/erp/ - Erotic Roleplay

The fat bastard with the near-bald head made himself as small as he could when the kids began to pile through the hallways, taking care of a few bath and locker rooms which tended to be last on his to-do list. When asked about the odd schedule the year prior he claimed it'd be best to handle those rooms after the first rush of brats ran through them to mess things up, but considering how many times he'd been caught just walking in on a girl changing, it was dubious to say the least. His attempts to stay 'small' were not only foolhardy, but downright ridiculous. His janitor uniform was a dull orange painting him to look more like a prisoner than a sweeper. At times he wondered if it was the principal's idea of a sick joke.

>>199302

His foolish attempt to blend in hit an all-time high as he did his best to 'weave' through the kids walking through the hallway and nearly tripped a girl who he never met before, and yet felt painfully familiar with. His dull eyes looked down, following the flapping of those lips as she bitched him out, doing his best to simply ignore her… and yet a body like that just screamed for attention. A muscle twitched in the corner of his eyebrow as he 'politely' replied with a voice that weathered two decades of 3 packs of cigs a day, "There's hardly any uniform to mess up," before turning around and whispering, "Least someone here's got tits bigger'n mine."

>>199303

He took no small effort to mop his way towards the 'cold' teacher, his dark brown eyes leering so heavily at that cleavage that even his vision was obese. When he got close enough to escape the loud chatter of the new life brought into the school hallways he muttered a sluggish, "I see the girls are as lively as ever this year," taking a painstakingly slow time to peel his gaze from her chest before 'covering his tracks' by nodding towards the gal-girls strutting down the hall. "Gonna have to keep an eye on them. I'm sure they'll be, hnk… 'messy'."

>>199303

Across the hall, the sound of hurried footsteps in high heels bounced on the walls and echoed. As she walked by the classrooms, she peeked in to check if there were any students unattended in them. Eventually, she ran into the imposing presence of one of the teachers. "Mrs. Katz, good morning."

Yuuko offered a smile as she greeted. While unaware of Allyson's predatory ways, the then vice-principal had witnessed the most problematic students change their ways under her tutelage. Such a feat only inspired admiration for this woman. "What do you think of the students this year?"

>>199317

She was no stranger to the sleazy janitor, and knew more than most what it was he got up to amongst some of the more loose members of the student body. In her head, a less than flattering synonym danced throughout. It was why she didn't flinch when he gawked, and retained a stern gaze fixated upon his face, patiently waiting until those eyes peeled away and she could meet his lecherous stare with one that made it clear he wasn't nearly as clever as he thought himself. That said, she was of playful mind to break from her upright stance and lean forward, and if only for a moment entirely surround his field of view with the bulging swell of her breasts. That unfortunately stopped short, when the sound of a student's voice caught her full attention. With a half-hearted tilt to her head she listened in on the miserable apology, and before another word could be spoken produced a lone finger standing at attention before her cleavage. A well manicured nail dipped down and motioned to the mess that was currently all over both his shoes and the floor. "Please be hasty. This is in front of my classroom, after all." She paused for a moment and turned her eye upon Ichika. "And you, Miss Yoshiwara. Be more mindful next time, yes?" With that she turned and in one long stride, with the click of heels echoing on the tile to accompany, removed herself far enough to one side to stay clear of the mess until it was rectified.

>>199348

She'd just begun to fall into the lull of watching more students file in when her attention snapped to. "Principal Yuuko. Good morning to you." She held a great deal of respect for this woman, enough to almost appear uneasy. It was the only time anyone could say they saw her even slightly shaken. With a readjusting of arms that tucked both hands neatly into the small of her back, she whittled away the remaining morning with idle conversation. "I believe I will have my work cut out, though I've seen only a handful so far. Time will tell, but I shall see they become young adults you can take pride in."

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>>199357

This was it; the cold treatment he expected from the students and coworkers, especially those of the fairer sex. With a mug like his, who would even pity him? It couldn't be the fact that he practically eye-fucked every girl and woman that passed him by, oh no… it was society that was against him. The big oaf started to sink into that familiar dark feeling and withdraw to a silent, building anger - but all of a sudden his shoulders squared up again and he looked the part of a -man-. A man with a mop, but a man none the less. All of those weeks off where he hit the bars and went over in his mind about how he wasn't going to live through another year like last led up to this point… and all of the things he thought he would say went right out the window.

His nostrils flared wide while he stared at the gal-girl, snapping his latex gloves on since, well, he did have to do his job. "Didn't you already walk by? How many of you are there? Eh, whatever." He stared down at the discarded trash… the fucking balls on this bitch. "Yes, clumsy you… what's-a matter, not salty enough for you to wanna keep a hold on it? Lack of protein in that diet? Don't think I ain't onto you… you're the same one from last year." He bent down to clean up the mess, waxing defiant as he wiped his cloth across the floor and picked up the drink container. "Just so you know, you're on my -list-. And hey, you ever need a refill?" He shook the discarded milkshake container at the blonde, "You just come down to ol' Greg's closet. I'll have it filled to the brim with something you can choke down." With his back turned to the two faculty (although Masamoto may have seen to gesture), he grabbed the bulging crotch of his uniform and gave it a few lifts towards Ichika like the crude pig he was. It looked pretty heavy, too; a mystery - was it bulging fat, or a fat bulge?

He looked behind him to both Allyson and the principal, just giving them a firm nod before making his retreat, literally driving his janitor cart skidding around the corner to get back to his work. That was the first time he actually stared down that damn gal-brat and he'll be damned if he'd stay around to hear their rebuttal. He wasn't a snap wit so a crass remark here or there was the best he could do. Still… it felt fucking good, and save for any unforeseen problems popping up he was close to being able to head back to his closet. Just in time, because all of that abuse he suffered made him excited for some fucking reason.

>>199357

"Yes, ma'am! It won't happen again!" The girl flashed a bright smile and saluted her teacher with a tanned hand. Nails painted a vibrant pink that matched the case of her cellphone and sweater wrapped around her waist. Ichika had a lot of respect for the overly busty woman in front of her. In many ways Mrs. Katz was everything that Ichika wanted to be: strong, beautiful, and ever in control. Of course Ichika was less enthused the teacher aspect of it all. Or working any real job in general. She was far too pretty to be stressing out over something as tedious as that. Bringing a finger up to her lips she wondered why Mrs. Katz didn't put her sex appeal to work more often? The teacher would make a hella killing from just being a date escort, let alone what kind of dosh she could make if she just spread her legs for the right guy. Her thought was interrupted by the hilarious sight of Greg going down on his knees to clean up her mess.

>>199424

Her haughty laughter rung out in unison with the gawking students that surrounded her. These were the moments that she lived for: seeing a man bow in front of her and clean up her mess. If it wasn't for the audience around them she would have stepped on him then and there to drive home the point. On some deeper recessed portion of her mind she felt a tinge of pity for the older man. Of course that part of her was immediately overwhelmed by how utterly she was repulsed by the mess of a man. In the end this was what a man like him was good for: as simple entertainment.

"What's the matter, mister? Lil ol' me didn't make you upset, did I?" Her whispering taunts were cut off by a string of expletives and thinly veiled sexual insults. Granted, she like, totally couldn't argue against them. But they were still rude ya'know? A lady had her image to take care of. Which was something a fat, aging, pervert like Greg could never understand. He ended his words by grabbing his crotch and giving a confident thrust of his hips. Two things Ichika never thought she would ever see together: Greg and confidence. The entire number left her dazed and confused, the edge of her mouth twitching upwards uncomfortably from what she just witnessed. The fatty thing that she saw between his legs played in her mind over and over again, like a clip set to loop. It made her stomach queasy and the thought of doing anything with him like he suggested was enough to make her wanna gag, it was so grody!

But at the same time it wasn't enough to stop her from looking up the annual salary of a highschool janitor on her cellphone as she entered class. Someone had to pay for her clothes and Mr. Fujiwara wasn't cutting it. Though she doubt Greg of all people could afford her. Besides the mere idea of that fat, smelly beast pressing against her body made her choke for air. As she took her seat and looked out the window she was forced to cross her legs. The sudden heat between her legs made it super uncomfortable to sit anyway else.

>>199429

Mariko wormed her way into the classroom and just about burst with excitement. Her first day of high school ever, she was so pumped! No more of that basic bitch middle school dynamic. You fuck the boy, you make the other girl cry–it just wouldn't be that easy. Boys, like, wanted to stay with one girl now. Which was super stupid when that one girl wasn't Mariko. Introducing herself with a piercing smile, taking selfies and collecting phone numbers, all of it was for information. Who were the popular girls she'd have to grind under her loafers everyday, who'd fold over, who could be part of the clique, and the sorts of piggish boys or glasses adorned girls who'd be doing all of her homework this year. No one seemed particularly dangerous at the moment.

"Onee-chan!" Mariko jumped out of her desk and waved furiously at the glimpse of her big sister out in the hallway. She just had to flash her a couple peace signs and that smile. No one was really shocked that she was Mariko's big sister, but that didn't stop her from explaining it to everyone! And then taking a hundred different selfies to send Ichika.

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>>199348

"Whoa, crotchety Christmas cake alerts! Look, she's talking with the janitor too? Like, oh my GOD. Totes gonna make me sick." Did her homeroom teacher seriously have to be a girl? Mariko imagined someone like fifty times hotter! Like, she was pretty, but in that bitchy, crawl around in leather on your hands and knees in the bad part of town kind of way. If there wasn't some cute guy to fluster into good grades and a thousand yen job between classes in the bathroom, why'd she even bother wearing these super sexy panties! She sat with her legs open, uncrossed, and slouching. The boys got a little eye candy. Just for today, they could look for free.

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>>199424

"I'll be counting on you, Mrs. Katz. Let's do a good job this year as well." The answer Yuuko got from her coworker was everything that she needed to hear in order to put her trust in her. The fact that Allyson was the only married woman in the school that she knew about made Yuuko feel identified. She was intrigued, but had to keep the professionalism in the workplace. She's the principal, after all.

When Haruka came around, Yuuko returned the greeting with a less pronounced bow. Since the man seemed eager to move on, she replied with a genuine smile, a nod and a 'Thank you.'

Upon witnessing the eccentric girls make fun of Greg, the principal's expression visibly changed to a scornful one. Though, not because they were making fun of him, the vulgar man…

Because she knew the things that man was capable of, boy did she know! And much to Yuuko's dismay, even with her current position, she wouldn't dare to fire him. She couldn't lest she wanted to be in the street as well.

However, she deemed the gal's attitude disrespectful, a behavior that shouldn't be tolerated.

Her contempt turned into concern when the man looked in their direction as he left.

Yuuko let out a sigh as she tried to recover her calm in order to resume her activities. "Could you send your students to the auditorium after checking their attendance, please?" She addressed Allyson before leaving.

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>>199429

It was just coming back to him that he -did- bend at the knee and do that job she told him to do. While he was mopping up some unknown stains in the gym locker room, his mind toiled over the exchange. Three pairs of tits waving around him while he had to play the inferior. Battling wits with some kiddy brat, and then finally standing up for himself… eh, whatever. The year was off to a good start - for him, at least. And here in the locker rooms after classes began, he reigned the king since he was (typically) the only one there. "Stupid fucking punk-ass blonde brats think they can talk to me like that. I'll show them… more than they bargained for."

Now was as good a time as any to go about his lecherous ways. Last year, nobody found any of the cameras he laid out in rooms he cleaned so he felt secure in setting them right back up. The girl's locker room, the showers, assorted bathrooms and sparsely used classrooms - wherever he could fit those tiny black cameras. No grate nor corner nor tucked-away nook was inaccessible to him when he hid those small black items. It almost seemed superhuman how agile he was when he wanted to be a creep.

Putting his last camera inside some lighting fixtures in the girl's locker room, Greg wiped his sweaty brow and slapped his stomach as if congratulating himself over a job well done. Probably the hardest he was going to work all year. With his sweeping and mopping all done for now, he went to his sanctuary - his janitor closet. It was dark, it was dingey, it was dank and even a little rank - and Greg couldn't be happier. Hell, he even had a shitty old mattress laying on the floor that some dingbat threw out on the street corner. After sitting his fat ass on the busted mattress, he opened the doors of the tool cabinet mere feet in front of it, revealing rows of CRT TVs which were hooked up to the camera feeds. No wonder Greg had an uncanny way of knowing when he had to clean up a mess.

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>>199467

>>199429

With practice, one can size up most of a class in a matter of minutes. The trick was less catching them in an unguarded moment and more seeing a range of behavior. Greet them politely when they walk in, see if and how they return the gesture, then give them time to settle in with their friends; this trick had served Haruka well over the years, giving him a good ballpark for what was normal with each student. If nothing else it was a good way to start putting faces to names, and the ones now filling his classroom seemed a bit more memorable than most.

Standing at the front of the room, he cleared his throat and put on his best 'teacher voice' - calm and authoritative, even if few in the class respected it. "Good morning, everyone! My name is Masamoto Haruka, I'll be your history teacher for this year. I see some familiar faces, and I look forward to getting to know the rest of you." He nodded to one in particular, a first row teacher's pet that took the same seat as before, then turned his gaze back to the others. "As you've probably guessed, we're mostly just going to cover the syllabus today. Believe me, I wish summer was a little longer myself, so we're going to ease into this week and get a feel for what each of you already knows before we start getting into projects and such. And before you ask, we keep homework fairly light in this class; most of your grades will depend on exams, participation, and projects."

Catching his breath, he dug through the paperwork on his desk and pulled out an attendance sheet. "First, though, let's see who's all here." He cleared his throat and patiently worked his way down the list, asking for help with pronunciation where needed. By the end he'd found only a couple absences, and he made note of the names before moving on. The office wanted numbers for homeroom attendance, and he'd have time after class to run them down for the principal's perusal.

He'd be shocked if more than a few were paying any real attention, but the first class otherwise goes off without a hitch. As the students filtered out and he got his paperwork ready, he tried not to think about having to repeat all that for the next group. The swaying skirt of a cute girl on the way out proved a pleasant, if illicit distraction, one he pointedly avoids looking at for too long. 'Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming, Haruka,' he quietly scolded himself.

Briefly, he wondered how the other teachers were faring - and who wound up having to deal with troublemakers right out the gate. He had a hunch he'd see his share of them before the day was out.

After homeroom, like in a daze, Ichika found herself standing in front of the door to the janitor's closet. Impatiently tapping a foot, a look of frustration on her face as she chewed away at the tip of her thumbnail. Chipping away at the well manicured and perfectly painted design that cost more money than most people made in a week.

"Tch… the hell am I doing?" She muttered to herself. "Shitty old man, if he just made more money I wouldn't have to be doing this." She broke it off with Mr. Fujiwara in the middle of class over text. Poor man (emphasis on poor) nearly had a breakdown and tried to call her to ask why. Like as if it wasn't obvious why? Mrs. Katz nearly confiscated her phone because of that! The tanned girl's irritation grew every second she thought about it. Still was Greg of all people actually the answer to that? Janitors made shit for money… but Greg was a perverted freak of the worst kind, her skin crawled just thinking about it, still she knew that freaks like Greg always found a way to pay if it meant another chance to even glance at her finely toned thick thighs. She'd make him pay a premium just for her used panties.

"Uh, Miss, shouldn't you be in class?" The cracking voice of a hall-monitor who wasn't completely done with puberty called out. Reflexively she shot the boy a nasty look, her eyes narrowing with disdain. When he took a step back she realized her ugly her disposition probably looked to him. Flashing him a tender smile she folded her hands behind her and leaned forward. Letting the boy get a nice long look at her bronzed cleavage and lacy pink bra.

"I'm like totally on my way but my homegirl Yuki dropped her lunch outside the cafeteria and stuff. So I'm here to tell the janitor to do his job and junk." She wagged her finger at him and gave him a wink. "You can go now, shoo shoo!" The boy raised an eyebrow at her but didn't try to challenge it. Walking away and leaving her alone again. It was now or never at this point. Prepping her phone in hand she decided that it never hurt to have a bit of blackmail on her side. Snap a quick photo and send it to her sister. It was a technique that was finely honed over the last year and she was damned quick with it. A part of her figured that if she didn't catch him doing anything bad it will at least be something that could be used to make fun of him. Greg was nasty enough that even a normal picture of him was good for a laugh.

Putting her hand on the door handle she took a deep breath, looking around the empty halls one last time, before barging into the tiny room with the force and speed of a trained SWAT officer. The flash of the phone going off several times before she could even see what was going on herself. Finishing with the satisfying ding of a message sent.

>>200040

For the dozens of cameras he set up around the school, that greasy fuck Greg didn't have the brainpower to think of setting a camera up at his own door. When the uppity brat waltzed in he was caught completely off guard - so much so that he did his first situp in 2 years. "What the fuc-" He was dazed and confused and the barrage of light flashes hurt his eyes like Hell since they were accustomed to the dark. She'd get a good number of funny faces on that ugly mug contorting into a series of pained expressions, ending with those big hands of his trying to block the light. He crawled along the concrete floor, spouting a mumbled mess of curse words and frustration - his large hands finding the handle of a broom which he swung so fucking hard that it not only SLAMMED the door to his closet shut, but the stick-end whacked sharply across Ichika's asscheeks.

"What the Hell is the meaning," he spouted while he crawled up to his feet, the lack of hallway light making the room extra dark save for the dim flicker coming off the rows of TVs that fueled his voyeurism. "Of coming into my fucking sanctuary, huh!?" Still dazed from the flashes, the man swung wildly at the air with his broom, catching nothing but empty air and discarding the tool as if his temporary blindness wasn't the problem. "Who is the little SHIT-" as his nostrils flared, he drew in a deep breath and smelled something that didn't 'fit' at all. Like a hound sniffing out a scent, he blindly reached his hammy hands out and squeezed those hairy-knuckled fingers to Ichika's top, SLAMMING her back against a wall with a row of 6 damp vertical pipes that had cold water running through them.

"Think you're funny, eh?" His dark eyes squinted hard at the face of who he had in his hands, his grip so strong it'd make the cloth feel even tighter - almost constrictive to breathe in. "… hey, you're that BITCH from earlier, aren't you? Miss 'Milkshake', right? Shit, it must be my birthday." As the seconds ticked by, the lack of light in the room became less of a problem and the silhouette of Greg's large body became more clear. That disgustingly orange one-piece janitor outfit of his had the zipper drawn down so far that his bellybutton was exposed, along with the trail of curly black hair. For a man who was balding, he had a lot of God damn hair on his chest. "What're you doing botherin' me, huh? Thought you could take a picture of my cock hanging out or some shit? Bet I really got that slut motor of yours running earlier!" He didn't care for her reason; why would he?

His hands moved down her chest and her hips, digging his sausage-thick fingers deep into the meat of her heart-shaped ass while he pushed his hips against hers. The heat that rose off his exposed chest and stomach made for a stark contrast to the chilling pipes at the back, but perhaps most chilling of all was the crude outline of something twitching against her - just high enough to be at crotch-height for Greg.

>>200163

Watching Greg flop around in a tiny dark room no better than a blind walrus was some of the most hilarious entertainment Ichika was ever blessed to watch. An overly smug smile befitting an overconfident bitch spread across her glossy pink lips. All of it was so perfect: Greg's stupid faces, the crt lined up with images of all the girls in the school, and his disgustingly bulbous and hairy body handing out of his uniform. Ichika hadn't gotten blackmail this good since the time she saw the class prez selling herself in the red light district, though she had to admit that catching her last homeroom teacher having an affair with the gym teacher was pretty high up there as well. How easy this was going to be to make a simpering idiot like him do what she wanted.

The broom whacking her against the ass made her rethink some things. "Kya~!" She had to stifle her sudden moan with both hands. A blush forming across both of her cheeks, her breath catching in her throat and coming out ragged. Eyes watering as she tentatively reached down to caressed her bruised ass with the tips of her painted fingers. Tracing the curve of it with all the care in the word. Her pussy clenched tight. Her head head felt cloudy. She'd never experienced anything like this before. Even with those supposed street "thugs" they never got rough with her like this. This feeling that was bubbling up from deep inside of her from the sudden surge of endorphin.

She liked it!

She was broken from her euphoric daydream by the rough hands of Greg taking hold of her. Before she could even utter a word she was slammed hard against the wall. Her phone dropping to the floor, the screen cracking a bit. One of the old rusted pipes behind her had their seal give out from the sudden shock. Cold mist sprayed over her white uniform revealing her lacy underwear for Greg to see. Feeling her legs give out from under her she would have hit the ground if Greg didn't press his disgustingly deformed body into her. Stinking of sweat and bleach with a tinge of salty copper. His large hands groping and squeezing at her sopping tits causing her nipples to go hard. Running those same hands down her well toned abs before ending at her fat round ass. Greg's perverted grin eerily highlighted by the light of the crt's and her phone. Ichika's hands laid flat against his hairy chest, forced to feel every wiry hair. To sniff the mixed scent of cleaning supplies, musk, and her own expensive perfume. Greg's insulting yelling barely phased her as her eyes drifted downwards to his pulsating member. Unthinking and fueled by a primal urge she started to rub a slick thigh against his trunk of a leg. Weakly pushing her delicate hands against his chest. It was no use, even with all his fat he still had years of muscle beneath it.

"H-hands off the merchandise, you shitty creep!" She stuttered between heavy panting.

"This is your first day…" She paused just then, eyes piercing through the throng of 20-odd students to a far corner of the room. Such was the intensity of her gaze that every student ended up turning in their seats to have a better look at the unlucky young man who'd been spied attempting to text from beneath his desk. She said nothing and simply stared, and with the addition of many others offering the same look interspersed with sparse giggling, it seemed to get the point across that she would not tolerate such disturbances… no matter how sly one thought themselves to be. With that, she cleared her throat and continued on, as if there had never been an interruption to begin with. "And as such, your first few weeks will be a nightmare. Being your homeroom teacher, I'm entirely equipped to answer any and all questions you may have. Please do not hesitate to ask. Your being aware and timely to and from classes is paramount. I won't tolerate tardiness, so it's best you understand now during this grace period." It was odd, how reassuring her voice could be - what unnerving contrast from the icy expression and provocative way of dress. It left many of the students uncomfortable for a multitude of reasons, and to keep them squirming meant they had no time to slack off.

The rest of class followed relatively uneventful. She took attendance, politely asked each student to stand and speak briefly about themselves. A mention that they should take the week to decide on a representative to speak on their behalf. It was all very droll and boring, so she attempt to walk through the rules of dress code and conduct as succinctly as possible without putting anyone to sleep. However, that was almost never the case. Most especially with the boys, and a surprising number of the girls as well. They were all quite attentive with their eyes on certain parts of her body, and even if the stares of so many made her skin feel hot, there was no crack in her exterior to let it be known. She simply sat, occasionally rising to pace from one end of the front row to the other, all while running down her checklist of what needed to be known before the bell sounded. As it did, her voice called out much firmer than usual. "And please, before you rush out of the door - keep in mind I am always here for counseling or personal tutoring. Do not hesitate to take advantage of that." That was all she could get out before they were bleeding through the door and out of sight. Some time was taken to wander the isles and gather a few of the sheets she's handed out which were left behind. Everything was collected on her desk and after a brief adjustment of glasses atop her nose, she set out into the hallway as a monitor to keep her eyes peeled for any concern as students made their way along. Perhaps she'd head to the teacher's lounge once things settled.

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His normally beady eyes looked ready to pop out of his skull when they locked onto the hard nipples poking through the moist clothing. His expression was that of wonderment; he brooded hours a day away thinking how girls who dressed like she did -wanted- to get fucked, but he still couldn't believe it! "Hnk! I may be a creep but I'll be damned if I'm a shitty one!" The cold mist didn't have the same effect on his uniform… Hell, he barely even felt it! His body was so furiously hot that fresh beads of sweat freely streaked down his face and chest.

He spun around with her asscheeks still held tight in his palms - those hands so large he could easily palm a basketball in each one. "As for the merchandise," His right hand moved away from her soft skin, only to come SMACKING back against that ass a second later. The harsh impact from that well-worn hand forced the skin to ripple as the sting of the spank rekindled the burn of the broom he tossed aside. "Let's consider this my fee for 'modeling' for all those pictures you took!" He carried her in his arms in a tight bear-hug, his thumping heartbeat so powerful that even she could feel it through the padding of her big tits. God, those felt good on him.

When they got to the foot of his mattress, he dropped her down like a burlap sack - dust lifting off the creaky old thing which stunk even more of Greg than he did. He stood over her with a wild look in his eyes, dragging the zipper of his uniform down just far enough that the v-line reached his pubic hair. "Go on, take it out now. See if you've got a screen big enough to take a snapshot of THIS!" He grunted like some farm animal when he drew the zipper down as far as it could go, his semi-chubbed cock spilling out with an audible *flop*, heavy with the blood already weighing it down. Seconds ticked by while his thickness swelled even fatter before her eyes. Veins as thick as number 2 pencils popped onto the surface and snaked their shapes from the base to the tip, giving the end-heavy shaft a look that belonged in a horror film.

He 'joined' her on the bed, meaning his fat frame almost completely smothered her underneath. If someone were to walk in on them right then, they'd just see a pair of legs jutting out from around Greg's hips in a wide V-shape, and a foot long beast of a dick nudging the brat's skimpy underwear into the cleft of her labia.

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Her entire body felt on fire. Not even the cold water could quench the heat that was enveloping her. The slap on her ass reigniting that pleasurable pain that made her let out a squeal. Her pussy clenching tight, pussy juices flowing down her thighs in wet streaks. Soaked clothing clinging to her nubile body. She felt trapped in her own designer clothing. Bound and unable to move within Greg's iron grasp. His heavy arms wrapping around her like an unbreakable cocoon. Being picked up like she was nothing more than a rag doll before being dropped on the filthy mattress that covered the dusty floor.

Trying to reorient herself to her surroundings she sat up and tried to see what was going on in the poorly lit closet. Her eyes adjusting to the shadowy shape of Greg in front of her. An audible zipping sound could be heard as Greg undid the rest of his uniform. The light from her cellphone capturing the edges of his cock as it flopped out from its meager containment. Greg was never a confident or proud man in Ichika's experience. Always the lowest of the low and easily picked on even for his immense size. But in this moment, as his inhuman penis swelled to size from just looking at her disheveled body, he looked like the proudest man in the world. The full size and girth of it was mesmerizing to the gal as if it had its own hypnotic effect on her. She'd never seen anything like it before. Eyes wide and unblinking as she soaked it all in.

She missed all chance of escape because of that.

Before she knew it his body was smothering her and for a moment Ichika believed that she would be crushed to death by his immense weight. That bulbous belly that pressured itself against her own. Her legs forcefully spread apart not by his hands but by the sheer girth of his body alone. Slick tanned thighs forced to grip closely against Greg's hips unless she risked being being pulled apart. Her hands crushed beneath his barrel of a chest. Squirming beneath him wildly to find some room to escape proved to be futile almost immediately. Everything felt claustrophobic and airtight. Greg's looming smile barely a few inches away from her face. She felt something large and round press itself between her labia and forcing her panties to dig into her cunt. Her fingers dug into the hairs in his chest, pulling at them as she balled her hands into fists.

"N-no, no, no, no, no, no, no-!" Ichika's weak protests were ignored as Greg slammed his cock deep inside her. Snapping the panties in the process and spreading out the walls of her pussy in a way she never knew possible. Instinctively her legs tried to come around his massive body to lock him in place but due to his girth the best she could do was have her ankles barely touch. She let out a soft moan that turned into a primal, lusty groan as the glands of his dick knocked at the doors of her womb. Her watery eyes rolling back slightly as he churned up her guts. Mascara dripping down the edges of her cheeks.

>>200757

His thick tree-trunk legs kicked out and his toes curled within his heavy boots the moment he felt that fabric give way to a tight, wet fit on that vein-textured shaft. The first pump through that wet fuckhole was gravity fed - every muscle and pound of fat adding to the spine-quaking drop that forced just over half of the end-heavy cock to sink in. His hairy and cum-heavy balls CLAPPED against the underbelly of his cock, the spank of sack on cock causing a vibration to run down the shaft, tickling the nerve endings of Ichika's pussy walls like a battery-powered vibrator.

For a moment, he saw Heaven; nothing but a sea of white while his dark eyes rolled into the back of his head. He could barely feel anything for those moments save for that hip-shaking pleasure, both from getting his dick wet and FINALLY showing that blonde brat her place! But when the high finally came down, the heavy fuck hissed through his teeth when those slim fingers tugged at his chest-hairs which were a bristly bed of fibers in a mixture of greying tones. None of them got pulled off thanks to the lack of grip brought by his fresh coat of sweat, but he GLARED at the blonde with newfound anger in his eyes. "That hurts, you CUNT!"

Greg lifted off the gal's curvy body by doing what amounted to a pushup - another thing he hadn't done in years, but through some power of perversion he peeled his body off hers with a satisfying sound not unlike taking a bandaid off. "Maybe this will take some of the sass out of you!" He BODYSLAMMED her under his heavy body, the mattress underneath squeaking in complaint as his body crashed onto hers and literally sank her body deeper into the crappy mattress. It was a 'slow' fuck, but each time the janitor dropped onto the blonde, his foreskin-covered cockhead brutally beat onto Ichika's cervix, forcing it to sink inward a little further each time.

"Cheeky little FUCK!" His fat belly jiggled every time it landed across her fit stomach - weight landing so hard that it'd literally force some of the air out of her lungs. "Make me clean up your mess in front of those SLUTS!?" Metal springs inside the mattress literally broke - the shape of her thick ass now busted permanently onto his mattress like a trophy. "I'll show YOU a MESS!" His stomach jiggled wildly when he brought his hammer down with all the fury his body could conjure, an ear-popping *Splortch!* sound filling the air as Greg's cock not only pushed beyond the ring of Ichika's cervix, but had that stubborn foreskin peel back so his raw mushroom-shaped cockhead scraped her womb directly. Another howl of a moan left his drooling lips and he even shot out a few thin strands of pre-cum into her babymaker. Hell, for a man that wasn't as pent up as Greg that would have been the lot of it… but those swollen, hairy nuts of his had other plans.

"Christ, Christ!" Despite his chanting there was nothing sanctified about his brutal presses. Once he claimed the depths of her womb, his hips went into fucking OVERDRIVE. He pushed that thick cock to and fro with all the passion of a highschool virgin, but add onto it the years of soul-crushing back breaking labor and junk food and it became less of a passionate love-making session and more of a Damn earthquake making the whole room shake with her beaten cunt at the epicenter and his swinging mango-sized nuts slapping her asscheeks so hard their shape got spanked pink onto her skin.

>>200891

Disgust and hate gave way to lust and pleasure. Ichika hadn't been a virgin for years but the way that dick was spreading her made her feel like one again. The act of sex had become routine for her at this point. Something that she'd meet with the same doldrum boredom that someone would have for their 9-5 job. It was something to do to get what she wanted. Nothing more, nothing less. Feeling the shitty mattress give way under her more and more with every heavy thrust of Greg's massive hips. His massive member drilling into her ceaselessly until it struck gold at the end of the tunnel. Feeling her cervix be pried open by his ramming shaft broke something in her. Ichika's mind entered into a crazed frenzy. She found herself biting down gently on her glossy pink bottom lip just to keep what was left of her sanity.

"AH! Is that all you got you stupid, ugly, fuckhead!?" Every insult she shouted was followed by a rolling of her hips. It didn't take long before she was in tandem with his thrusts, a steady rhythm to the sloppy beat of Greg's slick cock and balls slamming into her frame. "Harder, you shitty fatfuck, I said harder! OH GOD!" She could hardly catch her breath between all the yelling and bodypresses but she found a way to do it. Air was going to be the last thing to stop a spoiled bitch from getting what she wants.

Between one of his pushups she managed to dislodge her hands from their cramped position. Any sane woman at that moment would have tried to crawl away or grab something to be used for self-defense. Instead Ichika slung them around Greg's thick neck. Using the man's neck as a pull up bar to smother his face in her large, sweaty, bouncing tits. "You've sucked your whole life so you better keep on sucking, you piece of shit!" She practically shoved one of her hard brown nipples into his mouth. Letting out another moan as she felt his slobber trickle down the curvature of her breast.

Truth be told she wasn't even sure if she was still actually angry at him or not. Her mind was too clouded by the sensation of her pussy being ravaged to think very clearly or deeply about anything. But what she did know was that with every insult she threw at him the harder he came back with his thrusts. The harder his throbbing cock got with every vile word directed towards him. The bigger his balls swelled up and the more satisfying they felt as they slapped against her ass.

The more she found herself enjoying it all.

>>200289

With a weary groan he pulled the door shut behind him and stepped into the hall, a nearby monitor guiding a few shuffling straggers into their next set of classrooms. Bag heavy on his shoulder and arm full of paperwork, he started down towards the principal's office. Not a quarter of the way through and the day already felt long, shoes dragging a bit over the checkered tile. Lectures, at least, could change based on how far along the classes were and who asked what, but day one was repeating almost the exact same words over and over. Thankfully, only a couple students had tried his patience out the gate; one name he knew had gotten sucked into mobage over summer and needed some convincing to put it away during class.

Still, the teacher could relate, and not just because he'd planned to play the same thing during lunch. There are only so many ways to make syllabus handouts interesting, and right now that mid-morning coffee never looked so tempting. The principal wasn't there when he got to the office; probably putting out fires elsewhere, to judge by the receptionist's slightly harried look as she argued with someone over the phone. He missed a few words but there's mention of a plumbing issue in one of the student bathrooms. "Where the hell is that janitor?" the receptionist muttered as she hung up, and he had a hunch it was best not to ask for details. Trying to be discreet, he simply nodded to her and headed over to Yuuko's office, dropping everything off in her mailbox before leaving. The teacher's lounge and its holiest of appliances beckoned.

The walk to the lounge was quiet, muffled voices barely audible through closed doors; the location was less than convenient but the walk was a good chance to stretch his legs. Along the way he spied Allyson leaving her room as well, giving the hall an eagle-eyed scan. The look alone shooed a student quickly into one of the other rooms, and he hid a smile. For all the grapevine said about her - and it had said a lot - her demeanor was an asset in getting butts into their assigned seats. As he neared he let the smile out of hiding; what the hell, no harm in neighbors exchanging pleasantries.

"Hey, Ms. Katz," he said with a friendly nod, keeping his eyes north of the neck, as tempting as the view was lower down. "How's the day going so far? Any students giving you grief yet?"

>>201110

The flood of semen entering her body sent a shiver down her spine as it quickly filled, then overfilled, what precious little space was left in her pussy. Painting the walls of her pussy with his thick white cum leaving no part of her innards untouched. Every slight pull out was accompanied by a slosh of sperm that spilled over her labia, drenching her thighs and seeping into her ass. Her legs went rigid around him as they refused to detach Ichika from the man until every last drop of cum was pumped straight into her. The skin of her belly stretched to accommodate Greg and his little swimmers. His vein riddled dick scraping thick ropes of the stuff against her insides. Every stroke edging her closer and closer to what she desired. She didn't need to yell at him anymore, he was well trained enough to do the rest himself. By God did he do it well!

Rubbing gently at the back of his head as he slurped and nipped away at her breasts. Every caress and suck of his fat lips making her nipples stand at attention ready for more. Like a starving baby he obliged and before she knew it her dark skin was left marked and bruised. Tender and painful to Greg's clumsy touch. She smiled through the wincing all the same. Driving her to push her hips even harder into his pelvis so she could receive even more of his cum. Reaching down with one hand to run her slender fingers from her clit to his shaft. Giving Greg's cock a loving caress with the tips of soft fingers before helping him spread her vagina even wider than before. Causing even more cum to spill out and stain the filthy mattress with more of their mixed up fluids.

Her cunt refused to stay open for long as Greg put the rest of his energy into his final few strokes. The walls of her pussy clenching down over and over again in quick succession. Wrapping around the shaft of his dick in a perfect seal and keeping it nice and secure within her womb. Squeezing out the last bit of semen from his balls with tremoring wet efficiency. Her painted toes curling as she was able to feel every minute ridge and bump of his cock.

"That's it! THAT'S TOTALLY IT! AHHHH!" Her squeals of orgasmic delight sung out in unison with Greg's inhuman monstrous roar. Her fingernails digging harmlessly into his back as the lights flickered wildly throughout the room. Best of all it didn't end there! Though It would be almost impossible for her to tell anyone how long they went for. After the third orgasm her mind went blank, only leaving runny makeup and an overly goofy smile on her once so serious face. When she regained consciousness she found Greg lying on top of her like some gigantic oaf… though thinking about it he was kinda the gigantic oaf. Thick cum still bubbled out from her ruined cunt, sloshing forth in large clumps down her legs and onto the floor.

>>201146

He had half his cig sucked down by the time her attentions were fawned on him. For the time he was silent, he wondered if he's have enough 'juice' left to go on with the plan to pull the fire alarm later that day. A creepy grin peeling over his lips was answer enough; of course he did. His smile transformed back into a frown when the 'object of his desires' pecked away at that bald head of his. "… the Hell are you talking about? Did I scramble your head around too much or something?"

Hell, if he had a few more seconds to think things over, he would've been running for the hills so he wouldn't get tossed in the slammer when she turned him in - but there she was, doting on him… dicking her down really WAS the answer! That already dull brain of his became putty to her affections and the fact that he was still high off the first orgasm he'd had in literal months made it all the easier to get on his 'good side', although he still had ten quarts of grump to go with it. "Chris-sake do I look like I keep replacement phones around here or some shit? Can't you go fuck some old man and get another one?" Apparently self reflection wasn't his strong point.

Despite his cold words, he eventually relented and fished his wallet out of his other pocket. It was thick with the stack of bills he planned to bet tonight at the card game with that fucking lucky-ass P.E. teacher, but right now 'losing' it to Ichika seemed like the best move to make. He was woefully unaware of how much phones cost, so he figured he was offering a pretty good deal with $600. It was a lot of money to him, at least.

But just before the girl could claim the stack of money as hers, he squeezed his hand into a tight fist and denied her. "But… if you want this, you've gotta do your JOB, yeah? Look, I fuck'n spilled a God damn milkshake all over my dick." He spread his legs out and showed off that sloppy mess - bridges of thick cum drooling off the surface of his dick, every inch of the soft-hanging prick glossy with their joined sex juices. It was so thick around his cock it looked like he dipped it in a glaze. "Well, not like it's too much of a problem for a girl like YOU. So be a good girl and CLEAN that for me, 'pretty please'." He got fucking goosebumps just from saying that.

>>201171

If there was anything that visibly perturbed, it was a sloppy young woman. And while others may have been oblivious to the reason, all it took was one sharp inhale and a slight flare of her nostrils to pick up on the stench of cum and sweat. She smelled like sex, and it was so blatant the girl might as well have still been in the midst of begging for more dick. She'd come to expect the brazen types over her years, especially in this school with its wicked little secrets festering the surface, but she always took it upon herself to impart an understanding of context and subtlety. The school hallways were not a place to be leaving a trail of cum behind, as much as it amused.

For a long while she said nothing, intent on letting the awkwardness of the situation settle in. Just a long and vacant stare of judgmental eyes and only the faint hint of amusement tugging the far corner of her mouth into the mildest expression of a smirk. "Miss Takenaka. Only one student was absent my roll call this morning." Her gaze broke away and she swept the hallway. Aside from the occasional thumping that she could only assume was Greg already breaking his promise, there was nothing else but silence gripping those halls. She took her chance then, boldly reaching with a pair of fingers to sweep up the inside of Yuzu's thigh, and returned to hold in the space between them long and slender fingers dirtied by the cum of what was for her a complete and utter stranger. She even spread the digits apart and brought her thumb to join and smear the mess around right before the young student's eye. That merely severed as a distraction for the other hand, that now seized her by the jawline and yanked up to position her head at a proper upwardly angle. "Are you so shameless? We have rules." The steel-like grip she held on that face slowly worked with thumb and finger to pry her lips apart, and the mess that threatened to spill off her nails was dipped inside and scraped off onto the center of her tongue. "Isn't it thick. Chew before you swallow."

Cleaning her fingers off on the girl's blouse with a single swipe, she offered her thumb to to do the same across those pretty lips and flashed a thin smile by the time she'd reached the far corner. "Step inside and stand at the front of the class before you dirty these halls further, Miss Takeanaka. I'm not done with you just yet."

She'd missed homeroom.

Also, very likely, the class immediately after.

Most students would've felt a little bit worried in that fact - maybe even hurried along in a way that implied they had a care - but not Kikyo.

When you were hours behind the stereotypical gyaru slut in attendance, that meant you had a problem. With all the nonchalance she moved with, you'd never guess that just last year, she'd been begging to attend this high school in particular. Sure, there were rumors to contend with, better choices (or so her father'd swear); but if you were anyone who was anyone with an interest in competitive sports, then it was the school for you.

What a laugh that was, now..

Her parents had argued on whether or not she should go, but ultimately, Kikyo decided to show up, knowing that their bickering would continue on regardless. She set her gaze upon the neatly creased note in hand, pouring over the words her doctor (with just a little bit of playing up her condition) had written: no strenuous activities. That was the rule the school'd have to play by, and Kikyo, being the clever sort, didn't doubt for one minute that she could bend what exactly strenuous meant.

That, however, was for another time entirely. She was late, of course, and dealing with the side-eying of hall monitors or passing faculty was getting a little bit annoying. A girl could only be expected to say, "I've got a note," so many times before she no longer had the patience to do it! Yet as she begrudged the existence of those damnable things called, "high schools," each door she passed seemed alight with the sounds of diligent, and on occasion not-so-diligent, pupils. Scratching pencils, a distant lecture, a chortle in unison from a group of students who'd done something like throw a wadded up piece of paper at the teacher's back. She almost paused, narrow brow quirked as she thought to register a moan – but the silliness of that prospect was pushed quickly from her mind as Kikyo continued on, bumbling her way into the main office with that now infamous wavering knee.

A typical girl's uniform adorned her svelte frame.. save for the compression wraps snug around the mid-point of her right leg. The first year paid it far less mind than the cursory, but at the very least feignedly concerned glance of the receptionist, clearing her throat and rolling her eyes as she pushed the sheet of unfolded paper across the counter. "Futaba, Kikyo. I'm late because of my injury." It was an excuse she was all too comfortable making, even if the majority of her ligament damage had faded into merediscomfort when she overextended or made a go at running. The woman on the other side seemed to take her explanation earnestly enough; even rasping a thoughtful little sigh, as if some realization had dawned upon her.

"Right, your parents called in advance. You couldn't make it to orientation either, correct?" She nodded. Even had she been on time, the puffy-eyed tomboy wouldn't have known where to go. The receptionist – secretary – whatever-the-hell-she-could-be-called opened a filing cabinet, exchanging her doctor's note for a small pile of stapled paperwork. "Alright, well here's your classes. You've unfortunately already missed homeroom, so you should make a point to go and introduce yourself to Mr. Masamoto–" The desire to hiss disdainfully through her teeth was rising; she'd been to school before, she knew how this all worked. "–and a copy of your student contract. We expect a lot from our students, ethically speaking, of course, but also in regards to presentation. Loose collars like that just won't do, missy." "Tcch!" She really did do it that time!

But whatever, she had her paperwork and a class or two to catch up on.. She might as well make an appearance, just for introductory's sake.

Don't have much time to proofread, unfortunately – or make a go at interacting with other people – but this'll have to do til later!

>>201173

The bespectacled girl froze under Allyson's gaze, visibly fidgeting even as she struggled to keep up that seemingly ever pleasant, suspiciously sweet smile of hers, "Ahah… Well… You see, that wasn't me fau-uullt!" She shuddered and let out a quivering moan that drew a couple stares from passing students, head tilting back and cheeks lighting up as she felt Mrs. Katz's finger drag up along her thigh, brushing dangerously close to her exposed sex as she scooped up a thick dollop of the gooey, sticky mess leaking from her loins.

Her heart was hammering, leaping whenever every time she head one of the dull thumps in the distance as her already overactive imagination put two and two together, "Really, some guy grabbed me on the train and well… He was actually really big like…" She stammered, holding hands apart in front of her chest, only falling a few inches off of spanning the width, eyes focused on Allyson's fingers as she watched the white webbing droop between them only to get smeared around in a display that would have caused shame to well up in most students caught in this situation… Of course Yuzu wasn't most students, "And I got carried away and didn't have time to clean up an-Ah!" Her babbling excuse was cut off by the teacher grabbing her chin and yanking her gaze upwards.

Her eyes went unfocused for a moment as her mouth was… Pried open wasn't quite the right word as, with only a little nudging, she was obediently opening it wide for the imposing woman. She even went so far as to extend her tongue, letting out a shuddering moan as the glob of cum was smeared upon it, "Thick…" She slurred, eyelids drooping, smile going a little goofy as she did as she was told. She made a show of rolling the salty, slightly bitter spunk around in her mouth, mouth moving as she dutifully chewed at the dense cream before swallowing with an audible 'gulp' and a trembling gasp.

The feel of Allyson's thumb smearing across her lips made her legs clench together, shimmering rivulets of nectar joining the slowing flow of cum running down her legs, almost too eagerly catching the offered digit and suckling upon it until she heard the teacher's demand, "Ye'm." She murmured around the thumb before finally releasing it and stumbling into the class room, legs visibly shaking… Though it was hard to tell how much of it was from fear and how much was plain arousal as she took her place in front of the black board, hands neatly folded behind her back as she awaited whatever was in store for her.

"And I'm telling you, Coach, she just . . . jumped out of the blue and her friends snapped a picture and, and, and!"

If only one could kill another simply by staring them down, it'd remove so many of my damn headaches. The only thoughts crossing the exhausted mans' mind as he halfheartedly listened to one of his students lament his messed up relationship within the counselors' office. Weary eyes glaring daggers into the blubbering boys' skull whenever his attention was directed toward the ceiling above, the nearby shelves stocked with psychology books and pamphlets, or the large mirror laid against the nearby wall; anywhere but Shingen himself. Ears rang with the brats every panicked wail as he did his best to not beat the damn daylights out of that damn kid. "Look, boy, I getcha'. I really do, it sucks when yer' relationship shits itself bu-!" Couldn't even get a proper sentence in before the kid started another spiel about wanting to get back with his girlfriend and earning his trust, about how it's all just a big misunderstanding, and how he regrets everything. For the love of God . . .

Shoulders rolled backward into a shrug as he slumped down into the leather chair, pulling out his phone with one hand whilst the other made certain to cover the scowl spreading across his face. Eyes narrowed themselves onto the screen as he tuned out the boy for the time being, staring down the grinning gyaru flashing the camera a double peace-sign while practically twerking her ass on the swim team captains' groin. Takeru-kuns Bitch ❤ written with a black marker over her outer thigh, barely visible across the bottom portion of the picture. "Fuckin' worthless . . ." He muttered underneath his breath only for the boy to finally wake up from his reverie. "Ah, nothin', nothin'. Just thinkin' out loud. I'm ears kid, ventings' gonna help ya' calm down at the least."

Another half an hour passes before the underaged punk is finally able to calm down enough to actually attend his classes without suffering an anxiety attack thinking about his ex-girlfriend. "Look, the sports teams are still getting together tonight and hitting the town to celebrate the start of the new year. I don't want ya' ditchin' us just because of this, got it?" Words uttered with a reassuring smile plastered across the Coachs' expression, one that stood in sharp contrast to the overwhelmingly strong grip held upon the kids' shoulders and the imperious tone he spoke in. "Yer' one of our stars, the guys look up to ya' y'know! Everybody's already sayin' yer' going to be the one to demolish the competition at the swimming competition this coming festival, so 'least think about this stuff for more than a day 'fore ya' want to call it quits and focus on your girl. I'm sure it'll resolve itself one way or anotha'!"

And with a final pat on the back, he saw the kid out and went back into the counselor's office. Falling back down upon the seat with an audible CREAK while tapping away at his phone. Karma really has a way of fucking with you. All he wanted was to get the fucking punk to break up with his girlfriend and focus on his training before she poisoned him with her damn fucking insecurity. Talks about ditching the swimming team and the competition as a whole were already in the air because of that four-eyed cunt being incapable of swimming and feeling like shit for dating the schools' prodigy. He should of just dumped her then and there but no, he just had to fall head over heels for her and go as far as thinking of dropping swimming himself just to spend more time with her and not make her feel so worthless. Should have been a damn easy fix.'' If he wasn't going to stop himself from ruining his future career - and Shingen's in the process - the mountain of a man had to take matters into his own hands. Pull a few strings here and there to make certain one of the students sisters is able to pass the entrance exam of a school she had no right to be in, make sure the two ended up in the same classroom to boot, fork over some cash, and the girls would handle the rest and make sure the four-eyed freak wouldn't be a problem anymore. And all he got instead was the younger bitch abusing the targets insecurities without dealing with Romeo and his damn obsession; making everything worse.

Counselors office. Second floor. Now.

"Going to put me in an early fucking grave." Shingen mumbled underneath his breath while sending the younger Yoshiwara the text message.

>>201197

"Aw c'mon, who did this? Goddamn, people, we're not savages."

You empty the pot, you make another - a simple rule that had served civilization well thus far. Yet in every office there was always that one monster who'd leave a sliver in there and consider it good enough, and much to Haruka's dismay the teacher's lounge was no refuge from their menace. The bags under his eyes couldn't mask the annoyance as he poured another coffee packet into a filter, and with patience on the wane he slid his cup under the nozzle before hitting start.

"Sweet, caffeinated mistress, take it all away." The machine gave an answering groan and hiss as it started to pour. When he had his fill he deftly replaced the pot without missing a drop, then patted it affectionately on the side. "Aww, I missed you, too," he added with a smile.

The fragrance of the fresh brew drifted through the bustling teacher's lounge, easing a few frantic nerves, and he suspected Yuuko-san would need her share of it before long. Joining the machine's contented burbling was the noisy chatter of teachers comparing summers, classes, students, each trying to milk the precious few minutes of break time for all their worth. He took a tiny sip to warm his lips on the steaming beverage, tipping to fingers in salute to a passing colleague as he made his way across the room.

With his tolerance the caffeine rush was more of a gentle nudge, and at times it basically helped him sleep. Still, he was going to need the help; his own desk had fast become a war zone, with scattered lesson plans from various classes and more than one thing that needed to be filed in triplicate before the end of the day. To his surprise there was already a message waiting for him, one that didn't look like another lapse in the school's spam filter.

"You are receiving this notice because… one of your classes, pre-excused absence… et cetera et cetera," he muttered, skimming over the text. Finally he got to the portion allegedly written by a human being: Masamoto - one of your absentees just checked in, Futaba Kikyo. Her parents called ahead of time, medical issue. Some leg injury, details attached. Make sure she's brought up to speed by tomorrow.

He didn't envy the girl, knowing the receptionist was a bit short on people skills. A few clicks brought up her student profile, a flat headshot and some dry academic information. The notes were a bit more specific; he frowned into his coffee as he read of a ligament injury, an apparent stress reaction for an otherwise promising young athlete. His breath left him in a sigh and he set the cup aside, his own track days long behind him. "Sorry to hear it," he whispered to the screen, searching for the stack of duplicate syllabi. Hopefully the rest of her day wouldn't be too much trouble.

All good, it's a nice intro! Feel free to stop by if you get a chance, but no pressure.

>>201347

The man was mesmerized by the routine, witnessing first-hand the staggering difference between a busted-out $20 hooker giving a hummer in a back alley and a girl who cost a paycheck. She still had her sass, she still had her hopes and dreams and that glimmer in her eyes… and he needed to see that glimmer go out with his very eyes, so help him God. That would have to wait until after the blonde gal brat earned her money, though.

Their dynamic took a full reversal from what happened just minutes prior. This time, Greg's heavy body was laid back against the mattress and his legs were forced high into the air, taking on the shape of a V. Those hairy legs of his had a mind of their own - naturally reacting to the insane pleasure of the brat's tongue going at the extra sensitive flesh under the thick foreskin. When her head started bobbing and soaked his cock from the tip to the base in her saliva and the hug of her throat, he was kicking like a God damn mule! "I told you to clean me, not suck my nuts out through my dick! Christ!" Despite his age, his cock was so firm that Ichika would have to angle her upper body downward just to get the cock to slip down her throat since it refused to bend even a little. His eyes finally gawked down long enough to see the smeared markings slathering his monster dick… and he hated to admit how much he liked it. "Fuck, yer getting it all dirty again!"

As the spectacular throating went on, Greg had the looks of a groggy drunk. Even his moans were a rough, gravelly gurgle which grew stronger as he got close to the edge of another orgasm. He'll be damned if he was going to let her suck him off on his back, though! Pulling a maneuver unfit for a man his age and size, he rolled his body and jumped to his feet - lifting Ichika's cock-stuffed throat and face up with him! "If we're making another mess I'll do it myself!" Her golden hair got squeezed into Greg's clenched fists, looking like a pair of pom-poms which he used to hold her face in place as he furiously beat his cock through her mouth!

He never pulled his cock back further than half way out, firmly keeping the shaft lodged deep enough so she couldn't even snort in some musky dick-smelling air through her nostrils. While the shape of his dick scraped its taste as a permanent memory through the surface of her throat, his quaking belly smacked repeatedly onto the blonde's forehead which only added to numbing feeling of the growing lack of air going into those lungs and therefore into her brain. "You will never humiliate me like that, you hear!? Not unless you wanna get fucked again!" The poor fool thought that'd actually be a deterrent.

30 seconds… 40… going on a minute and past - she got not a breath of air and at just past the two and a half minute mark, The girl's struggle began to ease up until the last hard thump of his belly on her forehead hit the lights-out switch, and Greg looked down to watch as the bitch's eyes closed shut. The fat asshole actually kept using her throat like a warm and wet onahole up until he flooded her throat and stomach in a deluge of hot jizz, just as viscous and powerful as the release into her cunt only without her muscles to keep it chugged down. While her belly no doubt plumped from taking in an entire army's breakfast worth of protein at once, her face got the worst of it by the time he slid his spent cock out of her throat. The passed out gal looked like a damn 20 man bukkake train had been emptied onto her face, not to mention the pint of hot cum sloshing around in her stomach.

"… making my dick dirtier than before. Stupid kids can't even follow directions." The fact that he just fucked one of the students and made her pass out, and that he PAID her for it, and that she saw his videocamera setup… well, most of those thoughts were off his mind. He thought only of the immediate, and right now this bitch had to be GONE.

Greg zipped back up, even smellier than before thanks to reeking of sex, and loaded the cum-splattered gal onto his mop-trolly. The dumb fuck didn't even bother checking if the coast was clear when he pushed her out and walked the trolly down the hallway with only a thin white sheet covering her. Her fucking feet were even sticking out from under it! Yet through some miracle he managed to sneak her to one of the girl's bathrooms which was currently unattended, putting up an 'out of order' sign on the door as he went to work placing her inside one of the stalls. He sat her ass on the closed toilet-lid and as a final act of defiance, he tossed the money he promised her all over her cum-stained body. Much of the money sprinkled onto the floor, but at least half of it stuck to her dark skin where Greg's cum acted as a glue.

With that, he left to head back to his closet. He needed to figure out a way to get the stink of her perfume out of his sanctuary.

>>201251

Paranoia spurned one final up and down sweep of the hallway - she never allowed herself to grow comfortable, and the creeping suspicion that this would come back to bite her continuously gnawed on the back of the mind. Unfortunately for her, the glassy-eyed expression of ecstasy Yuzu made upon cleaning her fingers wasn't something she could let slip unmolested. Alone in the moment with nothing but wicked thoughts, she even went so far as to draw slick tongue between her lips like some predator. She turned on the spot as it disappeared back inside her mouth, tracing the very same steps as her student and stopping only so long as it took to shut the door. But what really did that mean? Anyone could open it up, and anyone could stand at the thin window to peer inside to see what they were up to. It was that thrill which saw her thighs clenching together as she came to a stop, standing before and towering over the first-year. After a stern moment of simply staring, her voice rang out with authority. "What was that you were saying, Miss Takenaka. A stranger cornered you on the train?"

A step, followed by the echo of a heel as it rapped the tiled floor. She followed with another, and as many more as it took to have her trapped against the blackboard. Silence fell once more, and an outstretched hand reached to lay flat against the board beside her head. Without saying a word, she reached for the same leg as before with her left hand and slowly crept along, this time venturing the entire length of the inner thigh. It wasn't until that pair of fingers were nestled upon the slickness of her mound directly that she actually sneered and traced the length of the slit, careful when removing her hand so as to not let any of the cum or that slick nectar ruin her floor. As before she held it between them, fingers jutting out towards her chin and parallel with the ground. Occasionally they would spread apart, and her thumb would dip to smear the obscenely thick glob around the pads of the other fingers and down long, slender digits. She wouldn't be forcing her fingers this time. "Clean up your mess, Miss Takenaka. Then you can tell me what he did to you."

>>201448

Where Allyson's predatory nature began to stir, Yuzu was the very image of prey, of a cornered bunny being stared down by a hungry wolf… Or perhaps cougar was more apt. Every click of the teacher's heels against the floor sent the girl's heart fluttering, made her tense up, breath quickening as the woman drew closer and closer. Yet despite her nervousness she didn't try to flee, a mixture of intimidation and raw arousal keeping her MOSTLY rooted in place, only moving as she was pressured closer and closer to the wall behind her.

Her back arched, hips thrust out as the board's tray prodded into her from behind. Her soft brown eyes shimmered behind her glasses, flickering with a mix of fear and excitement as the older woman looked down upon her, questioned her, their tone earning a sharp gasp and a squeeze of her thighs as she braced herself against the wall, "Ah-ahhn~!" She moaned out, unrestrained, clearly not harboring the same fears of being caught as Mrs. Katz did, especially not she felt those fingers resume their probing and prodding. She squirmed and whimpered and whined as they teasingly dragged along her lower lips but never seemed to fully make the plunge, simply gathering up another dollop of what incriminating evidence from her previous indiscretion remained.

She gave a shaky nod as the hand was presented, gingerly reaching out and grasping the woman's wrist and craning her neck as she pulled it down. Wet slurps, muffled coos, and wavering moans quickly filled the classroom as she diligently cleaned Allyson's fingers as if she was being given the most tasty treat in the world, glasses nearly fogging up as a rosy pink began to spread across her face and down her neck, "Nhahh… He… You see…" She began between eager slurps, "It was really crowded and… Ah-mph… And we were pressed up really close so he… Nhh… He grabbed my butt, squeezed it… And when he realized I wasn't wearing panties I felt him getting really hard and well…" She trailed off as she finished licking the teacher's finger's clean, a momentary look of dizziness crossing her face as she tried to recall all that had happened, saliva glistening on her chin and the corner of her mouth as her lips curled up into a dopey smile.

"I unzipped his pants and let him fuck me right there… And then after that I was so worked up that we did it a few more times in the station bathroom!" Her eyes were gleaming, her free hand having made its way down between her legs as she was talking, hiking up her skirt and brazenly plunging a pair of fingers into her damp, needy slit, a symphony of squelching schlicks quickly coming to replace her eager slurping, "Like… Maybe two or three times? Maybe more? I just know he was super exhausted when we were done!" She seemed almost proud of herself, momentarily forgetting who exactly she was gushing her tale to, and seemingly oblivious to how much deeper a hole she was likely digging herself regarding her absence from class, "He seemed really happy though, kinda wish I had gotten his name, poor guy kept complaining about his wife not putting out like I did and sometimes he'd get super heated about it and start REALLY slamming into me!"

>>201435

Learning her homeroom teacher's name had elicited no strong reaction; at least not any that the admittedly distracted receptionist could read. But as she lean into the island between them, idly nibbling at her lower lip as she filled out paperwork and signed her name a dozen different times, Kikyo stole glances at the name atop her schedule, just out the corner of her eye. She'd said Mister, hadn't she? So what was with the Haruka part?

"Done." The teen barked, pushing back the paperwork until it'd practically fallen over the raised surface and onto the older woman's desk. She was already stepping back, hand raising up to give the strap of her bag a tug, when the academy paper pusher cleared her throat, raising her eyes from their scrutinizing to narrow them upon the dark-haired girl's frame. "Collar." She tapped her own with the end of a pen for emphasis, curt and cold as before; but Kikyo took the message, nostrils flaring as she tugged each straight before whipping around and out into the hall.

Grown-ups.. what a pain in the ass. Still, she had her schedule and an excuse to wander around for a bit. Ditching outright could come later; but for now, she'd go and make good on the receptionist's suggestion. If she was in a classroom, even if it wasn't the one she was supposed to be in, nobody could hold it against her, right? Sure, that made sense. Sense enough for her, anyways; and with that flimsy excuse, Kikyo headed off. The journey before her was as short and uneventful as she'd hoped, save for the strong stench of a passing.. something. A fast glance away from her schedule brought only the quickly fading outline of the janitor's back, however, and with it, a little less unease. Oh, well, that was fine then. Custodians could sometimes smell like squid, she supposed.

"Yo..~!" Came the call of forced excitement as Kikyo forced herself through door or doorway - depending, really, on whether Masamoto had left it open or not. Whatever happened to be the case had little bearing on what she found inside: a man with a mug and a mess. All too likely, she was impeding on his down time; and with bags like those beneath his eyes, her homeroom teacher certainly looked like he needed it. Yet she acted with disregard that had become typical of her, leaning into the doorframe once their eyes met in what must have seemed a show of informality or disrespect - in actuality, however, Kikyo was only taking a bit of weight off her knee. "The lady up front told me to come here." She couldn't exactly interrupt her next class, so with time to kill, it looked like Haruka was stuck with her. Lucky him. "It okay if I come inside? I actually wanted to talk with you about some stuff." She'd make an excuse, maybe even limp or flash a bit of the scar on the inside of her leg - a preemptive strike in Kikyo's ploy to get away with doing as little as possible during her high school tenure.

.. And to that end, she certainly looked the part. Her blouse was lightly wrinkled and untucked. She'd fixed her collar, but the thin, dark hair around her face was lightly mussed. The wrap around her knee aside, there really wasn't all that much that stood out about the dull-eyed girl - save for the mole beneath one, or the slightness of her build, perhaps. In boy's sports, building mass and stamina were oft key; but she'd always geared herself towards activities that utilized her legs: running and gymnastics, chiefly. She'd burned more calories than she could keep on, blooming late as compared to, well.. the cacophony of busty girls she'd soon call her classmates.

It hadn't been much of a problem in middle school.. a few degenerate faculty or classmates wouldn't change that, right?

Thanks for the kind words! I may as well take you up on that offer, no?

>>201436

Ichika awoke gasping for air. Half dried cum splattered the walls and drooled down the edges of her lips as she let out several wet coughs. Her vision was a bit blurry and battered pussy was aching from the serious pounding that Greg unleashed on her. Moving her body slightly caused a cacophony as the stained bills hot glued to her body crinkled against her skin. With the most dainty and cautious touch of her fingers she peeled a bill off from her breast. It sounded like removing a sticky bandage. Her eyes widening with excitement as she looked at it and then down at herself and her surroundings. The entire floor stall was littered with cash and she wasted no time in collecting what was hers. Nearly slipping and busting her soft ass on the smooth tiled floor.

Counting up all the bills she could find she was pleasantly surprised to see that all the money was there, granted more than a bit creased to say the least. Guess there were a lot of things you could call Greg but she never thought he'd be honorable. As she pondered whether or not it was good to judge a book by its cover she was met with the horrifying sight as she opened the bathroom stall door. The cover of her book looked like it belonged in the trashy thumbnail of a lowbudget porno. Makeup so messy, smeared, and heavily caked on she may as well have been called "HoeHoe The Clown." She let out a sickened groan as she picked up her bag that Greg so thoughtfully left behind outside the stall. Getting to work scraping off the makeup and dried up semen that covered nearly every surface of her body.

"… the fuck happened to my underwear?" Her panties were torn to shred so she wasn't particularly worried about what happened to them but her missing bra was a mystery in of itself. Worry gave way to apathy as exhaustion overtook her once again. Oh well, if someone finds it in the middle of the hall that's their business. Not like she didn't have several more pairs just like it. Scrubbing all the remnant makeup off with alcohol pads and water, trading her dirtied clothes with her far less filthy gym clothes. Getting one final look at herself in the mirror she looked downright frumpy and normal. Not ugly by any means but nowhere near the fashionista persona that she prided herself on.

The school day wasn't close to being over just yet but when did that ever stop her from playing hookie? Between the hall monitors and the teachers that were probably roaming the halls going out the front door seemed impossible. Instead climbing out of the bathroom window, her hips nearly getting caught in the small frame. Looking around to check if the coast was clear before tiptoeing her way off the school grounds. She'll stop by the phoneshop on her way to home to spend her hard earned cash, besides she got a discount because the owner was one of her customers. She'd text her sister the deets later on.

Overall she'd count today as very productive!

>>201314

'omg sensei it's only the first day you animal!!! be there in a minute （*´▽｀*）'

And here Mariko thought she'd have the most boring first class ever! Her big sis was probably chilling with some cute boys in her class already. At this rate, Mariko'd have to drag off some disgusting fatty for the opening ceremony. Eugh, and after summer vacation he probably spent all his money on manga or some stupid piece of plastic. As if hot gluing something like that would be twice as good as hot gluing the real thing! She'd even do it for ten bucks in the school bathroom, prostate massage included free of charge. With first period spent in the bathroom smoking, she hoped the waves of students moving to their next classes would cover up the smell. Though really she had to thank that delicious smelling >>201459 glasses girl following their homeroom teacher into the classroom. The stink, and it was a very real stink, of pent up, divorced businessman discharge made Mariko's eyes roll up in the back of her head and squirm. Really, she wanted to ask her for the scoop on the hottie who pumped her guts like that. And how fortunate she was to pass >>201436 the janitor for a second time, sans the mysterious cart but with twice the sweat. She really did have the same smug look as that tan, makeup layered gal.

"Hey again, fatty! What're you doin' outside the girl's bathroom, huh?" She jabbed a finger into his gut and pulled it back with mock disgust. Ugh, nasty! Dude was like, totes covered in sweat and stuff! If it wasn't for that same body spice Mariko got a whiff of from that slutty glasses girl, she'd probably step on his foot and spit in his eye. "When it's payday, make sure you come and see me. How's that sound, huh? Disgusting old men like you have to pay up, I know you're not going home to a wife. I'll do things your imaginary wife wouldn't even dream of. As if you could afford it, though.~" Sisters in mindset, too. She didn't really WANT to fuck the janitor, but high school boys couldn't support a healthy shopping lifestyle. Grownups had to get involved, and who'll listen if they cry first? The fat, ugly janitor or the cute, adorable, never told a lie in her life gal? At least she was nice enough to give him a free sample: leaning over, hand on her waste. Those cutesy bracelet charms jingled while she stroked and pumped some invisible dick right in front of her face. Her tongue lolled out, begging for that first ten dollar load to blow out so hard it smashed the back of her throat before she even swallowed. "Heeeeh. Seriously, cheap fatties should just go die."

Just a minute turned into fifteen before the counselor's office finally filled up with the smell of gal. And really, what a smell it was. "Heeeeey again, sensei!" The delinquent voice of rolled consonants turned into the light, airy, doesn't even have to pay for a fuck voice. Her fingers were a glittered up rainbow when she first waved to the PE teacher. This was her second time meeting him in person at the behest of her big sister. And lord did she know how to pick them! Muscles that could choke a girl right into heaven lift the gal one handed. "So how'd it go with Takeru, huh? 'Cause, like. I'm friends with a friend who's a second year who's friends with Takeru-kun's childhood friend, and they were all totally saying he came out crying. But like, you got the picture right?" Shingen already knew the plan from the start. An innocent invite out to karaoke from his girlfriend. Ichika told him that he had the day wrong and that he should go tonight. Sitting alone in a karaoke booth would be bad enough for the swimmer, but his girlfriend broke up with him the next day. "Oh my god, you should have like. Seen the look on her face! She got all pale and clammy, it was super disgusting. And she started crying, and I think she threw her books at him and then she ran away. She's such a drama queen, like honestly. What does he see in a girl like that? And he totally wouldn't like, fuck me!"

This was their first meeting too. Once she got her name out, the doors never closed. "Like in the picture I'm not wearing panties and he was getting hard, and I was all like. 'I'll be your new girlfriend, Shouya.~' 'Cause guys like it when I use their first name. He must be gay or somethin' cause he didn't even get it up. At me! Can you even fucking believe that, sensei?" It did work, on some level. Her worth stretched as far as the amount of answers she got right on the entrance exam. Maybe twenty, since the boy sitting next to her was way too cute to not drag off to the bathroom and snap a few blackmail pictures of. Figures they wouldn't even be useful, since they both missed the second half of the exam. "They were gonna break up anyways, I dunno if you needed me. I mean, look at this!" A phone covered in tacky pink rubber flashed out. "Your prized swimmer's packing! A shitty four eyes like her probably couldn't even tug him without breaking a nail."

>>201479

Closing his eyes offered a tantalizing reprieve, dangerous in excess with most of the day still to go. Coffee in hand he leaned back in his seat, letting the cup warm his fingers; a few shouts flitted through the window from early PE exercises in the yard. Even a moment's peace was a thing to be prized, and he let out a contented sigh as the next sip burned its way down his throat. So far so good, he thought, his mind already on lunch. Break each day down to chunks and take 'em one at a time, suddenly the school year doesn't seem so daunting. Whatever it took to hold together just a little bit longer.

Tired eyelids fluttered open as he heard approaching footsteps, and he managed to right himself in time to look alive. A cheery "Yo..~!" was low on the list of things he was expecting as the door slid open, the girl in the still image appearing through it in the flesh. Clicking away from her profile, he set his coffee down and rose to face her, his tone deep but welcoming. "Ahh, Futaba-san! Please, come on in, have a seat. I just got the notice."

At a glance, Kikyo was the poster child for tomboys everywhere, trim figure and brusque, no-nonsense attitude. The details complicated the picture, however. If her athletic dreams were behind her then she hadn't given up the exercise entirely, despite the knee wrap and the way she leaned on the door frame. Mussed hair and slightly askew clothes spoke of disdain for protocol, nothing worth cracking the whip over. More telling was a dullness to her eyes, a fatigue both physical and mental. Despite her young age, she had the look of someone who had seen and been through a lot.

All that said, she possessed a peculiar charm, not trying to be cute but still in the neighborhood. He related to that fatigue, at least, to looking and feeling so tired, as if from life itself. The least he could do was help her catch up with minimum fuss.

Haruka pushed a red folder marked with her name across a bare patch of desk, sliding it towards the student. "Thank you for coming. Don't worry too much about today, just syllabus handouts and a quick outline. You'll find everything you need in here. Good reading material if you need to fall asleep." He couldn't resist the jab at himself, allowing a brief chuckle before facing her directly. Nodding to her favored leg, he said, "I also understand you have a medical issue, and we'll do our best to accommodate. Just let me know if you require anything special, or if you know in advance of any pending absences."

His hands folded in his lap and he regarded her with an easy smile. "So, what can I do for you?"

>>201459

Allyson was for a fleeting moment left shocked, watching the girl become lost in her fantasy and begin so shamelessly masturbating. Just what had she seen in her years watching these halls, to make this business as usual? It was the reason she could retain her composure, and still offer a murmur or nod among pauses in her story, always with a raspy and seductive voice gently insisting she continue along. For as much as she cared about her students, she felt her true purpose was in fostering degeneracy whenever the opportunity arose."I understand, Miss Takenaka. I thought you may have had them stolen, but you stepped on that train with purpose." With the way she was becoming so lost in the moment of retelling her story, Allyson found she could do almost anything and get away with it. For now, she simply clutched the young woman by her jawline and let the pad of that thumb gingerly trace the shape of her mouth, pulling down upon the plush swell of the underside and peeling her way back up to fold in an arc over the top lip as well. There was no sense in masking her predatory nature when this poor thing was on the verge of collapsing. "You were hoping someone would notice and take advantage." The way she chided in that overly erotic voice, it was meant for nothing more than sending chills up her spine. For the first time her face disappeared from view, allowing their cheeks to touch together so she could have lips settled near the right ear and whisper. So every word was accompanied by the warm caress of breath washing over. "Is that the type of person you are? Did you wake up this morning, hoping to be raped by a married man?" There was a moment when she fell silent and only the shallow panting of a masturbating student filled the room; within that moment she was afford enough time to bring her hands together and gently slip open several buttons on her brand new blouse. With such inappropriate amounts of cleavage now on display, Allyson couldn't help but offer a pair of fingers and trace down that deep crevice. "This is more fitting for someone like you. We don't wish to give the impression you're anything but a whore."

Allyson glanced away and touched a finger to the edge of her glasses while glancing up at a clock hanging from the far wall. So short on time already. With a tsk of disappointment clicking off her tongue, a newfound sense of urgency hurried a hand between those thighs a final time, scraping against their insides for whatever cum was left to ooze out of her pussy. What she returned with and showed off to Yuzuki was of still surprising excess, and while she teased with the prospect of again making her eat from those fingers like a dog, they were promptly turned towards her own mouth and scraped clean. Upon the surface of that tongue she piled enough of a load that it barely fit, but it wouldn't remain there long. The hand that still held onto Yuzu's chin tightened, urging her lips apart; just enough so that when she dipped down and helped herself to an overly aggressive kiss, that tongue could squirm ahead of that embrace and dive into the center. And thus this poor student, already fuzzy-headed and struggling, was subject to an overwhelmingly intense kiss. One that was made all the more depraved by a tongue that coiled around her students and shared in that moment the cum of some miserable bastard. She bled away what time they had before the next bell locked this way, her much larger mouth retaining all control and engulfing entirely that mouth, drawing closed with a distinct and slurping pop before they widened and it started all over again. For those remaining five minutes it was nothing but the smacking of lips, and an occasional pant that managed to escape. Only the harsh sound of the bell saw her promptly break free and stretch slowly back, all to appreciate the strands of saliva which remained clinging between their lips. "You'll be late, Miss Takenaka. Best you be on your way now."

>>201542

The hand that again held* Whoops!

>>201518

She'd come like a good, obedient girl - it was everything she wasn't, at least not anymore; but her teacher answered as was appropriate for the sterling presentation. She could have done without the formality or (literally) tired jokes, but that was neither here nor there. There were intricacies of their future relationship that had to be laid bare. Before the year really got rolling and she moreorless began to blend into the crowd, Kikyo had to make an impression. When she didn't show up, when he heard rumors, or saw her lingering in places she shouldn't be, she wanted the seed of an excuse already in his mind. She wasn't loitering under the bleachers, she was just doing what a half-crippled teenager ought to to ease the tension on her knee.

That was.. more or less the plan up until the point she'd pulled a seat up to his desk and settled down, the mostly-empty bag slung over one shoulder sliding down onto the wood below with an indistinct sound. While her fingers nudged the manila envelope closer, her teacher, Masamoto-sensei, continued to prattle on. For a moment she mistook it for the same type of two-faced guidance she'd received only minutes before - adults were notoriously persistent about that, even during the days where her leg wasn't so feeble she could barely sprint. But between the jokes and the smile of a man who would have been handsome if not so weary, there was something like concern. No, not just that - she was being coddled. There was a generalness to his speech, a lot of throwing around of words like "we" and "our," but something was grating at her nerves, regardless. Her teacher thought she was vulnerable; and just because she was, just because she exploited that belief each and every day, didn't mean Kikyo enjoyed for one second facing it.

"Oh, this?.." The corners of her lips practically quivered under the weight of her forced smile, one hand dropping from the surface of his paper-littered desk to rub tensely at her wrapped knee. "It really just effects my morning routine and getting around.." She was fucking up her entire plot and she knew it! How easy it would have been to play along, to accept her role as a weak girl and earn a bit of the leeway she so desperately wanted! Broken as she was, however, there remained just a sliver enough of determination to see Kikyo's back to the chair and her foot lifted gradually off the ground. Once, she'd been able to put her toes behind her head - now she grit her teeth even to lift them to the height of Masamoto-sensei's desk! Her knee wavered as she cursed herself for failing to take physical therapy seriously, but she'd done it. With a bead of sweat upon her brow and a hearty sigh, Kikyo flaunted her accomplishment as a feeling which had for months been a stranger to her welled within her heaving chest: Pride.

(1/2)

>>201580

>>201518

"See? Not a big deal at all, Sensei." She was bluffing, of course. The muscles in her thigh were pulsing in ways she'd not felt in months. A twinge of pain kept her body tense, and her attention not as acutely focused on the history teacher as it ought be. Or what should have been obvious, given the fact she was in a skirt. From his side of the desk, he could see her loafers, her white socks as well as the black compression tape around her knee. The back of her leg followed, naturally, leading into the soft curvature of a thigh that had lost hardly any plushness for her laxed physical regiments. Were she in panties, he'd have seen them, too - wrapped snugly around the flare of her hips and the tight globes of her partially exposed butt, no doubt; but in spite of giving up on her dreams, Masamoto's impressions had been right on the nose: Kikyo was a tomboy, through and through. Who else would think to wear bike shorts when they had no intentions of running? Spandex clung to her like a second, black as tar skin, reflecting a dull shine under the harsh fluorescent lights up above. A moment to catch her breath allowed Kikyo to push herself further, leaning forward to wrap her arms around the outside of her shin. Her face soon followed, that signature mole soon sandwiched between the top of her thigh and the cheek it adorned.

A depleted tomboy with a bored expression certainly didn't fit everyone's standard of cute; but somehow, Kikyo had worked herself into a position where she was trying to be. Her mind reeled as the realization dawned that she'd in one gesture foiled her own plans! What the hell was she supposed to talk with him about now? Think, Kikyo, think! And without another hitch, it was back to her original plan. "What I said before, though, it really is true.. When I wake up is when the pain's the worst. Sometimes, I can just lie in bed for hours.." She drolled on pathetically, head tilted across the surface of her thigh, dark eyes wide and doe-like in their search for empathy. "I mean, I can't help it if I'm late from time to time, can I? I know you'll' understand me, Sensei - I'm just worried that word'll get around, that I might get punished for something I can't help. If you could do anything to, y'know.. protect me, as my teacher, my parents and I would be so' grateful."

Apologies for the length.

>>201581

>>201580

Haruka was well aware of the detachment in teacher-student relations, an unavoidable layer of abstraction that separates every word. The student knows the teacher has to say certain things, and perhaps even believes in them, and the teacher knows the student is picking and choosing what to hear. The medical talk was disclaimer at most, but there was a hint of a bristle at the offer; a subtle hostility to the idea of being coddled, despite Haruka's intentions. It was plain as day that Kikyo had something more important on her mind than sterile classroom arrangements - and that she seemed to have something to prove.

What he doesn't expect is for her to start lifting her leg up above his desk, defying her well-documented injury in a remarkable display of flexibility. There was awe in the spectacle, of course, a silent allure as she displayed her long, shapely leg. What she lacked in overt femininity, she more than possessed in athletic grace, a confidence to her motion that was undeniably attractive. He couldn't stop from enjoying the show a bit too much, drawn in by the sudden intimacy of the moment, though the more perceptive half of his mind noted the bandaging, the scars, perhaps a faint tremble around her injury. He blushed and swallowed nervously, tearing his eyes away, but not before he picked up on her choice of underwear. Such a limber girl mere meters away couldn't help but fuel the imagination, and he cursed himself under his breath for getting lost in illicit thoughts.

The shift in her poise was inexplicable, as if realizing her demonstration gave lie to her claims of injury. As she leaned forward and looked up at him, doe-eyed with feigned innocence, he realized he had never felt so uncomfortable in his life, a mixture of confusion and excitement that he found difficult to ignore. This was either a sting, an attempt at blackmail, or the oddest attempt at seduction ever aimed at him - and certainly the first by a student.

"Futaba-san… Kikyo," he said, letting the professional demeanor drop as he leaned forward onto his desk. The smile was gone, replaced with something odd in his expression. Curiosity, perhaps? The fatigue in his eyes seemed to vanish as he spoke. "I don't know quite what you're trying to do, but if this is some… means of trying to curry favor with me, I assure you it's not necessary. I've no trouble working around legitimate absences, so long as you're willing to put in effort when it comes to actual classwork. I suspect your injury will not keep you from studying history, even if you can't make it to class."

He paused, his voice dropping a notch as he searched her eyes, ignoring everything else. "If you want me to overlook more than that… then I am going to need a no-bullshit answer from you." The curse came out in English; it took a moment for him to switch mental tracks. In spite of it, his brow was knit in something close to genuine concern, his words soft and non-accusatory. Perhaps she did need help, even if her act carried more than a hint of exaggeration. "You were a star athelete. Might still be, from the look of it. I promise you, this conversation does not leave this room, so I want to hear it from you. What is actually wrong, and what do you want from me?"

No apologies needed, sensei can keep up!

>>201704

He'd seen through her; perhaps not completely, but enough to drop a kindly-worded accusation of currying favor. Flaunting the vestiges of whatever athletic ability she'd once had was easy to misconstrue as something more base, more dedicated to the 'look of her body, rather than its abilities. It wasn't like that discomforted shift in his eyes had gone unnoticed. Yet Haruka had proven himself in just a handful of words: he was bold. Far bolder than that kindly smile and fatigued demeanor would have led her, or just about anyone, she suspected, to believe. All at once, she wanted to smile and frown. It was troublesome to be sure, but a surprising, pleasant'' sort of development. He was still trying to coddle her, sure - but at least he wasn't above speaking his mind. Everyone these days was so gentle, so two-faced. The fakeness, or worse, downright pity, were annoyances in spite of her reliance on them. Such an enigma to want to exploit people while also finding them troublesome!

In the end, her expression had settled on something more middle-of-the-line. She didn't smile or frown, but the feigned innocence had receded. Kikyo instead righted her posture, fingers sliding down to roam across spandex and pleated polyester before touching to her seat and wrapping around its edges besides each hip. It was clear that her posture troubled Masamoto in some way, and as the minutes ticked on, Kikyo began to suspect less and less that it was because of some professional reason such as strain or injury. He'd been blushing - a teacher, 'blushing at the sight of a little leg! It felt weird to throw the accusation around, especially being a virgin herself; but it was just the sort of word she suspected a crasser student might use in this situation. Either that, or he simply didn't get much action, or, alternatively, he was one of those strange guys with a fixation on younger girls.

With all her silent judgement, Kikyo had almost forgotten to give an answer. For an almost painful duration of time, in fact, she sat in absolute silence, quietly avoiding his gaze. He wanted no-bullshit, even promised that whatever she said, it wouldn't leave "this room". Was he expecting her to spill her guts? To cry into his arms? As if she'd risk a life of minimal effort so easily! No, it was time to double down. He wanted due diligence in schoolwork. It was a reasonable expectation, and she downright unreasonable for expecting anything more. Yet simple accomodation was a far cry from what Kikyo truly wanted. So the tip of her foot slid from the desk's surface, trembling from exertion as it found the ground all over again, landing a little more heavily than before. This relaxed posture made moving that much easier, and it wasn't long at all before Kikyo was leaning forward, elbows upon his desk as she lean into its side. "It's like I said. I'd never lie to a teacher." Her stern expression almost made that believable. Over the last few months, she might've receded from interpersonal interactions considerably, but it'd given her some time to learn to lie. Lying to hide her feelings, her thoughts, or her intentions; it was useful, especially now. "My parents just expect so much from me, my coach keeps trying to say that I'll get better," None of these were untrue - they just affected Kikyo far less than the forced waver in her voice was intended to make him believe. "I just need someone to understand.. I really can't work that hard all the time. I missed the end of middle school, and I'm already working so hard just to learn to walk again." She allowed those words to linger, gaze averted slowly, thoughtfully, before it came right back around to stare into his own. "Sensei, what I need is a friend." A glimmer of excitement in those dark eyes must've made it seem like she was earnest in those feelings. In reality, Kikyo felt only smug satisfaction. Inappropriate glancing aside, Masamoto-sensei was clearly someone who cared deeply for his students. So, how could he possibly say no to such a request? To drive her point home - and to smother any questioning thoughts with an appropriate physical distraction - Kikyo's hands found themselves upon the desk, sliding forward and overtop her teacher's vulnerable knuckles. She'd never been so intimate with a man before; realizing just how much bigger his own were was honestly a little distracting.

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>>201725

>>201704

Not enough, however. Her touch focused, soft, lightly dampened fingers pressing warmth into flesh no-doubt left cold from the over-enthusiastic application of A/C throughout the classroom. "Friends help each other, don't they, sensei? I could help you, right back." This really was becoming some clumsy effort at seduction - as if anyone in their right mind would fall for a brooding, boyish first year! Yet the corner of those cherry pink lips still tugged into a smirk, as though they had just shared some sort of in-joke. "You said nothing leaves this room, right? You wouldn't lie, would you, Masamoto-sensei?"

God dammit, did it again. Double posting is ugly.

>>201929

His confusion, his interest, even her own inability to speak earnestly, it all boiled down to one thing: Pride. For months she had wasted beneath the weight of her feelings of self-pity and anger, til all that was left'd been a void; but that was far easier to contend with than reality. So the effect he had on her, his dopey charm, as she was coming to call it in the back of her mind, was getting to be a little annoying. She'd had therapists for both her mind and body ask her the same damn things - so why was it with a teacher she barely knew that it was different? Regardless of those questions Kikyo struggled with yet dare not ask, she waited on his answer with bated breath. If he only just agreed.. only just accepted that he could gain some small benefit from giving her what she wanted, then these tangled threads within her would snap.

Yet he surprised her, even then; what came next was something physical, sure, but not at all what Kikyo could have ever expected.

She felt him twitch beneath her touch, a fervent pulse echoed through the network of raised veins across the back of his hand. She didn't need to see him blushing to know that Masamoto had been tantalized. Had he acted in some crass manner, such as tugging her nimble frame straight across the desk and into his, she'd have not resisted. At that moment, she was more vulnerable than ever, more openly unsure than she'd have liked to let on. Her eyes trailed across his throat, to his chin, the bridge of his nose.. and then Masamoto moved, sliding his knuckles gently from beneath her palm. "Sensei?" She posed, the lower lip she'd so carelessly sucked between her teeth releasing with a dull, wet pop as she gasped. Her brow began to raise, her head began to cant, and a few dark strands of hair caressed their way across the plush curve of a youthful cheek. He was standing! And though her gaze darted to follow, she'd not been so quick as to find his touch before she'd felt it.

Right atop her head.

".. Eh?" Her attitude, her feigned need for him, even her pride, faltered. His palm had rested atop her skull and the mop of dark, unkempt hair above. She might've looked like a slob - might've cut it clumsily to shoulder length after sustaining her injury, too - but it was soft. His gentle petting smoothed the unruly mess beneath his hand, all as Kikyo's shoulder's gently trembled and she sat, no longer doe-eyed but a deer caught in the headlights, nonetheless. It took a moment to regain herself, to ignore the pleasant pinprickles running down her spine. The edge of a fingernail brushed the shell of a small, pierced ear, unintendedly or unconsciously tucking a thick section of hair behind it. The trance had been fleeting, broken with a sudden blink after that. What the fuck was he doing? That dampened lower lip wavered, joining its twin in a purse, first, then eventually a frown. "The.. hell' are you doing, Sensei?" He'd used a curseword first - far as she was concerned, using them herself was now fair game. Yet in spite of her complaints, it was not Kikyo'' to stop the petting. Masamoto himself carried that burden, permitting his touch to gently fall towards other, less awkward pursuits; all while flashing a playful smile, begging her not to get his hopes up.

In spite of that being exactly what she'd been doing.. In spite of the fact he'd been reading her like an open book even while begging for honesty.. Kikyo felt.. wounded. This guy was really starting to piss her off; what right did he have to be so damn sure of himself? She met his friendly demeanor - as well as that little something else with narrowed eyes. "I'll show you just how much I meant it." Damn right she would. It'd been months since she'd had a goal or anything to look forward to. Her mission now? To wipe that smug, sad look off Masamoto-sensei's face - and to punish him by embarrassing him just as much as he'd embarrassed her!

Of course.. for the moment, there was plotting, as well as two annoying little things called class and time. One was coming quickly, while the other they'd already run out of. So, Kikyo collected her bag and stomped her way back towards the door, ignoring the pain in her knee and the peculiar new lump in her throat. Once there, however, she faltered.. Hand upon the doorway, and with only a passing, passive glance across her shoulder, the brooding teen left her homeroom teacher with one parting thought.

"Aren't you the one who isn't being honest, Sensei?"

And with that, she was gone, soon to be lost in a sea of students emerging from the neighboring rooms.

>>201987

The door slid shut and he immediately began wondering how much of that had really happened.

Haruka's vivid imagination was a blessing and a curse, saddling him with a constant low-level paranoia at the many, many things that can go wrong. Suffice to say it had a field day with this. She was right; what the hell was he doing? He didn't have a good answer then - "Just trying to help, that's all," he'd said - and in the minutes since it made even less sense. Kikyo had made him more flustered in a minute, apparently on accident, than women his age had in years, not that any had tried recently. Had it been the taboo of the situation, an intimate moment with a student he'd seen as vulnerable, a breach of everything he was allowed to do as a teacher? Was it the mystery of finding out what made her tick? Or had she really just been that cute?

In spite of her complicated behavior, Kikyo's challenge had all the punchy appeal of an energetic girl being told she couldn't do something, and it stayed long in his memory as he packed up and left the classroom himself. "Oh yeah? Watch this!" he could imagine her saying, shortly before… well, he wasn't ready to fill in that blank yet, but his coat made a convenient barrier for a slight inconvenience below the belt. He'd always been sensitive to touch, but the mere act of putting his hand on that pleasantly soft hair had pushed buttons in his brain he didn't know were there. Had he also imagined the blissful look on her face, soon smothered her defiant attitude? It was real enough that he wanted to see more of it. More of her.

His next class came and went with little excitement despite the change in history subtopic; different song, same dance. The teacher struggled to stay on message however, dogged by the constant concern that he'd done something wrong (which he had, somewhat). It wasn't helped by the sense of actually being watched between classes. He thought he'd caught sight of a girl with a camera at one point, looking vaguely like one of his homeroom students snooping around, but he was in too much of a rush to make sure. The normal tactic of breaking the day up into chunks worked against him, the clock his enemy as lunch drew near.

"And before you go, just make sure you got a copy of the handouts. They'll break down the assigned reading for the next few weeks, and we'll want to-" Any further words were cut off by the blaring of the bell, something he usually beat to the punch. He gave a dismissive shake of his head and sighed, a chorus of chairs sliding out and bags being zipped up. "Nevermind, we'll go over that next time. See you all tomorrow!" Several bows and parting words came back to him. Bless their growing minds, a few seemed like they might actually pay attention this year.

Maybe she won't show up, he thought, though he wasn't betting on it; the look in her eye had more than a bit of fire to it. A few beads of sweat formed on his brow as he made a pit stop at the lounge to get his lunch. Polite waves to other faculty along the way only accented how wrong it felt, and how powerless he was to stop it. Stop what, he couldn't yet name. Maybe nothing would happen. Maybe she'd come in and they'd just talk, clear the air and settle into a normal, healthy teacher-student relationship. He didn't know what to hope for, but he knew better than to expect anything simple.

There was a right thing to do in all this, and it was to clear things up with her as best he could. Failing that, start the paperwork to have her shunted to another classroom, submit himself to disciplinary proceedings, eat the black mark on his record and nip everything in the bud before he got sent to the back of a long unemployment line. The tell was that he didn't think about doing this, even for a minute. She was right - he wasn't being honest either. He knew what he wanted to happen, and it terrified him. For the first time in years a girl had excited him, and as the door closed behind him he committed himself to waiting for her, not knowing what he was going to do.

He ate in silence, browsing and munching on a cold sandwich, ears sharp for approaching footsteps. Hopefully, no one else would actually need his office hours today.

Sorry for the delay on this, been a hell of a day; figured I could jump us ahead to lunch, feel free to fill in the space as needed!

>>201514

Oh my fucking God, she's legitimately ten times worse than her damn sister.

Beady eyes affixed themselves upon the girls own whilst a befuddled expression etched itself across his own expression, staring at the girl with nothing short of sheer amazement; wondering if she was actually breathing from how fast she was talking. Ears rang out with that incessant cacophony of a high-pitched squeak she called a voice, already feeling a migraine settling in from having to deal with both her and Takeru in the span of an hour. Fingers placed themselves across his temple, gingerly massaging the wrinkled patch to calm his nerves as he slipped deeper into his seat. Figuring she'd run out of steam sooner rather than later, letting him get a word or two in without actually having to shut her up completely. It'll all be a matter of time in the end. Or at least, that's what he hoped. Seconds turned into what felt like minutes of the Gyaru running her mouth off without pause, leaving the tanktop wearing teacher all the more irritated. Even lighting a cigarette did little to calm his nerves as Yoshiwara kept finding something or another to keep yapping on about until she finally brought him to the limits of his patience.

"Shut up." Were the only words he muttered out underneath his breath. Slowly pushing himself up onto his own two feet, shambling closer and closer toward the blonde; only for a single palm to jut outward. Rugged fingers latching onto her face. Tips applying more-n'-more pressure across either cheek as thumb and index sunk in past the layer of foundation to dig into the skin itself until he could feel her teeth through them; bitten nails raking across the flesh. Etching lines of chalk across the tanned skin while gathering up excess foundation underneath them. "Shut. Up." Guttural growls clawed their way out from the depths of his stomach as Shingen repeated himself more clearly this time around, narrowed eyes glaring daggers into the brats skull. "The deals off." He added after a short pause, every last syllable dripping with venom amidst that imperious tone of voice. Muscles growing tense across those hairy arms, slowly lifting the punk onto the tip of her toes before guiding her backward; lightly shoving her back against the door itself.

Hardly proper for a teacher to get physical with their student but . . . it's not like anybody can see them. The office is too far up for anybody to peek in from outside, the walls are thick enough to offer privacy for when actual counseling is done. Unless someone was already in the room with them, he was secure enough. Nostrils flared as they exhaled a waft of smoke down into the Marikos' face, the heavy stench of tobacco one would sooner find on a sleazy trucker masking away both her perfume as well as the light reek of his sweat. You were supposed to get them over each other for good you fucking brat. If I wanted to just drive a wedge through them and make both of them act like sad idiots for a few months, I could have got him drunk and hired an escort for less than what I had to pay you." Shoulders rolled into a shrug as he straightened his posture, dragging Yoshiwara across the wooden door; leaving her feet dangling in the air before pulling her in closer. Foreheads pushed in against one another as the other palm grabbed onto her throat for good measure. Smoke wafting up toward her face as the butt of that cigarette lightly pushed into her neck, heavy digits slowly squeezing that delicate pipe. "Don't fuck with me. I've got you in your damn class and helped you with that exam. Keep your fucking part of the bargain and get them over each other for good. I'm getting his ass drunk tonight at a party and I want you to be there. Seduce him, fuck him, make him fall for you. I don't care which you do as long as he completely forgets about his damn ex.'' Got it?

>>202729

>>202238

As he passed the time over lunch, Haruka thought back to the morning gathering, a typical start-of-the-year meeting that was mostly a more formal pep rally. After so many years the various school functions started to blur in his mind, but they did set the tone for the year and occasional details lingered in the memory. The irony of the principal's remarks, about 'a close relationship between students and teachers,' was not lost on him, and he shook his head before taking another bite from his sandwich. Call it a crazy hunch, but the confusion over what to do with or about Kikyo was probably not what she meant.

He wasn't proud to admit how often Yuuko herself had caught his eye. Tempting as it was to chalk that up to his bottled-up desires, a particular incident during the previous year's presentation kept her close to his more lurid fantasies. He'd had a pretty good seat for her part of it, and the blush she wore through most of it wasn't exactly subtle. Most had written it off as her powering through a seasonal flu (there'd been several masks on stage, lending credence to the theory) but she'd seemed to fidget and shift in a way that he had found suspect, and more than a little erotic.

Or maybe he'd just been captivated by how well she always filled out that blazer-and-pencil skirt combo. Regardless, he was ill inclined to investigate further; Yuuko was genuinely good at her job and was pleasant to work for besides, and for all his wandering eyes he did appreciate how hard she worked for the school. No need to rock the boat just because he hadn't gotten laid in years. Just smile, bow politely, be professional, keep the 'art appreciation' to yourself, and point the sex drive elsewhere. It was the best he could manage, and, up to today, he'd almost been comfortable with it. Figures it'd cloud his judgment elsewhere.

Further reflection was scrambled as heard what sounded like shoes clicking on tile outside, the steps light and controlled. Speak of the devil, he thought, an old song starting up in his head. "I'm a girl watcher. I'm a girl watcher. Here comes one now."

>>202238

Deep conversations with adults simply weren't something Kikyo had ever been capable of, even back in the day. Too stubborn, to emotionally sequestered, one supposed; but even so, her actions were honest. What the tomboyish firebrand refused to say, one could discern rather easily through the decisions she made. Perhaps that was why Masamoto-sensei had crawled so deep under her skin during their meeting, and then even deeper into her brain once she had departed. Through a small break in the girl's bathroom, to the first class she actually attended, she raked her brain. His mannerisms were sort of plain, and that tired look really should have detracted more from his attractiveness than it did. There was a good chance all the concern he'd shown had been fake, too. Yet there was one answer she lacked, one that kept bubbling to the surface of her thoughts as she dozed with chin cradled in her palm. Sweeping some hair behind her ear, mimicking the motions, even brushing her fingers along the flexible metal that held the crescent-shaped piece of silver flat to her earlobe, Kikyo couldn't recreate it - the feeling of that gentle, reassuring pat. Recalling it was enough to make her jump within her seat, internalizing a groan to think that even hours after the fact, that questionable little gesture was enough to throw her off.

Uhhg, she'd make that bastard pay! For putting his hands on her.. for making her feel strange! And of course, for doubting her convictions!

So it was that lunch time came and Haruka was left to munch awkwardly upon his sandwich - as though that might be enough to distract him from the aloof young girl who had sought to make herself a nuisance. The principal's speech was behind her, figuratively and literally. She'd ducked out sooner than she'd been allowed to, rolling her eyes as empty words of encouragement echoed through the door and down the hall. A close relationship between students and teachers, huh?

Well, at least on that front, she wasn't entirely full of crap.

"Yo, sens–" The door came up, was thrown open, more like it, and there Kikyo stood. A bag slung over her shoulder, her young features twisted into a look of frustration and confusion - it was like she'd never left. Her eyes narrowed on the paltry lunch offering her teacher'd set before himself in spite of the convenience store yakisoba steaming between her hands. She wasn't much better; but then again, she was a teenager. What was his excuse? "Tcch, I know you're not married, Masamoto-sensei," It was amazing how she could stick to honorifics while being so rude, but it was all a part of her old life and habits. Had to be. As she admonished, she moved, dragging the shaken door shut with her foot before treading along and planting her cup atop his desk. Her bag soon followed, housing a small menagerie of goodies that were clearly store bought. A can of melon cream soda and a roll of sweet bread. She tossed the latter across the desk in Haruka's direction before dragging up a seat and practically collapsing in it.

With the back facing him, of course, and her the plush of her chest sandwiched between the backboard and the boards that held it there. ".. But do you really have to eat like such a sad bachelor? If all you know how to make is coffee, you'll never get anywhere with women." Was she giving him life advice now? Was it a bit of revenge, critiquing his circumstances as he had hers, simply without the sharp edge? With Kikyo, it'd be hard to tell; thankfully, she'd decided not to linger long, draping her arm over her chair's backboard and her chin atop that. A hand hovered lazily in the air, working clumsily to pop the top of her drink while she waited for her drink to cool. "So.. even if my old friends actually went to this school, none of 'em'd hang out with me. So you're stuck with me for the rest of lunch period." She was being dismissive.. averting her gaze at the slightest thought of being anything but crass and judgmental; but she wasn't lying. There was a hint of loneliness, and for once, she was wearing it on her sleeve.

"So, what'd'ya wanna do?" Her eyes came to him again. Zap. Moment of vulnerability gone. "Feel like doing something yet?" Those knees braced so casually around the back of her chair and the openness of her thighs certainly couldn't be making things easy.

>>203106

Haruka hadn't been certain that Kikyo would return, but some part of him knew that particular set of footsteps belonged to her.

He tried his best to look natural as the door was wrenched open, practically slamming against the stopper. The first sight of her, however sent a fluttering through his stomach - that peculiar blend of anticipation and anxiety from being moments away from doing something wrong. Bag over her shoulder and a frown on her face, the girl's mood hadn't much improved from earlier, though there was purpose in her posture that hadn't been there before. She was here for a reason, with him for a reason. He wanted to know and dreaded the answer at once.

"Futaba-san, I didn't think you'd-" he began, swiftly cut off by her remarks. Of all things, the comment about being single got past his guard, the kind of thing a mother would nag about; his own parents had given up asking. He crooked his head to one side, unable to retort before she tossed a roll of sweet bread onto his desk and pulled a chair over. Figures she'd pair it with a quip, though the snack served to soften the blow a bit. He'd be more annoyed if she wasn't basically correct, whether it was an unsubtle jab or genuine advice. Maybe both, as it always seemed to be with her.

Lacking a good comeback, he picked up the roll and flashed her a small, quick smile, trying to hide the slight tremble in his fingers. "Thanks," he said simply, watching her lazily fumble with the top on her soda. The explanation for joining him came with little fanfare, new girl in a new school, and in a way it seemed like the most genuine thing she'd said since meeting him. "Well, you're the first person that's actually been willing to in a while, so I guess we're stuck together." Truth for truth; loneliness and fatigue was recognizable. He took a small bite from the bread, nodding his approval at the taste.

Truly, he felt bad for her. The teacher had her for company. She only had him.

"Still, it's not every day a cute girl brings me something to eat, so maybe things are looking up," he added. His sentences tended to be carefully constructed things, yet somehow 'cute' had snuck in there without him realizing it, his mental foreman presumably on his own lunch break. The dry tone made it easy to play off as a joke, but he didn't really try, more focused on how it reminded him of all the earlier discomfort. He had to force himself not to look, not to notice the hair begging for another ruffling, not to notice the way her parted legs wrapped around the back of the chair. He almost succeeded.

"Feel like doing something yet?" she asked, her eyes waiting for his as she took a good swing at the Gordian knot between them. That nervous energy wound tighter in his stomach, his restraint a winding coil that threatened to snap at any moment. Maddeningly vague and indirect, yet attractive and down-to-earth; god yes, did he feel like doing something. He hadn't been able to get the look on her face out of his mind, something close to contentment amidst the shock, and he felt himself barreling headlong towards something neither of them should want.

Scooting his chair closer, he leaned towards her, trying to search those eyes for more of that ever-elusive honesty. "Maybe," he muttered, and after a beat he slowly began to reach out for her once more - a last ditch effort to calm things or a desire to see that face again, he didn't know which. He just had to know more, had to know her, had to be sure. It settled again atop her head, delicately combing back a few tangled locks and clearing a spot of forehead. "But I want to know something first."

His gaze was curious, piercing even, but the bags beneath it still weighed him down. He, too, looked vulnerable, and hadn't quite realized just how close he'd gotten to her. "What do you want," he began, his voice slow, deliberate, paired with the gentle rubbing of his hand, "Kikyo-san?"

>>211237

The man threw his weight against the girl, knocking over several more glass vials which they were probably going to dock off his already abysmal pay. "Piss off! I don't need any gaw damn help, especially from some prissy little goody two-shoes!" His nostrils flared and the angry fat fuck rolled his hairy stomach forward, knocking it against Yuzu's stomach to knock her back even further while his naked, furiously hard cock poked just below the girl's belly button. The moment the dick touched down and felt the warmth of her skin, Greg's lips peeled into a creepy grin and both of his heavy hands landed on her shoulders to… well, keep her from running off. "On second thought," his hands moved down the girl's shoulders and both thumbs hooked into the insides of her open cleavage, prying the top open with one clean jerk so those large tits popped free for his eager molestation. "Maybe you can help me with something!"

The chemical-lab counters provided the perfect ledge and once Yuzu's tits were popped loose his hands got to more important things, namely lifting her butt onto the counter and sliding the skirt up and thumbing at her hips to find her… complete lack of underwear. The horny, heavy breathing bastard stopped his assault for a few seconds with a confused look on his face, grunting, "The Hell? This some kinda thong or something?" A pair of chubby fingers touched down on Yuzu's pubic mound and what he found made that confused frown turn upside down - the fat fuck cackling so hard that his stomach shook! "Here I almost felt guilty about… hnf, fuck it! Let's just FUCK!"

Just in case she was a kicker, Greg squeezed her legs against his bulky body and hooked them as best he could over his shoulders to make sure they were 'out of the way', his glistening sweat-smeared body smashing down onto the counter with so much force that another series of glass beakers rattled to the floor and broke into a thousand pieces, but this time the janitor was in such heaven he didn't give a fuck! The moment the dick dug in Greg's mouth hung open and his weight did all the work of crashing his cockmeat through inch after inch of pussy tunnel, spreading her so deep his prick smashed onto her cervical ring before his insertion ceased. He gurgled while his eyes rolled back and jittery, reactive spasms from his stunned body made the thick cock quake while nestled in her tight pussy.

>>212027

Yuzu flinched at the sudden outburst, opening her mouth to apologize only to have the wind knocked out of her as all of Greg's weight bore down upon her, pressing her against the counter, easily pinned as even discounting his rotund nature the janitor easily dwarfed the trembling first year. She stared up at the man past tilted glasses, the edge of the counter digging into her back as he bore down on her, mouth moving silently as she tried to form words… Then in an instant she seemed to relax as she felt something hard, hot, and throbbing pressing into the soft, warm flesh of her belly; it was as if a switch had been flipped in her head, her own nymphomania amplified by the aphrodisiac, making her expression melt and her legs tremble, only held up by the man towering over her.

She gave a squeak, then a whimper as her blouse was torn open, the clasp of her bra snapping audibly as it became collateral damage to Greg's rough treatment, heavy tits bouncing into clear view for those meaty finger to squish and grope, still more than a handful even for a man of his stature, nipples already tightening into stiff, pink peaks, "Help you with something?" She repeated numbly eyes already starting to glaze over, only a surprised 'oh!' escaping her lips as she was suddenly hefted up, glass crunching faintly under her plump, skirt clad rear as she was unceremoniously plopped down.

Her heart was hammering in her chest, her breathing quickening as the man's hands clumsily moved over her body, taking no time in uncovering her not so hidden secret as those hefty fingers prodded against her already gushing snatch, a tiny whimpering moan rumbling her her throat as she bit her lower lip to keep from crying out, "Ah no, it's… I mean… Ahahh!" Her protests and insistent corrections of her lack of underwear died as quickly as they were formed as she heard the next few words from Greg's mouth, "Right, right, fuck me!" She moaned out without any hint of shame! Hell, the only resistance her legs gave as they hung limp from his shoulders was their attempt at spreading wide as he grabbed hold of them!

The moment he plunged in her eyes rolled up, back arched, her pussy CLAMPING down hard around him as the soft, velvety inner walls coiled around him. Her hips lurched forward to meet his, a faint outline showing in her abdomen as the fat crown BASHED against her cervix, sending her toes curling and a strangled moan tearing its way from her throat, "Ahahhn~. That's it, come on, harder mister Janitor~!" She cried out, not caring who might hear as her hips rocked and bucked awkwardly despite her position, that sweet, innocent voice of hers harshly contrasting the all too carnal words flowing from her plush lips, "Nnnf, come on come on come on, I'm all wound up now so you better take responsibility!" She urged him on as a wet 'slap, slap, slap' rang out with each buck of her hips, practically fucking herself on Greg's cock as he struggled to catch his breath and adjust.

>>213582

The fat brute moved his hands from the girl's ankles, tickling the surface of her aphrodisiac-drugged skin with his fingertips on their journey to those shaking tits. He put the pair into a tight cage of his cupped hands, dimpling the quivering titmeat underneath his thick fingers as he howled with lust. "God fuckin' damn you brats these days are all packing tits bigger'n pornstars, I swear on my non-existent wife and kids." He paused his ruinous, eager pussy pounding to tug on her nipples, putting much of the weight of her large breasts on just those sensitive nubs while he moved them so close they touched and got pinched together by his thick fingers. "Probably gonna grow up to be as chesty as that cold-eyed bitch of a teacher, huh? God I bet if she had a dick like this when she was in school she'd be a GOOD!" His thrusts began again, each landing of his hips to hers punching her cervix. "FUCKING!" The tight ring of flesh winked open wider while he bore into her, forcing the entire counter to shake from his furious pounding. "COCKSLUT!"

Among the crude, luscious sounds of sloppy fucking sounded the subtle squishy noise of Yuzu's womb being busted into once her cervical ring got pried open. Greg's hairy stomach slapped down on Yuzu's pubic mound at the same moment and the vibrations of the heavy landing resonated through the young girl's pelvis with such strength that it vibrated through her pussy until even her g-spot was pressured and 'squeezed' between the hot, churning vein-riddled cock. Greg's fat, puffy dorsal-vein only added to the sensation as the snaking pencil-thick protrusion on the 'top' of his prick see-sawed against the walls of her pussy. The bottom of her diaphragm got the brunt of the insertion when he bottomed out, lunging deep enough for his painfully sensitive ballsack to crack down on Yuzu's pale ass and push against the back of her babymaker.

The janitor gurgled and twitched, his mind going white while he flooded Yuzu's pussy with such a strong stream of cum that if he wasn't laying against her with all his weight his cock may have popped right out of her tight cunt! But pressed with skin to sweaty skin and forming a near air-tight seal, that warmth as first had nowhere to gush except through Yuzu's womb, tubes and even swirling around in her now cum-packed ovaries. The insane warmth was several degrees hotter than even a 'normal' load from the janitor making that belly warm to the sore as a subtle cock-swell turned into a cum-packed inflation through her womb.

Greg's eyes rolled back around to their normal resting place halfway through the sperm-packed orgasm, and he wasn't about to be a 'quick shooter', especially with that drug still pumping through his veins! "Don't even think this is over yet!" he howled, the tap in the sink next to them connected to a hose - the girl's tits finally getting released from Greg's hands as he snatched the hose and turned on the cold water, DRENCHING Yuzu's breasts underneath a stream of near ice-cold water. "Cool off a bit! Only reason I came so quick is because you're hopping around like some playboy bunny!" Her chest, her warmed belly and even her skirt got hosed down, the cool beads of water a sharp contrast to the hot skin and especially the hot cum swimming around in her pussy. Yet when Greg set the hose aside once more to get back to pounding, the first back and forth had that hot glue-like spunk spraying out from her cock-jammed pussy, splashing between their privates and clinging to her labia and his hairy black bush like a glue-bomb went off between them!

>>218012

He was a quickshot alright. That miracle drug working through his body sent him into machine-gun fire mode. Every other stroke he made through the schoolgirl's tight pussy had him clenching up and dumping several more loads into her cum-caked womb… and since his hips wouldn't stop they mingled together into a constant minute-long orgasm. The fat greasy fuck's eyes went blurry from how much protein he was pumping out and his body went into emergency reserves just to keep his balls from shriveling up into a pair of grapes. 'Thankfully', after the 20th orgasm in a row, the man's cock went fucking numb and while it spasmed and twitched inside her cum-sloshing pussy and it gave Greg a break from his eyes rolling back. The big man pulled out as the last hot spurts of cum flew loose and shot across Yuzuki's curvy body, the clingy loads reaching all the way to glasses where they fell against the glass and rims, connecting the girl's accessories to her big bouncing tits.

"Bah, I hate giving a brat what she asks for!" Shards fell to the floor when the baldy pulled her off the counter and held her steady and stood her up - pushing on her shoulders to have her bend forward and then giving a hard jerk to her arms to make her creampied pussy swallow that fat dick to the hilt. The standing doggystyle used no counter for support so those big tits had all the room in the world to swing to and fro while that thick ass got slammed against Greg's stomach. Through a few of his heavy ball-to-clit slapping thrusts he seemed hesitant about something, moving his fat hands across her hips and her thighs before pulling them back and returning those fingers to familiar positions.

"Hooooah, FUCK IT!" He lurched forward and snatched the schoolgirl's legs, wrapping his bulky arms around her knees as he yanked her into the air and parted her limbs into a wide V. With a huff and a puff the fat fuck moved his forearms and LOCKED those fat hands behind Yuzuki's head, trapping her in a FULL NELSON. He struggled for a few seconds, wobbling on his tiring legs… but as a second wind from that drug coursed through his veins he began drop-fucking her on the end of that rock-hard cock like his life depended on it! From the new position she could even watch her own cum-filled belly sloshing about with the weight of the several pint-loads of cum emptied into her, and Greg bellowed, "I'll pump you so full you'll be warm for a week!" For the next five minutes his body went into overdrive, spraying fuckjuices across the floor with the powerful pose keeping her legs splayed forward as every womb-pumping drop had the excess cum in her babymaker streaming from the sides of her pussy.

>>220024

Ichika felt like she was about to have an aneurysm. The vein on the side of her forehead felt just about ready to burst at the audacity of the situation she found herself in. After everything she just went through, after the loss of so much of her valuable and gorgeous clothing, after having her body violated by the human equivalent of a boar, after all of that was said and done she eventually found her way back to Greg's dinky little closet. And for what, really? Because the shitty SD card popped out of the phone when it cracked against the hard floor and she didn't notice it was gone until she was already at the phone shop. All that juicy blackmail that she had built up over the years was stored on that tiny piece of plastic and she'd be damned if she let it slip through her fingers that easily. If that wildebeest wanted to fight with her again she'd show him who was boss!

Rapping her knuckles across the door she called out for him, "Oi, Mr. Rapist, open the damn door!"

"M-Miss, are you still not at class? W-Why are you wearing your gym clothes?" The cracking voice of the hall monitor broke her from her tunnel vision. She swore on everything almighty beneath her breath.

"Can you just, like, FUCK OFF ALREADY!?" Her shoe whizzing past the young man's head as he ran away in fear. That little pansy was becoming a real thorn in her side, she'd probably have to deal with him later. Maybe after she makes him a man he'll stop being such a total irritation to her. After a few more knocks the slightly ajar door slid open on its own. Furrowing her brow she walked in, carefully looking around the darkened room for any sign of her past assailant. Muffled audio crackled from the old CRT's drawing her closer to them. Squatting down she picked the noisy one up and gave it a nice long look. Low quality moans accompanied the fuzzy image of Greg's grotesque body slamming into the tiny frame of a girl who was buried beneath him. Disgust curled the edges of Ichika's lips all the while something sticky and sweet began to pool up at the edges of her other pair of lips. Her womb aching for more as her tongue slid across her plump bottom lip. At the corner of the screen she could just barely make out the room number of the lab. Her fingers scrambled across the VCR towards the big red RECORD button, jabbing it before she made her way out of the room and towards the lab. The SD card could wait she figured, right now it was time to start setting some things up.

The halls leading to the lab were surprisingly empty, guess all the nerds and goody goodies were too busy with class to notice the gal strutting down the halls to her destiny. Standing defiantly outside the doors of the lab with a smirk plastered on her face and her hand on the door. "Three, two, one!" she mentally counted down as she flung the door open. Imagine the look on her face when her little plan to catch these two in the act ended up with a face full of aphrodisiac. The back draft of opening the door causing the settled glittery dust to fly wild once again. Its effects were instant and subtle for her. Eyelids drooping slightly as her skin flushed red hot, she almost felt drunk. Watching Greg go to town on the small girl, Ichika slowly walked behind them, trying to contain a small giggle fit that threatened to burst its way from her chest.

Placing a soft hand at Greg's large back she pressed gently into his flesh. Her other hand running down his fat ass cheek to cup his balls that bounced against the student's taint. Leaning forward her hot breath tickled at Greg's ear as she spoke. "Mr. Rapist, sir, it's not good to leave a girl begging like this. So do me a favor and: Break. That. Bitch! Punctuating her demand by slapping Greg on the ass and pushing her nubile breasts against him.

>>220024

>>222907

"Haa~?" Yuzu moaned out in response to the unfamiliar voice barely filtering through the ringing in her ears. Her face was beet red, hair a matted mess, eyes rolled back, froth and drool running from the corner of her mouth. With Greg's rough manhandling her glasses had tumbled from her face, smacking into the counter, one lense cracking on impact making it hard to see even with her eyes glazed over and all the blood rushing to her head. She craned her neck, struggling to peer over the bulky janitor's shoulder with his arms trapping her in place, the blurry form of a blonde haired figure wavering in and out of focus, "Ah… Sorry, was it your turn~?" She babbled in a slurred tone, seeming not at all put off by the fact that she was near literally being used as an onahole by the much larger, lust crazed man.

By now her fat breasts were hanging free, blouse bunched up and roll down her back, sleeves hanging down to her elbows. Her skirt had been lost at some point in all the fuss, and her bra lay in tatters on the floor, "Ah… Just one more go alright~?" She giggled back at Ichika, unaware of who it was and clearly too far gone to truly care as she weakly bucked and wobbled her hips, cum filled belly sloshing and wobbling with every move, her legs positively glistening with the mix of girlcum and thick, gooey jizz, every powerful SLAM from the Janitor earning another squeal and gush from her overstuffed, stretched wide pussy! Her whole body felt warm, tingly, yet every spurt of cum only seemed to make the inferno raging in her core climb higher and higher, ovaries CLENCHING as the mixture of rough fucking and the potent drug left her with the very real risk of Greg's seed taking root.

>>223900

>>222907

He was in such a trance that the girl's hands and voice didn't even register to him. He just took it in stride as one of the many tantalizing feelings running over his aphrodisiac drugged body… until, of course, his fat ass got smacked by that bratty bitch. He was so shocked by the swat to his naked ass that his full nelson grip on Yuzuki broke prematurely and she fell face first onto a - thankfully - glass-free counter… although the impact knocked another series of vials to the floor. Fuck, he was going to have a lot of explaining to do to the principal and the truth definitely wouldn't set him free.

"Who is the motherfucking BITCH that just signed her own death certifica- … oh, it's you. The FUCK are you doing here?" His pussy-slamming pace never broke its stride throughout his annoyed chatter with the familiar Gal. His supercharged nutsack sometimes interrupted his words with how roughly they smacked into the busty glasses-nerd's pubic mound. Yet he acted so casually and practically ignored the thick, perfect young ass constantly bouncing off his cock. "Can we ix-nay the apist-ray?" Of course the fat fuck would talk in pig latin. "I didn't pay you all that money just to run around bragging about it all day! Now c'mere! If you're so hot n' horny…" His dark eyes took a quick glance at her body, loving the change of outfit, instantly bringing a rush of perverted thoughts on his days perving on sweaty, bouncing tits in gym class. "Then c'mere and help ol' Greg finish off!"

As if he had the senses of a sage and the dexterity of a master craftsman, the horny bastard didn't even turn around and just swung his arms back, snatching the busty blonde's twintails in his fists before jerking the girl down to the floor to kneel behind his thrusting hips. With her hair in hand the next place the balled-up fists journeyed was back to Yuzuki's wide hips, jerking Ichika around once again until her face planted between Greg's shaking thighs to immediately get drenched by that pussy-slamming cock forcing their joined fuck-juices to squirt out the sides of her pussy. Those huge sex-caked nuts of his created a 'drain' for all of those flowing rivulets of fuck fluids, leading from the creampied pussy and now directly fed to Ichika's lips while the sex-crazed maniac wore her hair like a damn belt over those fat hips.

"One more she says!" he exclaimed, bringing his closed hand and spank-punching the glasses-girl on the ass, jerking on one side of the blonde's head forcing her ball and taint covered face to twist and grind onto the slippery balls. "As if a SLUT like you would be satisfied with… however many it's been!" Ichika got a 'front row seat' to the sixth act of Greg and Yuzuki's latest climax, the already overstuffed and sloshing belly so tightly packed with his huge jizz-loads that most of the fresh cum he pumped out squeezed out the sides of her pussy. The front of the blonde's gym uniform was completely ruined as the large dip in cloth where her cleavage was sagged down thanks to a pool of fresh cum forming there, and soon hanging ropes of spunk from his balls and her lips splattered into the pool as well.

>>224012

>>223900

Plush lips caressed against Greg's heavy sack. Drool and semen dripped from the edges of Ichika's mouth with every loving peck that she placed on the balls. Her tongue lapping up the feed of spunk and wrapping around his sack, cleaning it up with masterful precision. The thick and salty jizz took on an almost delicious taste as it mixed with Yuzu's sweet pussy juices. Glossy eyes trailed up the vein riddled member to where it pumped furiously into the soft girl's cunt. Ichika found her fingers between her legs, rubbing away at the wet clit beneath her gym pants. With her other hand she clasped her fingers around Greg's monster cock. Squeezing, pumping, and milking every last drop she could get out of that disgusting shaft into Yuzu.

Ichika couldn't take her eyes off the girl. Yuzu was an absolute disheveled mess caked in cum and sweat. Fair skin blushed red while in her bitch's heat. Thick thighs and wide hips that followed along a soft curve into a heavy bosom. A small stature topped off by a face that she couldn't help but find completely cute even in her drooling, feverish state. The girl was almost like a doll, a cutesy little toy, and Ichika thought she was lovely.

As Greg pulled out of Yuzu with a disgusting glopping sound she didn't even care that it slapped against her chin. Cradling the dick between her hands she placed her warm cheek against the twitching member. Running her soft, plump lips down the well glazed shaft all the way to the still dripping head. Wrapping her lips around the head and sucking deeply, tonguing at the slit of the glands, draining Greg of any left over that may be left. Swallowing the greasy concoction with no hesitation.

Within an audible pop as she finished up Ichika licked her smirking lips. A predatory glance shot at the breathless figure of Yuzu on the counter. Poor girl probably didn't even know what was happening anymore, she looked like she was in pure bliss. Standing up and bending over, the blond pulled down her stained sweat pants, presenting her voluptuous ass to Greg. "Come on you big lug and make yourself useful." Her words immediately followed with an enticing wiggle of her hips. She slid her arms beneath Yuzu's legs and propped the girl up. Her hands softly running up and down those pliable white thighs. Beginning at the knee Ichika kissed and licked her way down Yuzu's sweaty body. More than a small part of her annoyed at the fact that she wasn't able to mark the girl's body with her signature glossy finish. Finally Ichika's lips met Yuzu's bottom lips and gave the mound a loving kiss. The still oozing cum smearing and spurting out as Ichika's pleasant mouth pressed into the labia. Her long tongue snaking its way past her entrance to swirl her insides, cum and vaginal fluid seeping down her throat. With a thumb she rubbed at the hardened nub that was the girl's pretty bright pink clit. Ichika reveled every moment spent between Yuzu's lovely, trembling thighs. Her moans were enough to make her feel like her heart was about to burst!

>>224012

>>224019

The seemingly fucked senseless girl let out a yelp as she suddenly toppled forward, breasts smushing into the counter as she gasped for breath, the impact momentarily jolting her to awareness… Only for another HARD thrust to drag her back down - if not as deeply as before. She was at least aware of the girl beneath her now, of the faint tickle of her hair as she buried her face in Greg's heavy nuts. Of course, she WAS oblivious enough to not notice Greg's hand raise up, a yelp escaping her lips as it finally came down with a thudding SLAP, sending ripples through her doughy ass flesh and making her tighten up hard around him for a moment before going limp again with a shuddering moan.

When she was finally dumped off, she was left gasping for breath, the world spinning around her as she tried to get her bearings. Surprisingly, after the suddenly jolt moments before she seemed more physically exhausted than mentally, even if that fucked-stupid grin remained plastered on her lips the whole time. Of course, even if she was slowly regaining coherency in her thoughts, there was little she could do but squirm and moan as Ichika licked her clean of the - rather copious - evidence of her coupling with greg, back arching and twisting whenever she hit a particularly sensitive or ticklish spot.

Her brief moment of sanity lasted until the tan skinned slut latched their lips around her pretty, pink pussy, tongue probing at her battered, silken depths to greedily gulp down the greasy, sticky ball batter that Greg had dumped inside. Her back arched, breath hitched, nails scraped against the countertop as she writhed and moaned and bucked her hips against Ichika's ministrations, hazy brown eyes rolling up onces more as she pushed her hips back. The thumb against her clit was almost the final straw, a JOLT of electric pleasure ripping up her spine and sending shockwaves through her body as her vision went white, soaking the gal's face with her juices and forcing out a flood of dense seed from her very depths as her muscles contracted and clenched tight. The vibrations from the blonde's eager moans only drover her higher and higher as they resonated through overstimulated, hypersensitive flesh, setting off a chain reaction as one orgasm triggered another and another until her muscles finally gave out and she dropped again, laying face down in a puddle of her own drool as she struggled to pick up the pieces of her shattered mind.

>>224019

>>226153

His meaty hands attacked Ichika's gym shorts like a man on a mission, rolling her asscheeks around while the belly of his still-hard cock rest against her crack with a thickness so great that even her thick butt couldn't quite hotdog it. He was so enthralled with the gym shorts that even in his drugged state he slid his fingers to dig the fabric into her pussylips rather than pull them down, and perhaps some defiance in the blonde telling him to 'make himself useful'. "The fuck are these, anyway? As if a titcow like you could attend gym in this." Ironic coming from a fat fuck like him. "You'd have those breasts of yours knocking you out before you even finished a lap!" With a simple hook of his thumb to the crotch of her shorts, he moved them aside just enough for his fucked-numb cock to slide in - the old pervert howling with every inch of her pussy he reclaimed since their encounter yesterday.

'Only' half way in he looked down at what Ichika was doing and the sight alone was enough to drive him to another sudden quick-shot orgasm… and in the midst of it he saw Yuzuki's face and that again brought another helping - two loads in rapid succession draining his balls until they literally shrunk and shriveled upon emptying enough of his hot jizz to give as 'proper tribute' for the nasty mind-blowing erotic sight before him. Her womb, her pussy, and a Hell of a lot of their inner thighs got absolutely caked with the slow-flowing extra-thick cum, measuring in the pint-loads by the time Greg's orgasm was done. He was slowly coming down from that mind-drugging haze that the golden dust forced on him and the feral need to breed began to slip away to return Greg nearly to his formal self… which was more than enough to go another round because two highschoolers at the same time was on his fucking bucketlist.

The first balls-deep thrusts made Ichika's mouth slide away from Yuzuki's pussy even while the girl went limp from the stimulation, so Greg snatched up the blonde's head in a single clenched palm and shoved her face back into that creampied pussy like a bully giving someone a swirly. "That's right, eat up! If you're gonna be skippin' gym you may as well bulk up with a nice, thick protein shake!" His body was on fucking fire and so was the shaft constantly churning the fresh load inside her tight sex. The texture of his dick worked the sex fluids into a frothy, bubbly foam that gave their privates the appearance of being lathered with soap suds. A third orgasm ran through his body and by now Ichika could practically feel the fat man's heartbeat pulsing through his cock. It was the most the man worked out in at least a decade, and yet his lusts had him bending over to squeeze his free hand on Yuzuki's huge tits. Who knows; this could be the last time he'd get to feel up a highschooler if any goody two-shoes walked by!

>>226720

>>226153

A torrent of sexual fluids flowed into her mouth as Greg slammed Ichika's head into Yuzu's soft pussy. Her petite nose sniffing and twitching against her hard clit as her tongue was able to reach even deeper before. Scraping against Yuzu's insides, every small bump of her taste buds tickling and working against the sensitive nerves of her vaginal walls. Drool, pussy juice, and saliva spooled off into thick lines that slathered her face. Dripping down in long strings down her chin before bursting on contact with Yuzu's slick thighs. The girl's orgasm causing Yuzu to clamp her legs down around Ichika's pretty blond head, smothering her in those velvety thighs. Ichika's fingers sinking deeper and deeper into the soft flesh, feeling her own orgasm be worked from the lack of air and Greg's hardy pounding.

Toes curling from the surge of heat that she felt from Greg's massive throbbing cock. She felt almost shamed to admit that her pussy was already well trained for it. Opening up easily and accepting the vein riddled member with a flood of wetness. Like a form fitting onahole Ichika vagina wrapped around him in a comforting and familiar embrace. The tiny pleats of her pussy working in tandem to pressure his dick in the most pleasurable of ways. Hips lifting into the air with every thrust causing the gal to have to tiptoe in a rhythm in order to keep up with everything that was happening. Wordlessly she moaned, burying her shameful face into Yuzu's belly. Her womb opening up with a warm invitation for Greg's baby batter. That oh so familiar heat filling up her innards and expanding her stomach. The head of his cock slamming into the back of her canal, vying for what little space remained in her clogged cunt.

Tremors shook through her entire body as the shock of rolling orgasms came to a head. Clenching down around Greg's sopping wet prick in a series of rhythmic crunches. Ichika's ass wiggling and shaking as she lifted her ass higher into the air and pressed her hips harder against Greg's body. Jizz slogging off in large clumps down her silken tanned thighs as the entrance of her pussy was unable to contain it all. A strong blush overcoming her breathless body before, letting out a loud moan from the sexual euphoria that filled the room. She didn't care who would hear anymore!

Limply falling on top of Yuzu, Ichika snuggled close into the borderline unconscious girl. Her blond head finding a nice resting spot between those luscious breasts. A gentle hand went up to caress and finger at the curvature of the tit. The gal fondly enjoying her moment of sexual bliss.

>>226720

>>227065

Yuzuki's overdeveloped chest wobbled with each heaving breath, back arching as she squirmed under the assault of sensations between her legs. Everything ached a little, but it was that strange pleasant ache born from a long, hard night of screwing… All packed into… What had it been? An hour? Two? She couldn't tell, she hadn't been keeping track, and without her glasses reading the clock was something of a dubious prospect at best. The point was her body was tender, buzzing, and the feel of the blonde mischief maker rooting around between her legs like some manner of pig looking for truffles - while admittedly somewhat soothing after the vigorous slam-fucking that had left her plump ass and meaty thighs red and stinging - still left her a squirming, drooling mess thanks to how hypersensitized her body was.

Of course, the noises Ichika was making did little to help, between the vibrations they sent through her tingling, overstuffed groin and the sheer impassioned lewdness in her voice as it cut through the dull ringing in her ears. It made her hips buck and roll, thrusting upward in time with Greg grabbing hold of the gal and slamming her frace down into the raven haired first year's leaking crotch, earning a shrill, almost adorable squeal from the girl herself as a fresh gush of girlcum coated Ichika's face!

When all was said and done she could do little but stare at the ceiling, gasping and panting until the weight of the older girl suddenly fell upon her chest, fuzzy wisps of blonde briefly filling her blurring vision as she fumbled weakly about for her glasses for half a moment before ultimately giving up, slumping back sprawled out upon the countertop, only squirming weakly as she felt the gentle caress of manicured fingers against her oversensitive titflesh, "Mmhaa… Too good… Gotta… Again someday…" She murmured, a wide grin plastered on her sweet, youthful features.