Childhood Friend's Exclusive Living Onahole: Chapter 49
Shuga and the Princess finally pull their mouths away from Kaldir's nipples. After freely using every hole scattered across her body, the two briefly squabble over her pussy, settle the order with rock-paper-scissors, and agree to take turns with it. Of course, they reach this agreement without once asking Kaldir's opinion.
"I never thought I'd end up hole sisters with you—of all people, not even Aurora... But anyway, I won rock-paper-scissors, so I go first?"
That's true enough. The Aurora who the Princess had once acknowledged as a hole sister candidate had vanished without a trace, impossible to find. Caught in the double trap of the uterus tattoo and seduction pheromones, she'd ended up as sworn sisters-in-arms and hole sisters instead. And now, here they were, deciding the order of sex with a single game of rock-paper-scissors.
"H-Hole sisters... No helping it... Next time, I'll definitely win."
Having claimed victory in the fateful first round, the Princess mounts Kaldir's body. The loser, Shuga, puffs out her cheeks in clear dissatisfaction, but compared to their old days of bloody brawls, simply acknowledging defeat marks tremendous progress.
Ziiing... Ahh, I wanted to go first... I wanted to fuck Kaldir so hard...! Even if I said I didn't accept the results, the Absolute Yin Seals constantly humming in their lower bellies, heating their wombs, made resetting the match and restarting the bloodbath impossible.
"Ahhaak, is my owner going to ravage me first...?"
"Yeah, I won rock-paper-scissors. Now spread your legs... Let's scissor like crazy..."
Kaldir naturally spreads her legs wide for the victorious Princess, who mirrors her by parting her own thighs and pressing their pussies flush together before starting to grind. Even without pressing their full bodies together—just pussy to pussy—the sensation is intensely good.
By leaning her waist in a bit more, resting her hands on Kaldir's breasts for support, she can slam their entire groins together. This makes the hard clash of their pelvises echo even louder.
Leaning further brings their navels face-to-face, their breasts squishing against each other, squeezing the air from their lungs. With their tits mashed tight, Kaldir's breast milk makes everything sticky and slick.
But stickiness is nothing—just wash it off later. In this position, all it takes is craning the neck a little to smooch lips. No real aversion there. Mmm, how about light, rapid lip bumps instead of a thick, lingering deep kiss this time! Chu♥ Chu♥ Chu♥
"I-I can't just stand here watching... How am I supposed to stay still while you two fuck right in front of me...?"
"Ahng, ahng... Shuga, that's my asshole... It's embarrassing... Don't look...!"
Unable to bear the sight any longer, Shuga crawls between their legs and teases the joined pussies with gentle licks. She slyly dips her tongue shallowly in and out of pussy or asshole, heightening their fun.
"M-Me... my asshole's more sensitive than my pussy... Ahng...!"
Pfuuut... Pfuu-pfuuut...! Shuga pulls her face away, drenched in Kaldir's squirting juices, and seamlessly takes the baton from the gracious Princess, mounting Kaldir's body in the exact same position to grind wildly.
"Mmm, this lewd asshole scent... It's dizzying... Maki, do you even secrete pheromones from your asshole wrinkles?"
"Ahk, y-yes... Yes I doo... I spread slutty flesh smells from every hole... even my hair follicles... just to seduce you two...♥"
"That doesn't sound like a lie. Even your hair smells fresh like shampoo... Look at this fantastic texture... What's your secret?"
Unlike Shuga, who'd only used her tongue to tease while the Princess fucked Kaldir freely, she shoves her perky nose right between the parted slit, savoring the fragrant juices. She even climbs up to Kaldir's head for a moment, sniffing her scalp curiously.
Back down to the pussy... Kruuung, this piss smell... Wait, piss...? Uu, why does even that smell sweet? Has my nose gone completely haywire...? Tastes pretty sweet too...
Whether it was true that she could stay clean without ever washing, Kaldir's pussy and asshole were impeccably fresh—no foul odors, just sweet scents. But with Shuga's own pussy—mixed with juices and piss—grinding over them, the aroma grew mysteriously intoxicating.
Of course, the Princess wasn't in her right mind, so even the piss on Shuga's pussy smelled lovable. Once the uterus tattoo's effects wore off someday, she'd surely cringe at this as eternal black history.
"Ka-Kaldir... The one grinding your pussy so devotedly right now is me... Don't look down at that Princess bitch sniffing your pussy—focus on me..."
"Got it. Sorry, Shuga... I should be focusing on you right nowww..."
"If you're really sorry, open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
At Shuga's command-disguised-as-request, Kaldir gapes her mouth wide and tangles tongues sloppily with her. She devours it with the ferocity of chewing and digesting it whole, then gathers saliva in her mouth to feed it back—savoring the moment.
"Aaht, w-wait... I-I'm cumming again... Hnng...!"
Kaldir doesn't last long. Three minutes is actually impressive for her. Turn passes back to the Princess—two minutes—then Shuga again. One minute, four minutes, two-thirty, one-ten, three-forty...
"Fuck, cumming that fast—what am I supposed to do...? I haven't even cum yet..."
"If you're done, get off already, sugar bitch. Maki doesn't take long to cum anyway, so your turn comes right back quick...?"
"Makes sense... But my turns coming quick means you gotta hand yours over quick too. Anyway, if you're next, hurry up and move."
The pussy's owner changes again. Others might kill time possessively sucking nipples or lips, hoping to cool their overheated lust a bit.
Kaldir's climaxes vary each time, but after enough rounds, the totals even out—the two have enjoyed her roughly equally. She can't be the Princess's exclusive sex maid or Shuga's dedicated living onahole, but as their shared public good—or 'communal' living onahole—she fits perfectly.
The Princess and Shuga have no choice but to accept it. Monopolizing premium pussy like this is absurd. The moment one gets greedy, they'll end up like now—branded by Absolute Yin Seals, fighting bloody wars till exhaustion. Better to each step back a pace.
"I've never thought of our Maki as communal property to share... But for something that talks but is just an object, it suits her perfectly. Fine, I'll join hands with you."
"Haa, good idea. For a maso pervert who loves gangbangs, us taking turns without asking her is perfect."
After two hours of sex, the sweat-soaked pair flops down beside Kaldir—the twin bed barely fits three, forcing legs to tangle and naked bodies to press close. They exchange silent glances, sealing the final deal to share her holes from now on. Kaldir's input? Skipped, naturally.
Thus, instead of the Princess's dedicated sex maid, Kaldir becomes her secret fuckbuddy; instead of Shuga's exclusive living onahole, she launches as a 'shared onahole service beta tester.' Unlike shared bikes or scooters, the difference is a real person's pussy turned public good. Their blood feud finally ends.
"You two... does that mean you're fully reconciled now?"
"Huh? Ah... Yeah, pretty much. Right, sugar?"
"Princess is right... We're done fighting over your pussy. This is all thanks to you."
All Kaldir did was spread her legs obscenely and moan—but hearing it's thanks to her, her lower mouth weeps tears of joy.
To prove their reconciliation after long strife, they call each other with milder nicknames than before. 'Sugar bitch' becomes 'sugar,' 'Princess bitch' becomes 'Princess.' Even the subtle nuance softens noticeably.
"You two, hng... reconciled... I'm so happy... Then... for reconciliation... how about mixing our pussies together...?"
"Mixing pussies? That's what we've been doing. But can three even do that? Has your brain migrated to your pussy, Maki?"
"Uu, no, owner... I have a good idea."
To celebrate, Kaldir suggests something clever. One mounts another, pussies slotted together; the third spreads wide, shoving one leg under the bottom girl, draping the other over the top—somehow forming a three-way scissor setup.
It sounds impossible in words, but nothing's impossible for them. No one left out—they all burn together at last.