WetNoodle

Moving an arm around one of Emi's legs and holding her hip, Dorian delved his tongue deep into Emi's fruit, tasting her from the inside. Drinking up her warm fluid like nectar, he occasionally took time to clean up around the edges, remembering to give her little clit the special attention it deserved before returning to feast within her. Within his periphery, he had noticed Chiyako crawl up to give Emi's top side some affection, while leaving herself vulnerable. Not wanting to take his attention away from Emi, Dorian put his spare hand to use. Ironically, the same she had trapped earlier so it was fitting.. they had unfinished business!

Being overcome by lustful nymphs and assailed with soft lips and wet tongues, Dorian realized the former pleasant taste of pancakes replaced by something a bit salty he couldn't quite-oooooohhh... Once they freed him enough for some air and retreated momentarily, Emi displayed herself for him, beckoning for his tongue. Rolling over, Dorian crawled towards her open legs. Leaning forward he made a few kisses along her inner thigh as he worked his way towards precious pudenda between. Teasing her a bit with a few light laps over her bottom lips and a kiss. He then proceeded with a deeper lap, feeling them part slightly around his tongue, making his way upwards to the sensitive bean, curling his tongue around it with an oral massage.

Breathing heavily, having expended a copious amount of fluid, Dorian rejuvenated while observing the girls gleefully clean up his orgasmic calamity. While that would make a tremendous band name, Emi and Chiyako enjoyed it in it's current context; licking every drop off of themselves and he, reminiscent of a pair of kittens self-cleaning. Fortunately, their tongues were wet and smooth, and hands soft and gentle as opposed to sandpaper and claws.. shudder.. "Of course." Dorian answered as the two clung onto him, eager for reciprocation.

Was this a training session? Dorian thought as he observed Emi appearing to teach Chiyako how to felate him. Listening to her instructions, it appeared Emi knew what she was doing as she prepared to put him into her mouth. Yeah.. yep... AAAhhhmygodyes... she definitely knew what she was doing. He groaned, feeling her lips wrap around the tip as she slowly engulfed his penis and felt her soft, moist tongue caress him. It was amazing how she managed to look so cute even during such an... uncouth act. He squirmed a bit and clenched the sheets tightly, trying to keep himself from bursting as she fervently sucked and bobbed on his cock. Dorian emitted a large exhale.. receiving a moment of respite when Emi released him from her mouth, edging him. She had come quite close to getting him there, probably getting a taste of some precum.. but nonetheless, she licked her lips as she instructed Chiyako to do the same as she did. And again, his toes curled with Chiyako going down on him now. Only this time it was.. tighter.. the small hint of teeth, not painful, only added to the sensation. He writhed, feeling the sensation surge through him. The girls must have noticed as well, Chiyako freeing him from her mouth and both of them proceeding to make out with his tip as they proficiently jacked him off. His body tensing up as he white-knuckled the sheets, Dorian flung his head back with a wail as he erupted immensely between the two girls.

Whilst Dorian lay back and enjoyed the girls playing with his dick, his mind did what it usually tended to do.. wander. Seeing them so fascinated with it, as if it were some sort of monolith beheld by distant travelers.. he almost expected to hear "Also Sprach Zarathustra" to begin playing. Woo.. he thought, focusing back in on the situation at hand, shaking the imagery and obscure references from his mind as their soft lips pressed against his lower head as their hands worked his shaft. Dorian tried hard not to squirt just yet, wanting to enjoy the two girls making out with it for a little longer. It did help that the only thing they seemed to be more concerned with than his dick were each other, as they sporadically quit kissing him to enjoy a kiss amongst themselves, which gave him a moment of respite. Though it made him wonder how shocked they would be if... or when.. he released, erupting his warm fluid all over them.. would they freak out.. jump for joy.. high five? Do they even know that happens? Surely they had to...

Dorian's heartbeat sped up a bit as the two girls led him back into Chiyako's bedroom, eager to see what kind of shenanigans they could into back there. If they take my kidney, I'm going to be very disappointed.. he thought, ever the optimist... The two slid up onto the bed as Emi demanded he strip. He obliged, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it aside, and sliding his pants down.. which was a pretty easy task, considering that they had already been undone. With his pants and boxer shorts dropped, he stepped out of them, crawling slowly onto the bed towards the girls. "So.. who's first?"

Dorian was pleasantly surprised as Emi's tongue made it's way into his mouth, greeting it with his own, sliding it along hers.. so many intertwining tastes and flavors of pancakes coming together in this moment. The arm around Emi moving up her side to her chest, then down towards her hip. His other hand, still caught between Chiyako's legs gave her a light squeeze. Meanwhile, so many hands were fondling his manhood he had a difficult time keeping track of who's hands were doing what. Also painting some strange image in his head of some layer of hell where arms of lost souls seeking human contact emerge from walls of flesh to capture lost wanderers. You can't just let yourself enjoy anything, can you? he thought, chasing away his peculiar imagination. In any case, his attention was diverted as Emi pulled her lips away and suggested to relocate. "Lead the way." he concurred.

Dorian was becoming amused with Chiyako's fascination over his penis, like she was playing with a new toy. Which, as far as he knew, she could have been. He took a deep breath when she grabbed a hold of it. Her small, soft hands felt good on him as she stroked his shaft and gripped onto the tip. It kind of brought into perspective how diminutive she was in comparison as she handle him with both of her hands. He pondered how far this encounter may go, and if it did eventually lead to penetration, would she be able to take it? As he pondered these questions, a wild Emi appeared, holding onto his other arm. "Of course." He replied, moving his arm around her body and pulling her close to him, and moved in to kiss the newcomer.

Dorian savored the kiss they shared, her lips soft and tender, with a slight taste of the chocolate chip pancakes lingering. He wondered if she could taste the caramel banana on his. It would almost be a shame if she didn't... they were delicious! Once his hand met her crotch, he was pleasantly surprised to feel how smooth she was before she clenched his hand between her legs, ceasing their kiss, yet he still caressed her gently with his his fingers. Meanwhile, she became engrossed in freeing his member from his trousers. Relieved he had trimmed recently, Dorian noticed she seemed quite fascinated with it. Had she never seen one before? He wouldn't say he was massive by any means, but the general consensus being he was above average, or "just right," whatever that means.. as well as circumcised with a prominent tip. He never got caught up in the obsession some guys have over penis size, but was happy with what he had and was nearly fully hard at this point. While Chiyako was... examining him.. he did look up and noticed that Emi was no longer in the kitchen. He began to wonder if this was cause for concern or not. Where did she go, anyway?

"Egh!" Dorian emitted an odd noise and cringed as he felt Chiyako's lips on his neck. It was not out of disapproval, rather a reflex brought on from his slight ticklishness as he was not expecting it. He quickly tried to repress it as to not interrupt the actions that were happening, but also he felt that having these girls know he was ticklish could be used against him at some point in the future. Any ticklishness he may have been feeling quickly subsided however, feeling her hand work it's way into his pants, his piece growing in anticipation. Dorian turned his head, allowing his lips to meet hers as he moved his hand up to meet what lay between her open legs. Peeking out of the corner of his eye, he looked to see Emi working frantically to finish the dishes.

Feeling himself begin to swell slightly as he felt Chiyako's hand move over his lap, he returned her affection by leaning his head against hers. The re-nuzzling! This of course also gave him a clear view of her chest as he worked up the robes on her leg with his fingertips until he felt skin. Maneuvering beneath them, he slowly began to slide his hand up her inner thigh. These interactions of course making Dorian completely oblivious to what Emi was saying, "Um... yeah.. right!" he improvised.

Dorian looked across at Emi with a smirk, feeling the mysterious rubbing along his ankle as she explained their situation to him. They seemed to have quite an open, free relationship. He had to admire it, liberating as it had to be. As she asked her questions and got up to clean the table, he pondered for a moment. Not that there was much to ponder about. Let nothing be lost upon you. Be always searching for new sensations, and all that. "Yeah.. I'm not seeing anybody at the moment.." he began to explain as Chiyako appeared to nuzzle up to him. "I'm always open to.. trying new things." as he stated, moving his hand under the table over to Chiyako's leg.

Dorian smiled at Chiyako as she made her way over and sat next to him. As she scooted closer, he noticed her top was loose, catching a peek but trying not to stare all the same. These girls sure were friendly and uninhibited. Not that it bothered him at all, he just wasn't used to it. After a short while, Emi came over and served the pancakes. "Thank you." he nodded before digging in, trying to not make it too obvious how hungry he was. He wasn't poorly off or starved, he just often had a habit of getting easily distracted and forgetting to eat sometimes. They were every bit as delicious as he had imagined, smooth jazz for his mouth... so to speak. "My compliments to the chef." he said to Emi, appreciative of her marvelous pancake cooking abilities. Amidst the eating, he attempted to break the silence with some casual conversation, "So how long have you two been... friends?"

"Caramel bananas..." Dorian's eyes widened as his brain painted the image and his stomach agreed, "Yeah.. do that, please." he requested, watching Emi get busy cooking. Perhaps he should have offered to help, but as he saw how meticulously she collected all of her ingredients and utensils he figured he probably would have just gotten in her way. Dorian's mind, as it is often prone to, began to meander. Slow, funky jazz began to play in his mind with a smooth saxophone wail over top amidst visions of caramel banana pancakes as Emi began to move in slow motion and then--- He snapped out of his haze as he saw a figure move past him. It caught him off guard for a moment, but then he realized this must be her roommate. As she walked over to Emi and they kissed, Dorian raised his eyebrows. Interesting. As Emi introduced them, Dorian smiled and waved back to her, "Good morning."

Dorian followed Emi out of his apartment and into the hallway, which didn't seem as imposing this morning as it had the previous night. His eyes couldn't help but wander and check her out as she walked ahead of him. It wasn't too far away to their place as he followed her in. Their place seemed relatively simple and efficient and no sign of a nude roommate so far. Emi had promptly entered the kitchen and began preparing. Dorian stood awkwardly for a moment before taking a seat at the dining room table. He thought for a moment when she asked him a question, "Hm.. do you have any.. bananas?" he chuckled, at hearing how strange that sounded out loud.. but banana pancakes are delicious!

"Sorry for the wait.." Dorian apologized as he looked through some of the various boxes he had scattered around. "Guess I haven't unpacked all my clothes yet." After finally finding the box where he stashed all his shirts, he pondered for a moment which to wear, though it was mainly an exercise in futility considering a majority of them were black t-shirts with a band logo. Figuring it didn't really matter, he just grabbed a random one and threw it on. Taking a moment to evaluate everything, he turned back to Emi whom had been watching him from the couch. "Er... we done in here, then?"

Dorian wasn't used to taking fast showers, typically predisposed to enjoying the amenity of the hot water and the solitude, but he didn't want to keep Emi waiting long. Nonetheless, he made certain to clean the.. essential areas... just in case. Though the thought had crossed his mind that if he stayed in here long enough, maybe she would join him. Then again, he was looking forward to meeting her roommate as well.. not just for the possibility of seeing her birthday suit.. But had he heard Emi correctly earlier when she mentioned that she couldn't talk? Or was it just that she didn't talk? Either way, no wonder Emi seemed so sprightly if she had to talk for two, in a sense. Dorian finished, stepping out of the shower. He smirked to himself, feeling that he had eyes on him, but he didn't make it known that he was aware.. taking some time to dry himself off. Once dry, he slid on a pair of clean boxer shorts and pants. Looking around for a fresh shirt, but to no avail.. he figured they were in a box out in the living room. If she had been watching him dry off this whole time, he didn't think she'd be too shocked to see him come out of the bathroom shirtless. With that, he turned to make his exit.

"Thanks, but if you want me to be quick, we'd probably not." He half joked.. not completely sure if her comment was a joke or not. He closed the door behind her as she entered, looking about curiously. He thought for a moment, making sure he didn't have anything particularly incriminating laying about, but the only things he could think of were locked away in his desk. "Nothing very interesting in here, I'm afraid.. just moved in yesterday and all.." He gestured. Most of his furniture and necessities were all set up, yet were still some boxes filled with various items. Music still softly played through the stereo system and the painting which he hadn't really seen himself through normal perception... a barrage of colours arranged in eloquent patterns. He chuckled, gesturing to it, "I guess I got a little carried away. I'm no professional, but I like to experiment from time to time with different paints.. oil based.. watercolour.. even body paint..." He figured that last one may peak her interest. "But.. I shouldn't keep you waiting.. make yourself at home, I'll be right back." Dorian excused himself to the bathroom for a quick shower, purposely leaving the door partly open.. wondering exactly how curious this girl was.

Dorian was never a fan of these situations, mainly due to his indecisiveness. He didn't want to keep the lady waiting, so he decided to just go for it. What did he have to lose? Free food and possibly a show? Worse things could happen. "Well.. since you were nice enough to offer, some breakfast does sounds good if you don't mind.. hopefully your roommate won't get too mad." he laughed. Looking over the situation and himself, he realized he should probably get out of these paint-spattered clothes he had slept in and freshen up a little bit before he went anywhere. He turned back to Emi who had been waiting patiently, "Is it alright if I change and clean up a bit before we go? I should put these cookies away, too." he rubbed the back of his neck, "You can come on in while you wait." he said as he held the door open, "It shouldn't take long."

Dorian blinked for a moment, processing what she had just said. She was very forthright, which wasn't a bad thing, but something he'd probably get used to. But now that she had mentioned it, he was quite hungry. He had spent all day yesterday moving in and most of the night.. well.. indulging. He hadn't had the time to stock up on any groceries. He had become enthusiastic enough at the idea of cookies. "As... tantalizing as that sounds, wouldn't your roommate get upset if a stranger saw her.. like that?" he asked. He didn't want to refuse the opportunity to hang out with her, either. He had a feeling she could be an interesting person to spend time with and didn't want to spend all his time by himself in his apartment. "I'd offer you something, but I haven't done any shopping yet, so I don't have much.."