Yumi's Diary

Disclaimer: Suikoden is owned by Konami, not me. I'm just writing these for fun. = )

Warnings: This chapter contains an M/M/F threesome. Yes, that's an M in the middle, which means it contains guy/guy as well as guy/girl. If that's not your thing feel free to skip this one.

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Chapter 3: Billy and Mike

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This, I saw instantly, was a very good idea. Getting Mike and Billy in the same room was as simple as suggesting an evening card game, though I neglected to fill in the details of my plan until the three of us were seated around the round wooden table in Mike's room.

"Strip Goppu?" Mike said, brow raised skeptically. "How exactly does that work?"

"Well, I'm in," Billy chuckled, leaning back in his chair and giving me a very blatant once-over.

"The rules aren't quite the same as Goppu, obviously, since there are three players," I explained, sitting straight-backed and confident as I separated the deck by suit. "We each play a card blindly from our hand. Whoever lays the lowest card loses an item of clothing."

"There really aren't any losers in this game," Billy observed, laughing again.

"So it's a game of luck, rather than skill." Mike squared his shoulders and stared at me, the light of challenge in his eyes. "I'm in."

We shuffled each other's decks and each flipped a card. Billy's hat went first, tossed carelessly aside. Then my left boot. Billy's belt. Mike's vest.

Mike and I played in near-silence, Billy's whoops of laughter and groans of defeat enough vocalization for all of us. But both of them tensed when I dropped my ace and had to pull my dress over my head. I still had on panties and a wrap covering my breasts, but I was still worst off -- until, that is, Billy had a string of bad luck that cost him his socks, pants, and then, yes, underpants.

"Ah well," he said cheerfully, getting to his feet. "Guess I lose." And with that, he let them fall to the floor without a hint of shame.

He was big, and half-hard already; I caught myself staring at the flushed head of his cock wondering how it would taste. Catching myself, I glanced over at Mike only to see that he was staring just as hungrily. Interesting. That was something I hadn't expected.

I cleared my throat and Mike jumped a little, face red. "Shall we play to win, Mike?" I asked.

"Of course," he said, calmer now, and flipped a card. 9. I flipped a 7.

"Oh dear," I said, and reached behind my back to undo the cloth binding my breasts. Billy was positively leering (he'd sat back down, sadly, so any reaction from that huge dick of his was hidden under the table) and Mike was staring just as intently at my chest as he'd been at Billy's penis.

"Hell with this," Billy finally said. "Why don't we skip right to the good stuff? Does it really matter who wins?"
A certain part of me was certainly agreeing with him. I knew by the warmth between my legs that my panties were getting wet already. Still...

"Mike still has his pants on," I pointed out.

"Fine, Yumi," Mike said, standing abruptly. He was rock-hard already judging from the bulge in his trousers. "I forfeit." And he dropped his pants and underwear, stepping out of them both together, leaving him standing in nothing but his glasses. He was smaller than Billy (then again, who wasn't?), but his erection curved upward almost gracefully.

"My my, boys," I grinned, glancing from one to the other. "Seems I've won quite a prize. Bed, then?"
We all seemed to fall onto the mattress at once, side by side. The tongue sliding into my mouth was Mike's; his cock burned against my thigh, meaning the one nudging my lower back was Billy's. And those hands cupping my breasts, squeezing my nipples -- whose were those?

I broke the kiss, managing to gasp "Wait!" They froze, and I scooted up, out from between them. Mike stayed curled on his side but Billy rolled onto his back, sprawling across the mattress and looking toward me expectantly. His cock arced toward his stomach, a little liquid already gathering at the tip.

"Oh, now this is what I had in mind," I said, bending down to gather the heavy saltiness on my tongue. Billy's stomach muscled clenched beneath my palm. I heard a raw moan and wasn't sure which of the men it had belonged to. "C'mon, Mike," I said, moving over. "I don't mind sharing the prize."

Mike kept looking from Billy's face to his cock, somewhat anxiously. I think he was trying to decide what he could get away with, but Billy just lifted his hips imploringly, as though he didn't care who sucked him off as long as someone did. We knelt on either side of him, and as I leaned in to wrap my lips around the head Mike did the same, so we were kissing around his cock, tongues rubbing against each other and against the smooth, sensitive skin there.

Billy was breathing hard. I couldn't see his face from my angle but out of the corner of my eye could just make out that he was staring at us wide-eyed. I wondered how he felt about having a man's mouth on him. The thought sent a jolt straight to my groin, and I was very aware that my panties were still on. Still kissing and licking Billy's cock, I started wondering just how we were going to do this. I needed at least one of them inside me, soon.

Billy gave a long, shuddering groan, and for a moment I was afraid he was going to come already. "Let me fuck you," he growled.

I said up, licking my lips, and smiled at him. "Which of us are you talking to?" I teased. Mike took the opportunity to swallow most of Billy's erection, which was pretty impressive given its size. He'd obviously had practice.

"Ahhh, I don't care!" Billy groaned. "I just gotta..."

He lost coherency at this point, as Mike had just given his balls a squeeze. He let Billy's cock slide from his mouth, and grinned. "That's just what I wanted to hear. Yumi, if you would be so kind as to open the top drawer of the nightstand, you'll find a small jar of oil..."

I obeyed quickly, taking the opportunity to lose my panties on the way. I don't even think either of them noticed at that point. Billy got up on his knees; Mike's hand was stroking Billy's cock, but he turned to look at me as I approached. "Good," he murmured. "You really wanna fuck me, Billy?"

"Shit, yeah," Billy said, though he was looking at me as he said it.

Mike reached for the jar in my hand but I held it away from him. "Let me," I said with a smile. His eyes widened a bit and he got down on all fours in front of Billy.

Oh, this was something new. I nudged Billy aside, opening the jar and getting some of the oil onto my fingers. "You're a lucky man, Billy," I said cheerfully. "Ever done this before?"

"Once or twice," he murmured, his eyes on my slick index finger as I trailed it down Mike's spine and into the cleft of his buttocks. He gave a delicious shiver as I pressed lightly against his puckered opening. He gave a little hiss and I gasped in surprise as it slid in easily.

"How's that feel?" I murmured, wriggling it around a little. It was amazing how tight he felt, and yet how he seemed to want to just swallow me, take me in.

"More," he grunted in response. With a little more difficulty I worked a second finger in -- and then gave a little shriek of surprise. Billy had slid his hand between my legs from behind, his thick middle finger sliding right between the slick lips. I rocked back against him even as I pressed my fingers deeper into Mike. Was this at all what it felt like for him? I couldn't help wondering. Billy pushed another finger into me, twisting them, and I gasped.

"Oh, god," Mike groaned. "Yumi... come down here so Billy can fuck me."

"Yeah," I breathed, sliding my fingers out of Mike's hole. I still had to get Billy slicked up, though. He pulled his hand away from me (I felt so empty!) and rocked back on his heels as I worked more oil onto his cock. Then I slid back so I was sitting near Mike's head. His sweaty hair hung in his face and his glasses had slid down his nose.

Billy grabbed Mike's hip in one hand and guided his cock toward Mike's stretched opening with the other. I watched, fascinated; Billy's erection was a lot wider than my fingers had been, and I couldn't help but be a little worried. Mike's fingers curled into the sheets as the head pressed in, but he didn't cry out, just gave a long, drawn-out moan. Billy seemed to be focusing everything on entering Mike as slowly as possible, his eyes turned down to the point where their bodies joined. Finally he was in to his hips and the two of them just stayed still like that, both panting.

Billy pulled out a little, then back in; Mike tossed his head and gave a yell, but it seemed to be a sound of pleasure rather than pain.

"Wait," Mike gasped. "Yumi. You want me inside you?"

"Yes!" The eagerness in my voice would have been embarrassing if I hadn't wanted it so badly. I wasn't sure how well the mechanics would work out, but was more than willing to give it a try.

Billy was trying to hold still, but occasionally couldn't seem to help himself from giving a little shallow thrust. I crawled under them both, pulling Mike's head down for a brief kiss. I could feel his leaking cock on my thigh. It might not be so difficult, then, to take it in my hand, tilt my hips up, and guide him into me...

We both let out long moans as he slid easily inside. Billy, unable to wait any longer, pushed deeper into Mike, and I let out something like a scream as Mike's cock plunged deep into my pussy.

For a few moments we all pushed against one another, awkwardly and uncertainly, though it still felt wonderful. Then we somehow managed to establish a tentative rhythm, rolling together, and I was amazed at how connected I felt to both of them -- it was as though Billy was fucking me through Mike, like I was being fucked by both of them at once. There was no sound but the wet slapping of skin on skin and our breath coming in faster and faster pants. My fingers dug into Mike's back as I rolled my hips to meet them -- I was climbing toward the brink, faster and faster, and had just enough lucid thought remaining to wonder which of us would come first.

Billy won that one, pulling out of Mike suddenly, letting out what could only be described as a growl, and shooting all over Mike's ass and back. For his part, Mike took the opportunity to grab my legs, pulling them back so that he could push even deeper inside me. I suddenly found myself clenching around him, shouting incoherently as my own orgasm crashed over me. Mike leaned down and kissed me, hard, then pulled out, shooting over my stomach.

We lay panting there for a moment, until Billy dropped a wet cloth onto Mike's back, washing away his own spunk with a satisfied smile. He dropped the cloth beside the wash basin and grabbed a new one, which Mike caught and used on me. I ran my hand through his messy, sweaty hair as he did, feeling boneless and relaxed.
"That was amazing," Billy said. "I think I need a smoke. Anyone else?"

Mike tossed the cloth aside and lay back against the pillows. "If you don't mind, thanks."

"I'll pass," I murmured, curling up beside Mike. I didn't care for the smell of the smoke, but I was feeling so good at the moment I wasn't about to complain. Billy sprawled beside me and we just lay there for a while watching the smoke drift toward the ceiling.

"Any chance we could do that again sometime?" Billy asked.

"I don't know," I said, mentally running through the residents of Budehuc. Roland. Hallec. Duke. Watari -- he'd be a challenge. I grinned, resting my head on Billy's broad chest. "It was great, but I'm awfully busy."