose while Toshiro got a hold of himself, looking apologetic.
"I'm sorry, Akira-san. I was just surprised to see what you're wearing." Toshiro said with mirthfully.
"Isn't this a normal Gi?" Akira asked blankly, looking down at himself.
"It is. For our female students. That's a woman's Gi." Toshiro replied with a chuckle.
Akira's cheeks went red as he looked down at himself again. The Aikido uniform he was wearing was rather tight, plus the pant legs showed an inch or two of his ankles. Never having worn a Gi before, Akira had thought maybe that was how they were supposed to fit. Now he knew better. Akira looked over at his girlfriend for an explanation and found Makoto hurriedly trying to wipe a stubborn smile off of her face.
"Well, men's Gi's are a little different. I wasn't sure how to put it on correctly, so I lent you my spare one. What? You look cute in it." Makoto said brightly, sounding as though her compliment was sincere.
Sometimes Akira forgot how good Makoto was as a strategist. A simple confession about his desire to be teased and cuckolded had been all it took for Makoto to plan this whole thing out, with her boyfriend having been maneuvered into such an embarrassing position. Well, Akira was certainly getting what he had asked for. His rapidly hardening cock proved that.
"You do, actually. How about I sign you up for the classes Makoto assists in? You might be more comfortable there, Akira-san." Toshiro offered with a slight smile.
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea." Akira answered slowly, thinking that he was only here to be near his girlfriend, after all.
Makoto and Toshiro shared a look, then laughed together. Akira went red again, knowing only that there was some secret knowledge between the two of them that he wasn't privy to.
"You're terrible, Toshiro-san. I only assist the Sensei with our women's introductory courses." Makoto explained to Akira, trying to keep a lid on her amusement.
"I think he'd be suited to them, actually." Toshiro said with another jocular laugh, one that Makoto did not share.
"That's a bit much, Toshiro-san. Now, are you going to stop teasing my boyfriend, or am going to have to make you stop?" Makoto said with a touch of impatience, putting her hands on her hips.
Toshiro said nothing at first. He looked Makoto up and down slowly, checking her out. Out of the corner of his eye, Akira saw his girlfriend's cheeks redden a bit. She was attracted to him, clearly. Even so, Makoto was prepared to defend her boyfriend's honor to the man.
"Hmm. How about we make this interesting? If you can throw me, I'll apologize to Akira-san. If I throw you, then he has to sign up for those courses." Toshiro suggested with a very confident air.
Akira opened his mouth to speak, but Makoto quickly forestalled him by putting a finger to her lips while still gazing at Toshiro. The message was clear: even though Akira might be the subject, this was solely between Makoto and Toshiro. His girlfriend's assertiveness surprised him and rather turned him on. Akira suddenly felt as though he was in the role of a damsel being fought over by the hero and villain in some movie.
"First, my boyfriend doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to do. And second, you seem to have an inflated view of the value of your apology." Makoto said skeptically, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Alright then. How about I put in a good word for you with the Sensei if you win? I know you have your eye on this belt. I'll throw in that apology, too." Toshiro offered coolly, adjusting his red-striped black belt.
"And if you win?" Makoto asked with interest in her voice.
"If I win...I get to kiss you." Toshiro replied swiftly, his dark eyes glinting.
Makoto's cheeks reddened further at this. She quickly glanced over to Akira, her eyes uncertain. In stark contrast to her previous confidence, Makoto suddenly seemed flustered. Perhaps she wasn’t sure about whether she was doing this for her own sake or for her boyfriend's. Akira thought they were one and the same in this case, so he gave a clear nod to his girlfriend. Makoto looked into Akira's eyes for a few moments, then smiled at him and nodded in return.
"Fine. Start composing your apology now, then." Makoto said coolly, turning around and walking a few feet away to the edge of the soft mat they were standing on.
From where Toshiro was looking, Akira suspected that the man was taking the time to check out Makoto's butt instead, which was nicely outlined even underneath her loose hakama. Akira's cock throbbed at that, and he found himself wishing (more than he already had) that Makoto would lose this bout and that Toshiro would claim his kiss. Had Makoto already read that in his eyes? Akira wasn't sure. Regardless of the answer, he backed up along with Toshiro until they were all on the outside of the large mat in the center of the room.
Makoto and Toshiro bowed low to each other, then walked forward calmly until they were about five feet away. Akira watched with interest as they both extended their arms loosely, each searching for the opportunity to gain a grip on the other's hands. Toshiro stepped forward quickly, causing Makoto to back up hurriedly, but it appeared that the maneuver was only a feint. Toshiro grinned at Makoto, whose expression was tight.
Akira knew very little about Aikido, but he suspected that his girlfriend was at a marked disadvantage. Toshiro had greater strength and reach, and judging from the red stripe on his belt, he had more experience as well. All Makoto had going for her was a lower center of gravity, which made it easier for her to keep her balance. That and a keen strategic mind, but how helpful Makoto's intelligence was in this situation was hard to say.
Toshiro stepped forward again, one hand flashing out to grab at Makoto's wrist. Makoto reacted with the same blinding speed Akira had seen from her previously, but Toshiro was just as fast. Her hands closed on nothing but air as Toshiro instead put his other hand on her shoulder and shoved hard, knocking Makoto off balance. His girlfriend managed to stay on her feet, but distracted as she was, she couldn't stop Toshiro from grabbing her wrist as he had originally intended. Toshiro flipped Makoto onto the ground with an almost effortless roll of his arm and sank down onto his knees beside her, taking hold of both of her wrists and pinning Makoto there.
Makoto let out a frustrated sound, but she appeared entirely unharmed. Toshiro regarded her anger with amusement for a moment, and quickly bent down to claim his kiss. Akira watched, frozen, as Toshiro kissed Makoto tenderly. At first, Makoto struggled a bit, but then she accepted Toshiro's lips and kissed him back. Akira's cock hardened to its full length as he saw his girlfriend begin to get into the kiss.
However, Toshiro ended their kiss after only about 5 seconds. Makoto actually raised her head a centimeter or two off the ground, trying to continue it, before letting her head fall and blushing deeply.
"That was entertaining. But how about we all lay our cards on the table?" Toshiro called out as he released his hold on Makoto, speaking to both of them.
"I'm alright with that." Akira answered from across the room, his sense of anticipation rising.
Makoto was free to get up, but she remained on the soft mat. His girlfriend's cheeks were still red and her breathing was fast. She was looking at Toshiro rather fondly, and she even raised a finger to her lips, tracing the place the man had kissed her. Toshiro grinned at Makoto but soon called out to Akira.
"I'm very, very interested in showing your beautiful girlfriend a good time. And I think she's interested too. But what about you, Akira-san? Makoto told me a little bit about your tastes, but I'd like to hear it from you." Toshiro prompted politely, stroking Makoto's cheek with one finger.
"I...I would like you to show her a good time as well." Akira answered honestly, gulping.
"I see. And you enjoy being submissive? I wouldn't have said those things if I didn't suspect that." Toshiro remarked, nodding.
"I do." Akira answered again, too embarrassed to elaborate further.
"I understand. Come over here then. I want you to help your girlfriend undress and get her ready for me." Toshiro instructed with a laugh, leaning back into a sitting position.
"Right here?" Makoto said with a touch of worry, looking toward the sliding doors.
"The other students have all left. There's nobody in the dojo but us now." Toshiro answered, nodding at Akira to hurry up.
Akira did as he was told and walked over to them. Makoto sat up from the ground, her cheeks stubbornly red. Akira and his girlfriend shared a gaze for a long moment, both of them realizing just how turned on the other one was. Makoto smiled warmly at Akira and spread her arms out, making his task as easy as possible. Akira kneeled behind his girlfriend and reached down to her waist. An Aikido belt was simple to tie and untie, but with his hands shaking a bit, it took him a few seconds longer than necessary to do it.
That being done, Akira opened Makoto's white Gi and pulled it gently down from her shoulders. Underneath her outfit, his girlfriend was wearing a sexy violet bra with pink lace trimming. It was the first time Akira had seen it, not counting the brief glimpse he had gotten in the changing room earlier. Had Makoto bought new lingerie for her planned tryst with Toshiro? It seemed she had. Makoto looked over her shoulder at Akira, her warm smile now tinged with a bit of sauciness.
Akira's cock hardened to its full length once again as he removed Makoto's Gi and helped his girlfriend take off her hakama. Makoto was wearing matching violet panties underneath it. Though the dark color made it hard to tell, Akira rather thought that Makoto had a slight wet spot on them already.
With Toshiro looking on, Akira tried to unhook Makoto's bra. His fingers were shaking too much to be very successful at it, however, and after many failed attempts, Makoto and Toshiro shared a brief laugh at Akira's expense before she reached behind her back to do it herself. Makoto's bra fell from her shoulders, ******** her modest but very attractive breasts to Toshiro's gaze.
Akira moved to the side and gingerly pulled Makoto's violet panties down and off of her legs. Just like that, ha had accomplished his task of undressing his girlfriend in front of the man who was going to fuck her. But Toshiro didn't seem to be in any hurry. He looked over at Akira quizzically.
"I said to get her ready too, right? Use your tongue until I tell you to stop, Akira-san." Toshiro instructed calmly.
Akira quickly got down between Makoto's legs as he heard her draw a quick breath in. Akira glanced up and how wide his girlfriend's eyes were. Makoto loved receiving oral sex, and he could tell that having her boyfriend submissively prepare her for Toshiro made her tremendously excited. She was very much "ready" in Akira's opinion, but he did as he had been told and began lapping at Makoto's pussy.
"I think Akira-san would enjoy it if you were more dominant with him, Makoto. He clearly likes following orders." Toshiro said with a laugh, sounding as if he was starting to take off his Gi.
Makoto didn't answer. She was too busy sighing in pleasure from Akira's worshipful tongue. As Toshiro began undressing, however, her eyes shifted away from her boyfriend and locked onto the other man. Akira could see her expression clearly, and as he kept licking, he saw Makoto's eyes widen appreciatively as Toshiro took off his clothing.
Akira could only guess as to how well-muscled Toshiro might be, as his view was constrained at the moment. But he could tell how impressed his girlfriend was. Makoto's attraction to her fellow Aikido practitioner couldn't be more obvious, and Akira wondered if his strategy of making his girlfriend yearn for the attention of a more alpha type of man had worked better than he originally thought.
"Wow." Makoto whispered quietly, her gaze having dropped a bit.
Toshiro laughed at Makoto's surprise. It didn't take a genius for Akira to determine what Makoto was looking at. Was Toshiro's cock that large? Probably only in relation to Akira's smaller one, but Makoto's eyes were full of anticipation. Her nipples had fully hardened as well. Akira suddenly had to deal with a lot more wetness from his girlfriend's pussy than before. If she wasn't "ready" before, she certainly was now. In fact, a minute or two more of Akira's licking would doubtlessly result in an amazing orgasm from his girlfriend.
"Alright, Akira-san. That's enough for now. Lie down on your back." Toshiro ordered casually, walking up to the two of them.
Akira stopped licking abruptly, even though Makoto looked to be a bit disappointed. But only a bit. If she had preferred her boyfriend's tongue to finish the job, she still didn't look too displeased that Toshiro's cock would do it instead. Having successfully prepared his girlfriend for Toshiro, Akira laid down on the soft mat next to Makoto and awaited whatever instructions might come next.
Now that Akira's view was no longer blocked by his girlfriend's (very sexy) legs, he could see that Toshiro was indeed well-muscled. His very toned body contrasted nicely with his long, dark ponytail. No wonder Makoto had a crush on the man. His cock was equally impressive. Though it wasn't fully hard yet, it was still easily bigger than Akira's own, which even now strained at the tight confines of what he now knew was a woman's Gi. Makoto was staring at the man's cock almost hypnotically, unable to take her eyes off it.
"Would you mind getting me ready, Makoto?" Toshiro asked with amusement on his face, putting his hands on his hips.
Makoto frowned at him, though the blush in her cheeks deepened. It was clear to Akira that Toshiro's cockiness both attracted and annoyed her. Maybe she had gotten too used to her boyfriend's submissive, easygoing ways. More importantly, though, Makoto seemed frozen in indecision. Though his girlfriend loved to receive oral sex, she was much more hesitant about giving it. Toshiro's larger size likely made her even more hesitant to do what he was requesting.
"No? If you don't want to, then maybe I'll tell Akira-san to do it." Toshiro said quietly, his smile widening.
Akira's mind went blank for a moment, unable to process the man's words as quickly as usual. His cock was again straining at the front of his Gi, however. Akira could distantly hear Makoto gasp. Akira couldn't lie to himself: even though he was disinclined to put another man's cock in his mouth, he was too turned on by the overall situation to refuse Toshiro's orders, if the man indeed ordered him to do that. Makoto looked over at Akira, her eyes wide with a combination of surprise and excitement. They both gazed at each other for a few seconds before Makoto looked away.
"Fine, I'll do it." Makoto murmured with embarrassment, turning again to face Toshiro.
Once again, Makoto was intent on protecting her boyfriend's honor. Even if that meant taking on his burden in the process. Akira watched, spellbound, as Makoto crawled forward and began sucking Toshiro's cock. Makoto used her lips well, but she didn't go very far down on his cock. Makoto's lack of technique soon became apparent. Toshiro shook his head playfully.
"You don't seem to be very good at this, Makoto. Maybe I should ask Akira-san to do it after all." Toshiro said leadingly.
Hearing this, his girlfriend began making more of an effort. She went down further on Toshiro's cock and increased her speed significantly. Makoto's head was soon bobbing up and down on his shaft, causing Toshiro to grunt appreciatively. Akira could see that Makoto was actually beginning to get into it. The proof was how his girlfriend had shyly put her hand between her legs and rubbed her neglected pussy.
Toshiro's cock looked to have hardened to its full length in Makoto's mouth. He gently took hold of her cheeks, making Makoto pause her back-and-forth motion. Toshiro then pulled his cock out slowly, evidently wanting to enjoy the feel of Makoto's mouth as long as possible before moving on to enjoy the rest of her body. As soon as Toshiro's cock was out, his girlfriend took the opportunity to catch her breath, looking up at Toshiro as she did so. His hands remained on her reddened cheeks, though.
"Good work. Now go straddle your boyfriend's head. Like you're going to ride his face." Toshiro instructed Makoto in a clear, cool tone, releasing her.
Makoto was not nearly as obedient to Toshiro's orders as Akira was. But after a few seconds of staying in place (likely for show), his girlfriend did as Toshiro said. Akira watched as Makoto walked over to him and stood with both feet on either side of Akira's head. Blushing slightly more than before, Makoto squatted down, bringing her very wet pussy only inches from Akira's lips.
Toshiro walked over to Makoto and pushed down on her back, making his girlfriend lean forward until she was forced to support herself with her hands. Makoto was on all fours on the mat above Akira, and as Toshiro kneeled down behind her, Akira understood what was happening. Toshiro was planning to fuck Makoto in a doggy-style position, with Akira's face only inches away from their place of coupling.
From Akira's bird's eye view of the situation, he could see that Makoto and Toshiro were both as ready as they would ever be. Makoto's pussy was nearly dripping and her nipples hadn't gone down at all. Toshiro's cock was hard as a rock and his balls were full and heavy. There was no sense in waiting any longer, and Toshiro clearly agreed. He positioned his cock at the entrance to Makoto's pussy and pushed it in.
Makoto let out a loud gasp and arched her back as Toshiro inserted his large cock inch by inch. Though Akira had provided his girlfriend with plenty of orgasms with his tongue, it had been months and months since he had penetrated her. Makoto's instinctive desire to be fucked had gone unfulfilled, but now she was getting what she clearly needed. In fact, Makoto might be getting more than she bargained for as she squirmed with her legs, trying to adjust to Toshiro's larger cock.
"Very nice. You feel just like a virgin. Has Akira ever penetrated you?" Toshiro asked with a laugh, pushing the last couple of inches of his cock into her.
"Of...of course he has!" Makoto answered in a bit of a huff, her affrontery on Akira's behalf being spoiled somewhat by a pleasurable moan she couldn't help but let out.
Akira blushed a bit at Toshiro's remark, his cock straining again. Though Makoto was indeed no longer a virgin, the length of time she had gone without penetrative sex combined with only having experienced Akira's modest cock made her pussy feel as tight as if she had been. A tightness that Toshiro was greatly enjoying at the moment.
"Well, I don't want that happening anymore. Your boyfriend can use his tongue all he wants, but I'm the only one who gets to fuck you." Toshiro ordered with a touch of alpha-like aggressiveness in his voice as he drew his cock back, preparing to fuck Makoto for real.
"You don't get to decide that! Oh, god..." Makoto protested, angrily at first, then in a markedly weaker tone as Toshiro thrusted his cock into her.
"Sure I do. Akira-san, you don't get to fuck her. Understand?" Toshiro ordered with a laugh, getting into a slow rhythm with his hips.
"I understand, Toshiro-san." Akira said readily, captivated by the sight in front of him.
Makoto made a frustrated noise that sounded quite similar to the one she made back when Toshiro had pinned her earlier. It might have been annoying for Akira to undermine her efforts at defending him from Toshiro, but he was too turned on to do anything else.
Toshiro drew his cock back until only a few inches were inside Makoto's pussy, then pushed it all the way inside her, burying his cock to the hilt. Makoto let out a quiet gasp every time that happened. His girlfriend was clearly experiencing sensations in her pussy from areas that Akira's cock had never been able to reach.
Makoto's breasts bounced very appealingly after each thrust from Toshiro. Her nipples looked neglected, however. Akira knew how much Makoto liked to stimulate her nipples as her pussy was licked, but her arms were busy holding her up. Looking to make it up to his girlfriend, Akira reached up to rub Makoto's hardened nipples instead. Makoto's eyes opened at the unexpected sensation, but she soon looked down and smiled at Akira below her.
The pleasure his girlfriend was experiencing had to be mind-blowing. Some girls would likely be extremely vocal at this point, but all Makoto let out were pleasurable sighs as well as the occasional moan. Makoto's mental toughness was keeping her from being overwhelmed. Also, Akira suspected that Makoto didn't want to give Toshiro the satisfaction of knowing how good his cock made her feel.
"Start licking her pussy again, Akira-san," Toshiro ordered casually, maintaining the pace of his hips.
Akira blinked but nevertheless obeyed Toshiro. He raised his head from the mat and began licking his girlfriend's dripping pussy, aware of how Toshiro's cock was only centimeters away from his tongue. Makoto's sighs ratcheded higher from the additional stimulation of his tongue, and from the way Makoto was arching her back again, Akira knew his girlfriend was about to cum. The no-doubt incredible feeling emanating from her pussy couldn't be denied any longer.
Makoto came loudly, her charmingly sexual moans filling the training room. After trying to keep a lid on her voice for so long, his girlfriend's pleasure was that much more audible now that she couldn't stop it. Toshiro slowed the pace of his fucking somewhat, likely because (Akira knew this very well himself) it was difficult not to cum when Makoto's tight pussy was spasming around his cock. But where Akira could not possibly have avoided cumming if it were him, Toshiro managed to do so without much difficulty.
Only Makoto's physical endurance kept her from sinking to the floor during her climax. Akira, his tongue still on Makoto's pussy as he had been ordered, was prepared to hold her up, but Makoto didn't need him to. Maybe she didn't want to show that kind of weakness to Toshiro. If so, Toshiro seemed to want to push her to the edge. He began fucking her in earnest again, barely giving Makoto any rest. His girlfriend's arms shook slightly, but she seemed determined not to fall.
"It seems like you have a very talented tongue, Akira-san. I'd like to feel it myself. Lick the underside of my cock, if you would." Toshiro ordered in the same casual tone as before.
"Wait!" Makoto exclaimed in surprise.
"Ooo. She tightened up nicely there." Toshiro said with an amused laugh, continuing to fuck Makoto.
Akira hadn't followed Toshiro's order. Though his tongue was only centimeters away from the man's cock, actually moving it there felt like a hard thing to do. Makoto dropped her head to look at Akira beneath her. His girlfriend's cheeks were deeply red and she was breathing rapidly. More rapidly than before. Was she excited by what Toshiro had said?
"You...you don't have to do that if you don't want to." Makoto said weakly, her eyes wide.
"That goes without saying. But I'm pretty sure your girlfriend wants you to, Akira-san. Her pussy tightened up considerably the second I told you to lick my cock. Ah, there it goes again." Toshiro explained with another laugh.
Akira and Makoto shared a long look, even though they were looking upside down at each other. Akira understood that however reticent Makoto was about her boyfriend doing this, she was nevertheless tremendously excited by it. With that knowledge in mind, Akira began licking the underside of Toshiro's cock, causing the man to grunt appreciatively.
"Keep doing that until I tell you to stop, Akira-san." Toshiro said coolly, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
In a way, this was an easier task than before. Akira didn't have to keep his tongue on Makoto's constantly moving pussy. He simply had to extend his tongue and the motion of Toshiro's cock did the rest. But it wasn't nearly as enjoyable. At least, until he looked up and saw how intently Makoto was watching him pleasure Toshiro, her mouth open in a miniature "o". Akira, for his part, felt his cock straining once again at the front of his tight pants.
"She definitely likes watching you do that, Akira-san. Next time, I'll have you both of you get me ready at the same time." Toshiro stated calmly, in contrast to how Akira and Makoto were taking it.
Makoto began letting out the very particular sighs that Akira knew presaged a climax. Even though he wasn't licking her pussy anymore, Makoto seemed to be deriving even more pleasure from the knowledge of how her boyfriend was submissively licking the cock of the man who was fucking her.
Toshiro picked up his pace considerably. From Akira's viewpoint beneath them, he has seen how Toshiro's balls (which had been heavy and low) were rising as time went on. It appeared that he was finally ready to cum. His faster pace made Makoto's climax arrive all the more quickly, and in no time at all, his girlfriend was arching her back and letting out the same alluring moans of pleasure as before. Toshiro drove every inch of his cock into Makoto's pussy, and began grunting.
Akira, continuing to keep his tongue on Toshiro's cock, felt it pulse again and again. Each pulse represented a load of cum that Toshiro was shooting deep into his girlfriend's pussy. That realization was enough to get Akira to cum himself, even though nothing was touching his cock. The thought alone was hot enough.
Makoto's second climax in less than twenty minutes was too taxing for her. His girlfriend sank down, her arms no longer able to support her. Akira reached out to try to hold her up, but it was that Toshiro that did it. He grabbed her hips, easily keeping Makoto from falling on top of Akira. With that issue solved, all three of them were able to enjoy the rest of their individual orgasms. Toshiro was the first to fully recover.
"I'm going to pull out, Akira-san. Lick your girlfriend's pussy clean, will you?" Toshiro instructed tiredly, drawing his cock out of Makoto.
"Stop ordering him around so much, Toshiro-san." Makoto mumbled in an equally tired tone,
"I see. That's your job, is it?" Toshiro teased, pulling his cock out completely.
Akira nevertheless did as Toshiro told him. He plugged Makoto's pussy with his tongue, feeling the man's cum collecting against it. Makoto looked down at Akira beneath her, an amused look on her face. It seemed that her objection was to Toshiro's presumptuousness, not the act itself. Makoto looked fascinated as Akira swallowed, again and again, the still-warm cum flowing out of her pussy.
Toshiro got up, and from the sound of things, was getting dressed. Any opportunity to see how exactly a man's Gi was tied was denied to Akira, who struggled to keep up with the amount of cum Toshiro had pumped into his girlfriend's pussy. Even so, Akira didn't mind. Licking Makoto's well-satisfied pussy clean was a surprisingly intimate act, and from the smile on her face, his girlfriend appreciated it.
"I'll expect to see you here on Tuesday at six, Akira-san." Toshiro said simply, having finished putting his Gi back on.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Toshiro walk past them and stop. Makoto looked up at him, and Akira saw them share a long, lingering kiss. Though Makoto was still a little antagonistic toward him, her attraction to Toshiro remained. And it was probably keener than before.
Toshiro left the training room. Makoto watched him go, but as soon as he left the room, she returned her attention to Akira. Makoto pushed herself up so that she was straddling his head, but she didn't stand up. His tongue had cleaned Makoto's pussy quite effectively by now, but both of them were enjoying the closeness of his intimate act too much to want to stop quite yet.
"If you're wondering what he was talking about, the women's introductory courses I assist in are on Tuesdays and Thursdays." Makoto explained ruefully, continuing to watch her boyfriend's worshipful efforts.
Akira didn't answer. Now that Toshiro was gone and the man's physical dominance was no longer a factor, he didn't feel the need to obey him. But as he turned over Makoto's words in his head, he realized that his girlfriend hadn't actually discouraged him from attending.
"You don't have to go. But you can if you want to." Makoto said, a touch hopefully.
Akira nodded as much as he was able to. Though practicing alongside women would doubtlessly be embarrassing, it represented a chance to work together with Makoto, after all. And from the hopeful expression on Makoto's face, it was something his girlfriend wanted. Seeing his nod, Makoto smiled warmly.
"We'll have to get you your own Gi. But since you look so cute in mine, let's buy you another woman's one. Maybe pink would suit you." Makoto said teasingly.
Akira's cock managed to harden again at his girlfriend's teasing. Makoto giggled and continued to look at Akira fondly. Akira couldn't help but be glad things had worked out so well. Makoto's satisfaction was his first priority, of course. And Akira thought she should be happy. Aside from everything else, Makato had managed to introduce her boyfriend to Aikido, as she had wanted all along.
Makoto sat across from him in the same position. Her uniform was almost the same, though as a more advanced student, she wore a dark but not quite black hakama over her legs. Akira suspected that was because Makoto wished for her prestigious black belt to be more noticeable. A black belt was a sign of an accomplished student, though Makoto had told him that she had years to go before she would be able to gain the coveted red and gold stripes on it.
His girlfriend's eyes were closed and her breathing was very steady. She was meditating like he was supposed to. Unfortunately, every time Akira attempted to clear his mind, thoughts of Makoto and what she had told him earlier filled his mind. Akira decided to stop fighting it, and in lieu of meditating, he immersed himself in the memory.
Akira leaned back in bed in his boxers, waiting for Makoto to finish showering. It was Friday night, which meant that his girlfriend had Aikido class earlier today. Hopefully, she would have a treat for him soon. Makoto had been dropping hints to Akira all during dinner, but hadn't confirmed anything yet.
The sound of running water stopped, filling Akira with a sense of anticipation. A minute or two later, Makoto appeared at the doorway wearing nothing more than a towel. His girlfriend's tight, toned body was a sight to see, and Akira temporarily forgot what he had actually been waiting for. Then Makoto dropped the towel on the floor and crawled onto the bed, gazing at Akira intently as she did so.
For most couples, this would almost certainly lead to some normal, though very enjoyable sex. But Akira and Makoto weren't like most couples. This was mainly because of Akira's fetish for seeing his girlfriend have sex with another man. Makoto was fully on board with the prospect, but his girlfriend was also careful and particular. She tended to take things like this slowly.
Makoto crawled forward on the bed in a languid fashion, giving Akira plenty of time to take in her nude form. Akira's cock hardened in his boxers, though if he was being honest, part of his arousal was due to what Makoto had done earlier in the day. As well as what she might tell him shortly.
Makoto kissed Akira lightly and wasted little time before pulling down his boxers, freeing his cock. A moment later, Makoto began giving him a very skillful handjob, smiling as Akira squirmed slightly on the bed. They hadn't had normal penetrative sex in a while (Akira's idea, actually, as he wanted Makoto to come to the conclusion that she needed another man to fulfill that particular womanly need), but they still had a spirited sex life nevertheless.
"So, you wanted me to tell you about today, right?" Makoto asked in a prim tone, rubbing Akira's cock at a slow, sedate pace.
"Yes." Akira answered simply, trying not to cum too quickly.
"Well, Toshiro came by while I was starting to stretch. Somehow he always knows when I'm doing that." Makoto said with a shake of her head, smiling slightly.
"Really?" Akira asked, his interest very much piqued.
"Yes, and of course he offered to help me with my flexibility. This time I let him do it." Makoto confessed in a slightly wicked tone, increasing the speed of her hand slightly.
"You did?" Akira asked, somewhat weakly.
"I did. He had his hands on me for about 10 minutes. Nowhere too intimate, of course, but he would not stop flirting with me the whole time." Makoto said in a faux-exasperated tone.
"Even though you told him you have a boyfriend?" Akira asked readily, relishing what his girlfriend was saying.
"Yes, even though. Of course, I might have let slip something about you that made him think he had the green light." Makoto said loftily, now moving her hand quickly over Akira's cock.
"What did you say?" Akira asked intently, teetering on the verge of cumming.
"I might have said that my boyfriend likes the idea of me sleeping with another man. Or something to that effect." Makoto replied off-handedly, smiling at Akira.
Just like that, Akira came. His cock spasmed in Makoto's warm hand and he shot his load in a hurry. Akira couldn't hold himself back, and in fact had been lucky to make it that far. Something about these kinds of tease sessions were eroding Akira's ability to keep from cumming too quickly. He was cumming faster and faster as time went on. Of course, that might have had something to do with the fact that Makoto was getting closer and closer to cuckolding him for real.
Akira needed a few minutes to recover. He opened his eyes and saw his girlfriend was lying on the bed next to him, a look of amusement on her face. Thankfully, Makoto seemed to derive a measure of pride at her ability to play on Akira's fetish so effectively. But that kind of emotional satisfaction did nothing for her body. Akira regrouped and got down between Makoto's toned legs. It was time for his tongue to provide his girlfriend with the pleasure that his cock couldn't. But before he did so, Akira had to satisfy his curiosity.
"What did Toshiro say when you told him that?" Akira asked intently, very much wanting to know.
Makoto shook her head playfully and pointed downward. Akira got the message and began licking his girlfriend’'s pussy. Makoto sighed with satisfaction and closed her eyes. Was she thinking about Toshiro? Akira didn't know, and his tongue was too busy for him to ask her. But Akira found himself hoping that she was.
As it turned out, even after licking his girlfriend to two satisfying orgasms, she refused to tell Akira what Toshiro had said in response. Makoto was very, very good at identifying when she had an advantage, after all, and she knew how eager Akira was to hear about it. So Makoto had told him that he would need to show up at the dojo himself if he wanted to learn more.
So that's what Akira had done. He had accompanied his girlfriend to Kasumigaseki, entered the nearly empty dojo, and had changed into a Gi that his girlfriend had given him. Akira had never worn something like that before, so he required Makoto to assist him in putting it on, which in turn, required him to use the women's changing room. Thankfully, nobody else had been in there besides Akira and Makoto.
Makoto's eyes opened, pulling Akira's focus away from his memory. His girlfriend's light brown hair was in her usual bobbed style that came down to her chin. The distinctive Niijima eyes she shared with her sister, dark brown tinged with a bit of red, were as beautiful as ever. Makoto regarded him ruefully, knowing full well that he hadn't meditated at all. Perhaps she even guessed what he had been preoccupying himself with. Regardless, Makoto said nothing and stood up in a graceful motion. Akira was quick to mirror her, though he did it with a lot less grace than she did. They were only a few feet away from each other.
"Aikido is about harmony, empathy, and peace. Even if someone is set on harming you, Aikido teaches you how to defend yourself without harming them." Makoto pronounced calmly, sounding admirably like an instructor.
Akira nodded, having heard versions of this many times from his girlfriend. He refrained from mentioning the many, many times he had seen Makoto use her knowledge of Aikido to aid her in destroying shadows in the Metaverse. Perhaps she was just talking about people, not cognitions.
"Let me demonstrate. Pretend you're a mugger for a moment. Try to grab me anywhere you want." Makoto said in a deceptively friendly tone, looking completely relaxed.
That was obviously a bad idea, but Akira decided to trust his girlfriend. She had (implicitly) promised to defend herself without hurting him, after all. Knowing that he was going to wind up on his back shortly, Akira stepped forward and tried to grab the front of Makoto's Ji with both hands.
It happened even faster than Akira predicted. As soon as his wrists came close enough, Makoto's hands flashed out and took hold of them. She then moved her arms in a blindingly fast circle, transferring that momentum to Akira, who found himself flung head over heels onto the soft floor mat. True to her word, it hadn't hurt at all, but Makoto wasn't done. His girlfriend maintained her grip on his arm and quickly settled her knee onto his shoulder, immobilizing him nicely.
"Now if you were really a mugger, we'd wait for the police, and in the meantime, I'd give you a long, thorough scolding about respecting other people's property." Makoto said teasingly, maintaining her iron-like grip on his arm.
"That sounds more like a reward than a punishment." A man said with a laugh.
Both Akira and Makoto looked over to see who had spoken. A tall man in his late 20's with long, black hair tied in a ponytail had appeared at the doorway to their training room. He was wearing a white ji with a black hakama, and what's more, his black belt had a bright red stripe through the middle of it. Akira hadn't forgotten a word of what Makoto had told him about the fellow student she was attracted to and knew immediately that this was Toshiro.
"Toshiro-san! What are you doing here?" Makoto asked curiously, sounding a little bit less in-control than before.
Akira couldn't help but notice the subtle blush in his girlfriend's cheeks as she looked at Toshiro, nor did he miss the way her eyes had widened slightly. Makoto had clearly been honest when she had told Akira that she was attracted to him. It might even be called a crush if she was this preoccupied. Makoto seemed to have temporarily forgotten she was holding Akira immobilized.
"I just finished teaching a few prospective students the basic tenets of Aikido. I see you're doing the same." Toshiro said with another laugh as he approached.
Makoto blinked and released Akira's arm, an apologetic look on her face. She took Akira's hand and helped him to his feet. No longer having to look at the man from upside down, Akira could see that he was very handsome, with a dependable, confident air to him. As he came closer, Akira noticed that Makoto (likely unconsciously) swept her hair over her ear and smiled at him.
"Hello. I'm Toshiro Utsuki. Makoto and I have been friends for a while now." Toshiro said in a cool tone, coming to a stop a few feet away from them both.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Akira Kurusu." Akira replied, bowing low to the man.
Toshiro bowed to Akira as well, though not nearly as low. He also looked Akira up and down and then laughed rather impolitely. Akira's eyebrows rose while Toshiro got a hold of himself, looking apologetic.
"I'm sorry, Akira-san. I was just surprised to see what you're wearing." Toshiro said with mirthfully.
"Isn't this a normal Gi?" Akira asked blankly, looking down at himself.
"It is. For our female students. That's a woman's Gi." Toshiro replied with a chuckle.
Akira's cheeks went red as he looked down at himself again. The Aikido uniform he was wearing was rather tight, plus the pant legs showed an inch or two of his ankles. Never having worn a Gi before, Akira had thought maybe that was how they were supposed to fit. Now he knew better. Akira looked over at his girlfriend for an explanation and found Makoto hurriedly trying to wipe a stubborn smile off of her face.
"Well, men's Gi's are a little different. I wasn't sure how to put it on correctly, so I lent you my spare one. What? You look cute in it." Makoto said brightly, sounding as though her compliment was sincere.
Sometimes Akira forgot how good Makoto was as a strategist. A simple confession about his desire to be teased and cuckolded had been all it took for Makoto to plan this whole thing out, with her boyfriend having been maneuvered into such an embarrassing position. Well, Akira was certainly getting what he had asked for. His rapidly hardening cock proved that.
"You do, actually. How about I sign you up for the classes Makoto assists in? You might be more comfortable there, Akira-san." Toshiro offered with a slight smile.
"That doesn't sound like a bad idea." Akira answered slowly, thinking that he was only here to be near his girlfriend, after all.
Makoto and Toshiro shared a look, then laughed together. Akira went red again, knowing only that there was some secret knowledge between the two of them that he wasn't privy to.
"You're terrible, Toshiro-san. I only assist the Sensei with our women's introductory courses." Makoto explained to Akira, trying to keep a lid on her amusement.
"I think he'd be suited to them, actually." Toshiro said with another jocular laugh, one that Makoto did not share.
"That's a bit much, Toshiro-san. Now, are you going to stop teasing my boyfriend, or am going to have to make you stop?" Makoto said with a touch of impatience, putting her hands on her hips.
Toshiro said nothing at first. He looked Makoto up and down slowly, checking her out. Out of the corner of his eye, Akira saw his girlfriend's cheeks redden a bit. She was attracted to him, clearly. Even so, Makoto was prepared to defend her boyfriend's honor to the man.
"Hmm. How about we make this interesting? If you can throw me, I'll apologize to Akira-san. If I throw you, then he has to sign up for those courses." Toshiro suggested with a very confident air.
Akira opened his mouth to speak, but Makoto quickly forestalled him by putting a finger to her lips while still gazing at Toshiro. The message was clear: even though Akira might be the subject, this was solely between Makoto and Toshiro. His girlfriend's assertiveness surprised him and rather turned him on. Akira suddenly felt as though he was in the role of a damsel being fought over by the hero and villain in some movie.
"First, my boyfriend doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to do. And second, you seem to have an inflated view of the value of your apology." Makoto said skeptically, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Alright then. How about I put in a good word for you with the Sensei if you win? I know you have your eye on this belt. I'll throw in that apology, too." Toshiro offered coolly, adjusting his red-striped black belt.
"And if you win?" Makoto asked with interest in her voice.
"If I win...I get to kiss you." Toshiro replied swiftly, his dark eyes glinting.
Makoto's cheeks reddened further at this. She quickly glanced over to Akira, her eyes uncertain. In stark contrast to her previous confidence, Makoto suddenly seemed flustered. Perhaps she wasn’t sure about whether she was doing this for her own sake or for her boyfriend's. Akira thought they were one and the same in this case, so he gave a clear nod to his girlfriend. Makoto looked into Akira's eyes for a few moments, then smiled at him and nodded in return.
"Fine. Start composing your apology now, then." Makoto said coolly, turning around and walking a few feet away to the edge of the soft mat they were standing on.
From where Toshiro was looking, Akira suspected that the man was taking the time to check out Makoto's butt instead, which was nicely outlined even underneath her loose hakama. Akira's cock throbbed at that, and he found himself wishing (more than he already had) that Makoto would lose this bout and that Toshiro would claim his kiss. Had Makoto already read that in his eyes? Akira wasn't sure. Regardless of the answer, he backed up along with Toshiro until they were all on the outside of the large mat in the center of the room.
Makoto and Toshiro bowed low to each other, then walked forward calmly until they were about five feet away. Akira watched with interest as they both extended their arms loosely, each searching for the opportunity to gain a grip on the other's hands. Toshiro stepped forward quickly, causing Makoto to back up hurriedly, but it appeared that the maneuver was only a feint. Toshiro grinned at Makoto, whose expression was tight.
Akira knew very little about Aikido, but he suspected that his girlfriend was at a marked disadvantage. Toshiro had greater strength and reach, and judging from the red stripe on his belt, he had more experience as well. All Makoto had going for her was a lower center of gravity, which made it easier for her to keep her balance. That and a keen strategic mind, but how helpful Makoto's intelligence was in this situation was hard to say.
Toshiro stepped forward again, one hand flashing out to grab at Makoto's wrist. Makoto reacted with the same blinding speed Akira had seen from her previously, but Toshiro was just as fast. Her hands closed on nothing but air as Toshiro instead put his other hand on her shoulder and shoved hard, knocking Makoto off balance. His girlfriend managed to stay on her feet, but distracted as she was, she couldn't stop Toshiro from grabbing her wrist as he had originally intended. Toshiro flipped Makoto onto the ground with an almost effortless roll of his arm and sank down onto his knees beside her, taking hold of both of her wrists and pinning Makoto there.
Makoto let out a frustrated sound, but she appeared entirely unharmed. Toshiro regarded her anger with amusement for a moment, and quickly bent down to claim his kiss. Akira watched, frozen, as Toshiro kissed Makoto tenderly. At first, Makoto struggled a bit, but then she accepted Toshiro's lips and kissed him back. Akira's cock hardened to its full length as he saw his girlfriend begin to get into the kiss.
However, Toshiro ended their kiss after only about 5 seconds. Makoto actually raised her head a centimeter or two off the ground, trying to continue it, before letting her head fall and blushing deeply.
"That was entertaining. But how about we all lay our cards on the table?" Toshiro called out as he released his hold on Makoto, speaking to both of them.
"I'm alright with that." Akira answered from across the room, his sense of anticipation rising.
Makoto was free to get up, but she remained on the soft mat. His girlfriend's cheeks were still red and her breathing was fast. She was looking at Toshiro rather fondly, and she even raised a finger to her lips, tracing the place the man had kissed her. Toshiro grinned at Makoto but soon called out to Akira.
"I'm very, very interested in showing your beautiful girlfriend a good time. And I think she's interested too. But what about you, Akira-san? Makoto told me a little bit about your tastes, but I'd like to hear it from you." Toshiro prompted politely, stroking Makoto's cheek with one finger.
"I...I would like you to show her a good time as well." Akira answered honestly, gulping.
"I see. And you enjoy being submissive? I wouldn't have said those things if I didn't suspect that." Toshiro remarked, nodding.
"I do." Akira answered again, too embarrassed to elaborate further.
"I understand. Come over here then. I want you to help your girlfriend undress and get her ready for me." Toshiro instructed with a laugh, leaning back into a sitting position.
"Right here?" Makoto said with a touch of worry, looking toward the sliding doors.
"The other students have all left. There's nobody in the dojo but us now." Toshiro answered, nodding at Akira to hurry up.
Akira did as he was told and walked over to them. Makoto sat up from the ground, her cheeks stubbornly red. Akira and his girlfriend shared a gaze for a long moment, both of them realizing just how turned on the other one was. Makoto smiled warmly at Akira and spread her arms out, making his task as easy as possible. Akira kneeled behind his girlfriend and reached down to her waist. An Aikido belt was simple to tie and untie, but with his hands shaking a bit, it took him a few seconds longer than necessary to do it.
That being done, Akira opened Makoto's white Gi and pulled it gently down from her shoulders. Underneath her outfit, his girlfriend was wearing a sexy violet bra with pink lace trimming. It was the first time Akira had seen it, not counting the brief glimpse he had gotten in the changing room earlier. Had Makoto bought new lingerie for her planned tryst with Toshiro? It seemed she had. Makoto looked over her shoulder at Akira, her warm smile now tinged with a bit of sauciness.
Akira's cock hardened to its full length once again as he removed Makoto's Gi and helped his girlfriend take off her hakama. Makoto was wearing matching violet panties underneath it. Though the dark color made it hard to tell, Akira rather thought that Makoto had a slight wet spot on them already.
With Toshiro looking on, Akira tried to unhook Makoto's bra. His fingers were shaking too much to be very successful at it, however, and after many failed attempts, Makoto and Toshiro shared a brief laugh at Akira's expense before she reached behind her back to do it herself. Makoto's bra fell from her shoulders, ******** her modest but very attractive breasts to Toshiro's gaze.
Akira moved to the side and gingerly pulled Makoto's violet panties down and off of her legs. Just like that, ha had accomplished his task of undressing his girlfriend in front of the man who was going to fuck her. But Toshiro didn't seem to be in any hurry. He looked over at Akira quizzically.
"I said to get her ready too, right? Use your tongue until I tell you to stop, Akira-san." Toshiro instructed calmly.
Akira quickly got down between Makoto's legs as he heard her draw a quick breath in. Akira glanced up and how wide his girlfriend's eyes were. Makoto loved receiving oral sex, and he could tell that having her boyfriend submissively prepare her for Toshiro made her tremendously excited. She was very much "ready" in Akira's opinion, but he did as he had been told and began lapping at Makoto's pussy.
"I think Akira-san would enjoy it if you were more dominant with him, Makoto. He clearly likes following orders." Toshiro said with a laugh, sounding as if he was starting to take off his Gi.
Makoto didn't answer. She was too busy sighing in pleasure from Akira's worshipful tongue. As Toshiro began undressing, however, her eyes shifted away from her boyfriend and locked onto the other man. Akira could see her expression clearly, and as he kept licking, he saw Makoto's eyes widen appreciatively as Toshiro took off his clothing.
Akira could only guess as to how well-muscled Toshiro might be, as his view was constrained at the moment. But he could tell how impressed his girlfriend was. Makoto's attraction to her fellow Aikido practitioner couldn't be more obvious, and Akira wondered if his strategy of making his girlfriend yearn for the attention of a more alpha type of man had worked better than he originally thought.
"Wow." Makoto whispered quietly, her gaze having dropped a bit.
Toshiro laughed at Makoto's surprise. It didn't take a genius for Akira to determine what Makoto was looking at. Was Toshiro's cock that large? Probably only in relation to Akira's smaller one, but Makoto's eyes were full of anticipation. Her nipples had fully hardened as well. Akira suddenly had to deal with a lot more wetness from his girlfriend's pussy than before. If she wasn't "ready" before, she certainly was now. In fact, a minute or two more of Akira's licking would doubtlessly result in an amazing orgasm from his girlfriend.
"Alright, Akira-san. That's enough for now. Lie down on your back." Toshiro ordered casually, walking up to the two of them.
Akira stopped licking abruptly, even though Makoto looked to be a bit disappointed. But only a bit. If she had preferred her boyfriend's tongue to finish the job, she still didn't look too displeased that Toshiro's cock would do it instead. Having successfully prepared his girlfriend for Toshiro, Akira laid down on the soft mat next to Makoto and awaited whatever instructions might come next.
Now that Akira's view was no longer blocked by his girlfriend's (very sexy) legs, he could see that Toshiro was indeed well-muscled. His very toned body contrasted nicely with his long, dark ponytail. No wonder Makoto had a crush on the man. His cock was equally impressive. Though it wasn't fully hard yet, it was still easily bigger than Akira's own, which even now strained at the tight confines of what he now knew was a woman's Gi. Makoto was staring at the man's cock almost hypnotically, unable to take her eyes off it.
"Would you mind getting me ready, Makoto?" Toshiro asked with amusement on his face, putting his hands on his hips.
Makoto frowned at him, though the blush in her cheeks deepened. It was clear to Akira that Toshiro's cockiness both attracted and annoyed her. Maybe she had gotten too used to her boyfriend's submissive, easygoing ways. More importantly, though, Makoto seemed frozen in indecision. Though his girlfriend loved to receive oral sex, she was much more hesitant about giving it. Toshiro's larger size likely made her even more hesitant to do what he was requesting.
"No? If you don't want to, then maybe I'll tell Akira-san to do it." Toshiro said quietly, his smile widening.
Akira's mind went blank for a moment, unable to process the man's words as quickly as usual. His cock was again straining at the front of his Gi, however. Akira could distantly hear Makoto gasp. Akira couldn't lie to himself: even though he was disinclined to put another man's cock in his mouth, he was too turned on by the overall situation to refuse Toshiro's orders, if the man indeed ordered him to do that. Makoto looked over at Akira, her eyes wide with a combination of surprise and excitement. They both gazed at each other for a few seconds before Makoto looked away.
"Fine, I'll do it." Makoto murmured with embarrassment, turning again to face Toshiro.
Once again, Makoto was intent on protecting her boyfriend's honor. Even if that meant taking on his burden in the process. Akira watched, spellbound, as Makoto crawled forward and began sucking Toshiro's cock. Makoto used her lips well, but she didn't go very far down on his cock. Makoto's lack of technique soon became apparent. Toshiro shook his head playfully.
"You don't seem to be very good at this, Makoto. Maybe I should ask Akira-san to do it after all." Toshiro said leadingly.
Hearing this, his girlfriend began making more of an effort. She went down further on Toshiro's cock and increased her speed significantly. Makoto's head was soon bobbing up and down on his shaft, causing Toshiro to grunt appreciatively. Akira could see that Makoto was actually beginning to get into it. The proof was how his girlfriend had shyly put her hand between her legs and rubbed her neglected pussy.
Toshiro's cock looked to have hardened to its full length in Makoto's mouth. He gently took hold of her cheeks, making Makoto pause her back-and-forth motion. Toshiro then pulled his cock out slowly, evidently wanting to enjoy the feel of Makoto's mouth as long as possible before moving on to enjoy the rest of her body. As soon as Toshiro's cock was out, his girlfriend took the opportunity to catch her breath, looking up at Toshiro as she did so. His hands remained on her reddened cheeks, though.
"Good work. Now go straddle your boyfriend's head. Like you're going to ride his face." Toshiro instructed Makoto in a clear, cool tone, releasing her.
Makoto was not nearly as obedient to Toshiro's orders as Akira was. But after a few seconds of staying in place (likely for show), his girlfriend did as Toshiro said. Akira watched as Makoto walked over to him and stood with both feet on either side of Akira's head. Blushing slightly more than before, Makoto squatted down, bringing her very wet pussy only inches from Akira's lips.
Toshiro walked over to Makoto and pushed down on her back, making his girlfriend lean forward until she was forced to support herself with her hands. Makoto was on all fours on the mat above Akira, and as Toshiro kneeled down behind her, Akira understood what was happening. Toshiro was planning to fuck Makoto in a doggy-style position, with Akira's face only inches away from their place of coupling.
From Akira's bird's eye view of the situation, he could see that Makoto and Toshiro were both as ready as they would ever be. Makoto's pussy was nearly dripping and her nipples hadn't gone down at all. Toshiro's cock was hard as a rock and his balls were full and heavy. There was no sense in waiting any longer, and Toshiro clearly agreed. He positioned his cock at the entrance to Makoto's pussy and pushed it in.
Makoto let out a loud gasp and arched her back as Toshiro inserted his large cock inch by inch. Though Akira had provided his girlfriend with plenty of orgasms with his tongue, it had been months and months since he had penetrated her. Makoto's instinctive desire to be fucked had gone unfulfilled, but now she was getting what she clearly needed. In fact, Makoto might be getting more than she bargained for as she squirmed with her legs, trying to adjust to Toshiro's larger cock.
"Very nice. You feel just like a virgin. Has Akira ever penetrated you?" Toshiro asked with a laugh, pushing the last couple of inches of his cock into her.
"Of...of course he has!" Makoto answered in a bit of a huff, her affrontery on Akira's behalf being spoiled somewhat by a pleasurable moan she couldn't help but let out.
Akira blushed a bit at Toshiro's remark, his cock straining again. Though Makoto was indeed no longer a virgin, the length of time she had gone without penetrative sex combined with only having experienced Akira's modest cock made her pussy feel as tight as if she had been. A tightness that Toshiro was greatly enjoying at the moment.
"Well, I don't want that happening anymore. Your boyfriend can use his tongue all he wants, but I'm the only one who gets to fuck you." Toshiro ordered with a touch of alpha-like aggressiveness in his voice as he drew his cock back, preparing to fuck Makoto for real.
"You don't get to decide that! Oh, god..." Makoto protested, angrily at first, then in a markedly weaker tone as Toshiro thrusted his cock into her.
"Sure I do. Akira-san, you don't get to fuck her. Understand?" Toshiro ordered with a laugh, getting into a slow rhythm with his hips.
"I understand, Toshiro-san." Akira said readily, captivated by the sight in front of him.
Makoto made a frustrated noise that sounded quite similar to the one she made back when Toshiro had pinned her earlier. It might have been annoying for Akira to undermine her efforts at defending him from Toshiro, but he was too turned on to do anything else.
Toshiro drew his cock back until only a few inches were inside Makoto's pussy, then pushed it all the way inside her, burying his cock to the hilt. Makoto let out a quiet gasp every time that happened. His girlfriend was clearly experiencing sensations in her pussy from areas that Akira's cock had never been able to reach.
Makoto's breasts bounced very appealingly after each thrust from Toshiro. Her nipples looked neglected, however. Akira knew how much Makoto liked to stimulate her nipples as her pussy was licked, but her arms were busy holding her up. Looking to make it up to his girlfriend, Akira reached up to rub Makoto's hardened nipples instead. Makoto's eyes opened at the unexpected sensation, but she soon looked down and smiled at Akira below her.
The pleasure his girlfriend was experiencing had to be mind-blowing. Some girls would likely be extremely vocal at this point, but all Makoto let out were pleasurable sighs as well as the occasional moan. Makoto's mental toughness was keeping her from being overwhelmed. Also, Akira suspected that Makoto didn't want to give Toshiro the satisfaction of knowing how good his cock made her feel.
"Start licking her pussy again, Akira-san," Toshiro ordered casually, maintaining the pace of his hips.
Akira blinked but nevertheless obeyed Toshiro. He raised his head from the mat and began licking his girlfriend's dripping pussy, aware of how Toshiro's cock was only centimeters away from his tongue. Makoto's sighs ratcheded higher from the additional stimulation of his tongue, and from the way Makoto was arching her back again, Akira knew his girlfriend was about to cum. The no-doubt incredible feeling emanating from her pussy couldn't be denied any longer.
Makoto came loudly, her charmingly sexual moans filling the training room. After trying to keep a lid on her voice for so long, his girlfriend's pleasure was that much more audible now that she couldn't stop it. Toshiro slowed the pace of his fucking somewhat, likely because (Akira knew this very well himself) it was difficult not to cum when Makoto's tight pussy was spasming around his cock. But where Akira could not possibly have avoided cumming if it were him, Toshiro managed to do so without much difficulty.
Only Makoto's physical endurance kept her from sinking to the floor during her climax. Akira, his tongue still on Makoto's pussy as he had been ordered, was prepared to hold her up, but Makoto didn't need him to. Maybe she didn't want to show that kind of weakness to Toshiro. If so, Toshiro seemed to want to push her to the edge. He began fucking her in earnest again, barely giving Makoto any rest. His girlfriend's arms shook slightly, but she seemed determined not to fall.
"It seems like you have a very talented tongue, Akira-san. I'd like to feel it myself. Lick the underside of my cock, if you would." Toshiro ordered in the same casual tone as before.
"Wait!" Makoto exclaimed in surprise.
"Ooo. She tightened up nicely there." Toshiro said with an amused laugh, continuing to fuck Makoto.
Akira hadn't followed Toshiro's order. Though his tongue was only centimeters away from the man's cock, actually moving it there felt like a hard thing to do. Makoto dropped her head to look at Akira beneath her. His girlfriend's cheeks were deeply red and she was breathing rapidly. More rapidly than before. Was she excited by what Toshiro had said?
"You...you don't have to do that if you don't want to." Makoto said weakly, her eyes wide.
"That goes without saying. But I'm pretty sure your girlfriend wants you to, Akira-san. Her pussy tightened up considerably the second I told you to lick my cock. Ah, there it goes again." Toshiro explained with another laugh.
Akira and Makoto shared a long look, even though they were looking upside down at each other. Akira understood that however reticent Makoto was about her boyfriend doing this, she was nevertheless tremendously excited by it. With that knowledge in mind, Akira began licking the underside of Toshiro's cock, causing the man to grunt appreciatively.
"Keep doing that until I tell you to stop, Akira-san." Toshiro said coolly, picking up the pace of his thrusts.
In a way, this was an easier task than before. Akira didn't have to keep his tongue on Makoto's constantly moving pussy. He simply had to extend his tongue and the motion of Toshiro's cock did the rest. But it wasn't nearly as enjoyable. At least, until he looked up and saw how intently Makoto was watching him pleasure Toshiro, her mouth open in a miniature "o". Akira, for his part, felt his cock straining once again at the front of his tight pants.
"She definitely likes watching you do that, Akira-san. Next time, I'll have you both of you get me ready at the same time." Toshiro stated calmly, in contrast to how Akira and Makoto were taking it.
Makoto began letting out the very particular sighs that Akira knew presaged a climax. Even though he wasn't licking her pussy anymore, Makoto seemed to be deriving even more pleasure from the knowledge of how her boyfriend was submissively licking the cock of the man who was fucking her.
Toshiro picked up his pace considerably. From Akira's viewpoint beneath them, he has seen how Toshiro's balls (which had been heavy and low) were rising as time went on. It appeared that he was finally ready to cum. His faster pace made Makoto's climax arrive all the more quickly, and in no time at all, his girlfriend was arching her back and letting out the same alluring moans of pleasure as before. Toshiro drove every inch of his cock into Makoto's pussy, and began grunting.
Akira, continuing to keep his tongue on Toshiro's cock, felt it pulse again and again. Each pulse represented a load of cum that Toshiro was shooting deep into his girlfriend's pussy. That realization was enough to get Akira to cum himself, even though nothing was touching his cock. The thought alone was hot enough.
Makoto's second climax in less than twenty minutes was too taxing for her. His girlfriend sank down, her arms no longer able to support her. Akira reached out to try to hold her up, but it was that Toshiro that did it. He grabbed her hips, easily keeping Makoto from falling on top of Akira. With that issue solved, all three of them were able to enjoy the rest of their individual orgasms. Toshiro was the first to fully recover.
"I'm going to pull out, Akira-san. Lick your girlfriend's pussy clean, will you?" Toshiro instructed tiredly, drawing his cock out of Makoto.
"Stop ordering him around so much, Toshiro-san." Makoto mumbled in an equally tired tone,
"I see. That's your job, is it?" Toshiro teased, pulling his cock out completely.
Akira nevertheless did as Toshiro told him. He plugged Makoto's pussy with his tongue, feeling the man's cum collecting against it. Makoto looked down at Akira beneath her, an amused look on her face. It seemed that her objection was to Toshiro's presumptuousness, not the act itself. Makoto looked fascinated as Akira swallowed, again and again, the still-warm cum flowing out of her pussy.
Toshiro got up, and from the sound of things, was getting dressed. Any opportunity to see how exactly a man's Gi was tied was denied to Akira, who struggled to keep up with the amount of cum Toshiro had pumped into his girlfriend's pussy. Even so, Akira didn't mind. Licking Makoto's well-satisfied pussy clean was a surprisingly intimate act, and from the smile on her face, his girlfriend appreciated it.
"I'll expect to see you here on Tuesday at six, Akira-san." Toshiro said simply, having finished putting his Gi back on.
From the corner of his eye, he could see Toshiro walk past them and stop. Makoto looked up at him, and Akira saw them share a long, lingering kiss. Though Makoto was still a little antagonistic toward him, her attraction to Toshiro remained. And it was probably keener than before.
Toshiro left the training room. Makoto watched him go, but as soon as he left the room, she returned her attention to Akira. Makoto pushed herself up so that she was straddling his head, but she didn't stand up. His tongue had cleaned Makoto's pussy quite effectively by now, but both of them were enjoying the closeness of his intimate act too much to want to stop quite yet.
"If you're wondering what he was talking about, the women's introductory courses I assist in are on Tuesdays and Thursdays." Makoto explained ruefully, continuing to watch her boyfriend's worshipful efforts.
Akira didn't answer. Now that Toshiro was gone and the man's physical dominance was no longer a factor, he didn't feel the need to obey him. But as he turned over Makoto's words in his head, he realized that his girlfriend hadn't actually discouraged him from attending.
"You don't have to go. But you can if you want to." Makoto said, a touch hopefully.
Akira nodded as much as he was able to. Though practicing alongside women would doubtlessly be embarrassing, it represented a chance to work together with Makoto, after all. And from the hopeful expression on Makoto's face, it was something his girlfriend wanted. Seeing his nod, Makoto smiled warmly.
"We'll have to get you your own Gi. But since you look so cute in mine, let's buy you another woman's one. Maybe pink would suit you." Makoto said teasingly.
Akira's cock managed to harden again at his girlfriend's teasing. Makoto giggled and continued to look at Akira fondly. Akira couldn't help but be glad things had worked out so well. Makoto's satisfaction was his first priority, of course. And Akira thought she should be happy. Aside from everything else, Makato had managed to introduce her boyfriend to Aikido, as she had wanted all along.
