All the smut you could want

by uzumakixxx

Just smut yaoi/non-yaoi/futa .

5. ch5

Meet and Grope

Student Bodies

Chapter 1

The new principal of Shujin Academy sat behind his desk, a larger and more imposing piece of dark wood than the previous administrater had worked out, though somewhat plain-looking. His name was Kei, and nobody at the school, not even the teachers knew how he'd gotten the job. Or why he and his secretary, a stern yet simpering woman named Akechi, had called four female students into his office.

The big man, in a red suit a little more flashy than a school official would normally wear was sat fairly high back in his chair, his hands out of sight behind the desk.

"Shhlrorp, shllurp, glack, glack, huurgh!"

Out of sight, but clearly audible was Sadayo Kawakami, her eyes almost blank, white pupils dominating and her irises tiny pin-pricks filled with lust. She'd been called in for a 'teacher evaluation' with the new Principal and now she was sucking cock just like a good call-in maid. With her wild bobbing, the top of her head would occasionally be visible, popping up into view in a blur of dark hair before sliding back down the giant, spit-slick cock of this hunky new man, and it gave her a naughty thrill to be used as a sperm receptacle with her own students in the room, and by her boss no less!

Ears clogged with the runny spit that had been smeared over her entire youthful face, Kawakami was unable to hear her students speak to their new principal, starting with the exotic looking Ann Takami.

"You told us you knew the principal before, Akira-chan, but you never told us he was sooo hot!" The blonde hopped in place a bit, her chest wobbling and bouncing, firm and large breasts that looked sinfully oversized for her otherwise petite model-thin frame.

The other gathered students, Makoto, Akira, and the girl who was just starting to attend, Futaba, all seemed to share Ann's sentiment. They favored Principal Kei with openly lustful looks, eyes full of attraction and readily-given, if inexplicable, respect. No one seemed to mind that his eyes roamed everywhere but their faces, and no one seemed to notice that someone unseen was apparently choking on what sounded like a length of wood equal to a baseball bat right in the office.

Akira, a dark haired girl slightly taller than Ann dressed in a very boyish (her only concession to femininity was a tiny black bowtie) uniform adjusted her shiny glasses at the end of her slender, aristocratic nose. Her other hand kept fussing with her suspenders, trying to get them to stay in place, but being fought every step of the way by her breasts, which refused to cooperate and be anything other than obvious in her tight white button-down shirt.

"Its...very good to see you again, Principal Shido. I am certain you will be an improvement over our previous principal."

Makoto had her her hands clasped in front of her waist, arms in a downwards 'v' that unknowingly pushed her breasts together and up. She wasn't as busty as the part-gaijin Ann, but the student council president had nearly as many male admirers at the school as the part-time model.

"Yes, I agree. I think you will be ahugeimprovement."

Makoto remembered working with the former, fat bald lump of a principal, having to endure his sweaty breath and obvious stares. She decided she wouldn't mind such treatment from Kei, and if he decided to get a little more "hands-on", well that wouldn't be the worst thing in the world.

If anyone had been looking at Makoto, they would have seen her usual, somewhat serious, studious expression replaced by one of extreme respect that bordered on outright devotion. Definitely a new look for the girl, but not exactly unheard of for Kei himself.

Next to the desk, was Akechi "herself", leaning over in a way that suggested 'professional' but, by sheer wild coincidence, gave Kei a sumptuous view of her hairless, smooth pale rump only partially covered by a pair of frilly pink panties. She spoke like the perfect put-together secretary, seeming to ignore the continuing choking, glottal wet sounds coming from under the desk.

"Yes, Principal Shido appreciates your support, and it is important that as the new...manin charge, that you all show him the utmost respect. He is a very busy man."

Nobody said anything as Kei idly lifted the already short skirt Akechi was wearing, tracing one finger lazily over the undeniably feminine cloth covering her perky, tight little butt. A tremble ran through Akechi's body and she took a moment to steady herself, knees bumping against the desk.

"So if he asks for your time, you are to arrive promptly and not to leave until he has had time to...mm...thoroughly discuss...deep matters with you. As long as it takes."

Quietly there was a voice from behind the three other girls, though the speaker was seated and thus difficult to see from the deal's position. It was the kind of soft hesitant voice from the kind of person ill-suited to speaking on account of lack of practice.

"A new secretary and a new principal at the same time? Do you work directly for Shido-sensei, Akechi?"

Kei grunted, seemingly answering this question in the positive. Though it was hard to be sure as his face wasn't looking in the direction of the question and his hands seemed busy with something under the desk. He was grunting with quite an awful amount of naked enthusiasm in any case.

Akechi answer was articulate, if no less enthusiastic. "Yes, I work directly forunderMr. Shido. We're very close indeed."

While not looking much older than a high schooler herself, Akechi's voice normally had a fairly rich cultured and mature sound. Only now had it gone up quite a bit in pitch, and she shook her head softly from side to side, soft brown hair tilting about her delicate features. "It's the greatest honor in my life, to serve-work for him, I mean."

Akechi put a finger to her chin suddenly, as though a notion had just flew into her head. "Oh, sir!"

With confidence that suggested it had at least as much to do with her looks as if did her professional abilities, Akechi strutted to the front of the desk. Her back was to the others as she bent at nearly a perfect right angle. Nobody else could say why she needed to be so close to speak to Kei, since she didn't bother to whisper. But nobody really noticed since they were too busy watching how Akechi's perky panty-clad bum rose into the air like an obedient dog's head looking for a stroke.

"Perhaps we should move things along, sir." Her voice was coolly secretarial again, though with an undercurrent that she was merely making a suggestion and wouldn't dream of actually telling Kei what to do.

"You do still have that appointment with Doctor Takemi later."

Some of the others were still wondering why Goro Akechi, whom last they'd heard was busy being The DetectivePrince, was dolled up like a secretary from a classy yet by no means clean adult film and acted more doting than most people's mothers.

Kei made another series of grunting noises, but promised his secretary he'd be around to see the "punky little goth piece of ass" in time.

He favored Akechi with a smile that was more like a leering smirk and then looked to the others. "Akechi is the perfect secretary. Very hands-on, such a good obedient little "boy."

Akechi looked like she was both undeserving and yet highly pleased with this praise. She blushed red like a schoolgirl and waved a modestly dismissive gloved hand, looking very pleased with herself to be acting like such a prize-winning "S" rank sissy.

Intending to keep things on schedule, Akechi waved them forwards.

"Please step up and introduce yourselves properly, so Kei-sama can be more thoroughly acquainted with you." She managed to sound, at once, both sickly sweet and quietly promising dire consequences if her instructions weren't followed

Ann stepped forward first, the other girls all looking somewhat peeved and jealous at this. The blue-eyed beauty's tits bounced with all the eagerness of youth, yet stood firm and didn't sag so much as a micrometer despite looking like they made up the better part of half of the leggy teen's entire body mass.

Ann leaned forward, her tits nearly draping across the surface of the desk as she propped herself up on her elbows, hands waving playfully at Kei, palms down and freshly manicured nails on display. "I'm Ann Takamaki, and its sooo nice to meet you."

Her eyes raked up and down his torso, eying his obvious musculature inside his well-tailored suit as she felt his own gaze focused like a laser on her tits-she hadn't worn her shirt buttoned so low on accident.

"You'resuperhunky, Kei-sama." Ann went on, one hand twirling with the end of her bold, brassy blonde hair, aquamarine eyes flashing as though she were a breathless, nervous teen. When, in reality, she knew exactly what she was doing.

Kei didn't give two figs if she was the most experienced slut in the entire highschool, or if she'd never even kissed a boy before. One hand coming up from below the desk, he leaned forward and the two began kissing, lips smacking almost loud enough to drown out the mucousy sounds of throat-fucking muffled by the thick wood of the desk.

"So..mmmph...handsome. Such a...man." Ann murmured

While everyone in the room reacted to this, it was rather a sedate grouping of expressions, with surprise being the least of the emotions on display. A bit of quiet lust, open adoration, and more than a little jealousy was written across the features of everyone else present. Even Akechi, who didn't look surprised in the least, still had a faint sheen of jealousy about her otherwise composed, professional office worker demeanor.

"Ohhh, you...unnnh...tahste soh good!" Ann said with a mouthful of Kei's tongue.

With loud, wet"mmphs"and"mwhwas"the pair openly made out, spit swapping, with Kei's hand teasing at the zipper of Ann's thin sweatshirt. He actually pulled it up a bit, which had the effect of pushing her tits together like two planetary bodies unable to resist their mutual gravitational pull any longer, the top of her cleavage valley pushed up so high it was a veritable stone's throw from the bottom of her chin.

Their lips parted for just a second, and there was obvious spittle all over Ann's lips and chin, drool leaking down in a few asymmetrical streams that she made no move to wipe away. She leaned forward-practically humping the desk at this point-to brush her tits across the front of his suit.

"Mmm...I can tell you're in justamazingshape~" Ann openly cupped her breasts as she said that, pushing them together almost painfully to emphasize just how big and ripe her chest was.

"We should, like, definitely work out some time!"

Akechi coughed politely into her fist. "Its very important Kei gets to know as many students as possible, so that you feel as...comfortable as possible with his peni-presence."

Taking this as her cue, though she really needed no further prompting, Makoto stepped up to the desk, her stride a bit more assertive and confident than the others had noticed her display before-Makoto was never a girl to be described as 'timid', but she'd also never seemed so sure of herself and her body before.

Ann pulled away from Kei at last, though not before he latched his teeth onto her plump bottom lip for a moment, wiggling it playfully (and slightly) painfully and drawing a high-pitched squeal from the aspiring model.

"Oh, Principal Shido! You're like, so bold!" Ann didn't back away very far though, instead perching her rear on the very edge of the desk, using it less like a seat and more like a prop, taking great detail in how she arranged her legs and skirts, all sharp clean angles and pale, creamy, inviting skin. If she minded that the man she'd just been so hungrily locking lips was now eyeing Makoto up like an in-between meal snack, Ann showed no sign of it. She looked less like the energetic girl the others were used to seeing and more like a particularly beautiful and lifelike piece of statuary. Akira supposed that was just plenty of practice posing for a camera, though and not anything to do with the situation at hand.

While Makoto wasn't the blonde busty bimbo Ann was affecting to be (shewasjust acting, right?) her 'eager, diligent, hard-working' persona seemed to translate just as well into acts suited for the bedroom as it was for the classroom. She moaned deeply into Kei's mouth as his lips smashed against her's, sidling against the desk so as to be half-sitting, half-standing, her ass on display on top of the desk. Unfortunately, with her mind distracted and eyes already sinking shut in pleasure from the taste and smell of Kei's strong adult body, Makoto didn't notice that her skirt had been pushed and flipped upwards, showing quite a bit of surprisingly plump, stockings-wrapped teenage booty for...well, whoever cared to look, shecertainlydidn't have anyone specific in mind.

Makoto actually draped her hands over Kei's shoulders lazily, simply because she didn't know where else to put her arms, and happily gasped as he wrapped one strong adult arm around her waist, pulling her deeper into the kiss. Her eyes remained closed in wanton bliss while Kei took a moment to enjoy the pleasing lines of her face before locking his eyes firmly on her not-so-little student council, prize-winning ass.

"Oh,mmph, mwah, oh, sir!" Makoto moaned, dialing her usual deference and respect for adults up by several notches.

"I can tell you'll be a...mmh,smack,perfectfit here. And you'll see I'm a very good student."

Her grip on him tightened a bit, lacing her arms around the back of his neck like an adoring girlfriend who needed the leverage to pull herself up to kiss her taller boyfriend. "I study, really, really hard. Oh, for ah, very long hours."

Her eyes nearly rolled in her head as Kei cheekily kissed and sucked at the exposed flesh of her neck, brushing aside her hair rather gently, yet Makoto still cooed at the strength she justknewwas waiting in that grip. She caught just a flash of a head bobbing near Kei's lap from where she sat, and a hint of something else, a piece of thunderous meat, that only twisted her adoration for him and brought it to new sordid depths.

"And you should know I alwaysobeymy elders." She sidled closer on the desk, and let out a stifled 'oh!' as she felt one of his big handsclapagainst her ass, cupping it fiercly. An identical sequence of sounds and a quick glance confirmed Ann was getting the same treatment, though Makoto noted with a bit of dark pride that she had a little more to hold onto than the skinny, part-foreign camera whore.

"As Student Council President," Her chest heaved and swelled with pride (and maybe a hint or two of something else) as Makoto went on.

"I look forward to working very closely with you, and of course...obeying you, Principal-sama."

The two girls had their asses gripped and squeezed openly, roughly, and completely, both utterly unused to such treatment. Prim, proper school skirts pushed up crudely and obviously, and the only thing that was keeping them from giving their fellow students totally open and unabashed views of their asses was his strong hands. He fondled them with no finesse or thought of their comfort, holding onto them with all the surety of someone claiming his property.

Far from being offended by a man fondling them and slapping their rumps like a favored pair of mares, Ann stuck the tip of her tongue out, seemingly involuntarily. Makoto licked her lips hungrily, pushing them together and pouting slightly without even meaning to. Both girls had an expression a bit like madness in their eyes, yet still blushed at this treatment, cheeks clearly red as apples as they spoke.

"Oh, Kei-sama, you're so naughty!" Ann giggled.

Makoto's breath was a touch ragged. "I hope you'll be pleased with me...all year, Kei-sama."

Smack! Smack!

Twin slaps rang out in the office as both girl's asses were further spanked and swatted. Kei pulled them ever closer to him, even as the girls looked over their shoulders, eyes smokey with emotion. It was clear there was nothing but pleasure and pride in their expressions from being treated so roughly by an older man, and in front of their close friends as well. They didn't seem to mind their asses being on such clear display, either.

Their eyes locked on Akira, holding a sort of praise that was deeply tinged with ill-willed amusement. "Thank you getting us an introduction with Kei-sama, Akira-chan." Makoto said, lips practically salivating over the principal's name.

"Oh yes, its'sooonice to finally have a real man in charge of us-in charge of the school, I mean!" Ann said brightly.

"Unlike you." Makoto added, her tone dissonantly polite and calm even as her eyes seemed to stare daggers at Akira.If only you hadn't been such a limp-dick faggot.

Ann rolled her eyes at the thought that Akira could have ever possibly measured up with Kei.

"Like, yeah, totally. So glad we can ignore this loser now. Oops!" She covered her mouth with one delicate hand.

"Sorry, Akira." Her condescending tone made it clear she wasn't sorry in the slightest.

Kei simply grinned, giving Akira a brief glance of his own, though one that had less scorn and more lust with a hint of pride. "You have some truly great friends in this school, Akira-chan. I look forward to getting to know them as well as you do. Better, even. But, would you be a goodgirland help me for a moment? I need a file from my desk and my hands are...a bit full right now."

He leaned towards Makoto, kissing her again (Ann's blue eyes flashed at this, though she said nothing) and everyone could see the student council president's body sag with submission.

Makoto moaned like a cheap trollop as her mouth was tongue-fucked. "Oh yes, vehry full!"

Ann, trying hard to ignore what she perceived as a slight, turned her venom on Akira. "You heard Kei-sama. Get to it!" She bit her lip as Kei squeezed her ass harder, trying futilely to stifle an aroused moan.

Makoto's arms were limply wound around the principal's head and her back seemed to slump as her entire being gave in to his advances. Her mouth opened ever wider as he stuck his tongue down her throat, her own lips contracting and squeezing him, letting him plunder her tonsils like they were buried treasure. Makoto's moans and squeaks could be heard well outside the office, and she slurped on Kei's tongue like she was hugging a long lost loved one, never wanting to let him go.

Dutifully, moving as though she were an erotically constructed robot, Akira walked around to the back of the desk. With a quick glance down, she saw the sordid source of the glottal sounds filling the room-her own teacher, Kawakami-sensi, being skullfucked like a living fleshlight! To her credit, Akira barely looked shocked, and only adjusted her glasses with one hand in mild surprise. She looked away from Kawakami with something like jealousy in her eyes and sighted on Kei.

With a loud 'mwah!'Kei and Makoto ended their depraved makeout session, looking as happy as could be. Makoto whispered in his ear, yet Akira picked up her voice easily.

"Thank you, Principal-sama." Makoto's tone was nothing short of worshipful.

Ann's tone (and perhaps other parts of her) were plainly gushing. "Like, ohmigod, Principal-sama, you're socoool!"

Ann and Makoto moved away from the desk ever so slightly, as if reluctant to leave a treasured embrace. Kei's hands left their bottoms, leaving both girls pouting more than ever, even if it was a less than sexual way and more honestly sad now, though not before he gifted them with one more loudsmack!on each fine pair of ass cheeks.

Akira made a slight gulping sound in her throat, trying to focus on her task of retrieving a file from the desk. At that very moment, she wasn't sure who she was more jealous of-Kei or her friends. Before she could even begin to try and make up her mind, she lurched forward, hip bones colliding against the desk with a sudden, solidthunk!

Akira moaned and panted as her body tried desperately to adjust to the invaders it felt-two thick,strongfingers of Kei's fingers, suddenly shoved knuckle deep into her dripping pussy, probing and stretching at her most intimate of orifices. Akira shuddered and gasped, her whole body trembling as she felt her tiny white panties strained to the max. One slender hand slapped down onto Kei's desk as she desperately tried to maintain some semblance of dignity, no matter how futile the effort was.

Kei, enjoying himself immensely, had laughter in his voice as he spoke, taunting and teasing. "It looks like your...friends...really,deeplylikeme."

With a clear and obvious blushing face, Akira tried to turn, away, even as her cunt contracted around Kei's fingers and her pussy gushed like an over-full sewage sump pump. Oh why couldn't she hate him? Anytime he did something that would have normally bothered or upset her, any time she opened her mouth to rebuke him, the normally brave and decisive term turned into a quivering, weak-kneed like of mush. Kei-sama was just, truly,irresistible.

Makoto moved away from the desk, turning her body in such a border-line contortionist way as to resemble a shameless Instagram "model." She turned her neck elegantly, glancing at Kei in a surprisingly sultry fashion for a girl who didn't have the air of being sexually active. With a slight smile she "adjusted" her skirt, muttering something about it not fitting right. This was plainly just a lie so she could flash Kei the sight of her tiny black thong, a scandalous choice for the normally tightly buttoned student council president.

"oh Akira-chan, your face has gone all red." She said faux-sweet. I know Principal Shido is very handsome for an adult but you still have to be appropriate in school, neh?" Makoto then flounced away with a swish of her skirt and a clear spring in her step.

Kei kept his eyes on her departing rump but spoke to Akira, massaging his palm against her aching clitoris as his fingers probed deeply into her wet dripping folds. "If you kept being such a good, sluttygirlfor me, pretty soon it could be you under my desk."

There was a flat smacking sound as Akira's hands slapped against the top of the desk. The dark haired was leaning against the desk, resting her weight on her arms as though she found it hard to stand.

Through grit teeth, she said "Here's that paperwork, Kei-suh-sama!"

Nobody seemed to notice Akira's almost pained expression as Kei glanced at the papers: they were sheets to be sent home to students' parents informing them the student in question would be staying past normal school hours.

As Akira struggled to keep her mouth closed and hold back the tide of drool she felt rising there, someone (possibly Ann but it was hard to tell since none of the girls were looking at each other) tittered, but no one said anything.

Akira was doing her best to sound casual and go unnoticed even as she was roughly and thoroughly fingerfucked. "Mmmh-I hope everything is in order for you, Principal-sama."

Completely without meaning to, she licked her lips openly, eyes half-lidded, face flushed and glasses fogging up from her own panting breaths. Smirking at her foolish expression, Kei grunted (surely just in answer to Akira) and his hips seemed to think against the bottom of the desk.

"Hurrgh-GLUURK!"

Kawakami's sensible shoes thumped against the floor in a mad, off-rhythm clatter as she struggled to swallow a massive nut pounding into her throat like a tidal wave. There was a slopping impact sound ass he made an involuntary "Blllrrhicch!" noise, backsplattered spunk and saliva splashing out onto her tits.

Akechi spoke loudly, as though trying to cover up the loud, incessant sounds.

"I believe there is still one more introduction to attend to, Kei-sama." She laid one gloved hand on his shoulder which was tightening and relaxing in a pulse. They were obviously very close co-workers.

Kei grunted again, though his eyes focused up and followed Akechi's own gaze.

"Ah, mmmph-fuck!" He muttered. "Yes, that's right."

The last girl in the room, who had yet to speak, shifted slightly as she sat on the couch. The red-haired, bespectacled girl was downright tiny, and the only one not wearing a uniform. Suddenly pinned by Kei's gaze, she shifted further. There was an audible sound of leather on skin as her shorts spread, legs just sliding open as if done automatically. Hardly a lady-like pose, but then there was hardly a lady to be found in the room.

Akira looked even more pathetic in before, recalling the feelings she (he? It was all a bit fuzzy-though with Kei's fingers still filling her up better than the average penis could, everything was slightly unclear) had once had for the petite girl. She and Akira traded looks before she slowly stood up, but heavy black boots clattering on the floor.

"Ah...eh, hello, Principal Shido-sama." The girl stepped towards the desk, stuttering and unsure of herself. One delicate hand twirled through her incredibly long scarlet hair, the girl seemingly unable to stop fidgeting.

"I am...Futaba Sakura. N-nice to meet you." She looked down at her feet, mumbling as she went in.

"Ah, oh, Akira-chan and I are, emm...close, but he's never mentioned you Kei-sama...until now, that is."

Kei said nothing as he eyed the girl up and down, watching every tremble of her little tight body the way a shark might eye a baby seal.

"But i'm glad to see you-ah I mean meet you!" Futaba babbled, her blush spreading rapidly, her skin so fair and foreign to the sun.

"You're very attractive-oh, no, I mean handsome! An, that is...really grown-up looking. So big." While 'big' was a word Futaba would have used to describe just about anyone else she met in her life who wasn't a grade schooler, and Kei was certainly tall and broad her tone seemed to have a not-so hidden meaning here.

Even as foolish words unbecoming of her IQ came gushing out, Futaba tugged at her short shorts, only drawing them tighter on her body even as she tried to stand perfectly stiff and at attention, pert little chest stuck out. For a girl clearly unaccustomed to social interaction, her entire body was trying to go against it's learned behaviors and silently scream 'Pleasepay attention to me.'

She seemed to consider Akira for just a moment. "Neh...oh, uh, sorry Akira-chan." But her heart just wasn't in it. It was hard to tell who was having a harder time speaking, Futaba or the girl who was crudely getting finger-fucked like a pimp roughly inspecting his "merchandise."

Before anything more could be said, Kei leaned across the desk and with a surprised yet pleased squeal, Futaba was suddenly being kissed.

Her mind came to a jarring halt with almost comic speed, her internal thought processes replaced by something that resembled a cartoonist record scratch. But Futaba's lithe young body knew all too well how to respond. Far from anything resembling that a teenage girl might imagine as a cliche first kiss, with soft subtle background music and a chaste almost frigid response from the girl, this kiss was borderline animalistic.

The only background music involved seemed to be wet smacking sounds as two pairs of lips worked greedily against each other. Futaba accepted the tongue-swapping spit sharing makeout session like it was completely normal, tiny high-pitched noises coming from her throat and clearly ringing out with joy.

Akira blushed again, trying and failing to tear her eyes away from the scene, hips swaying slightly and her thighs clenching involuntary, drawing a moan as Leo's fingers worked inside that little bit better.

"Eh Kei-sama...that's my, eh…" Akira trailed off weakly, and with a slight 'oh!' her body slumped again as Kei withdrew his fingers. If anything Akira seemed more put out by that than by him making out with a girl she'd use to hold a candle a few inches away.

As before everyone in the room was watching Kei closely, and there was a soft throat clearing, as though in mild jealous reproach as they saw Kei 's big, slightly bejeweled hairy-knuckled hands come up and wrap themselves around Futaba's ass. There were obvious dimples in her shorts as he squeezed, and Futaba squealed loud and long into their kiss, clear for the whole room to hear despite having Kei's wide tongue trying to treat her uvula like a punching bag.

Ann clucked her tongue disapprovingly.

"Oh my gawd, how embarrass-sing! He's really got a firm grip on Futaba's cute little butt!" Her blue eyes flashed with something like hunger.

Makoto nodded in firm agreement. "Oh poor Akira-chan, to have your girlfriend making out with someone else...you poor thing."

There wasn't a trace of pity in her words, but rather arousal, and mild contempt and even a little envy. There was another throat-clearing (it had been Akechi, now and then) before a third voice joined the chorus, adding to Akira's shame, humiliation and arousal.

"Well, Ms Sakura does seem to be enjoying herself." There was a distinct chill in her voice as she adjusted her little bow tie, her eyes making her feelings quite clear.

"And here I'd heard she was a shut-in."

Cheap little redhead slut.

The little hermit of a nerd girl felt like she weighed nothing at all, held up by Kei 's big strong adult hands. She was thrilled, happy as she could remember being and more aroused-even hours of trawling some of the more shocking porn sites out there couldn't compete with how good andrightthis felt. Her bird-like wrists pressed against Kai's chest and Futaba at how solid and strong his body felt. She sucked on his tongue like it was a piece of hard candy and opened her mouth ever wider, mushing her lips against his with inexperience that was more than made up for with her sheer enthusiasm.

Her tiny body was soon lifted right up and off her feet like she was the merest feather (a thought which made her feel equal parts weak and giddy-perhaps the one because of the other) and Futaba actually giggled as she was nearly placed right in the Principal's lap. Futaba seemed like a playful girl being teased by her boyfriend and not someone sloppily making out with an adult she'd only just met moments before.

Akira could only blush as their tongues danced, thick foamy saliva clearly visible between their mouths whenever their lips parted. It practically looked like they were trying to devour each other, Futaba a tiny morsel for the great big strong man, and yet she was every bit as eager as Kei if not more.

Futaba spared Akira a brief glance, brushing almost looking like she regretted her actions. Almost.

With her tight rear now comfortably resting in Kei's grip (He's so strong!She thought.I wish he could just hold me all day like this. Or however else he would like) Futaba was inches away from Kawakami, who was still choking on cock with a sound like a cartoon duck. But through her kisses and the lustful haze in her mind like a fluffy, drugged pink cloud, Futaba had no idea. There seemed to just be him and her, and she was sad when their kiss finally broke. Futaba wanted from both wanting more and out of simply need to breathe-she hadn't realized how long they'd been kissing and the near total virgin hadn't yet learned to breathe through her nose. Kei looked at her like she was a moderately pleasing pet, and Futaba had bright pink hearts in her eyes, magnified by three or four times thanks to her glasses. She looked like a cliche anime girl swooning over some dreamy guy. Her tongue practically rolled out of her mouth as she spoke, an obvious mating sign from the still slightly naive little nerd.

"oh...i have to agree with Makoto and Ann. You are just...mmm...really cool." it seemed too small a word to encompass all she felt for him in that moment, yet her normally swift and expansive mind couldn't come up with anything else.

There was a strange, wet sound in the room and Kei looked away from Futaba from a moment (She pouted like a sad puppy-a face none of them had ever seen her wear before) to see that Ann, Makoto, and even Akira all had their hands under their skirts or in Akira's case, down her pants. Looking only half ashamed, their hands darted away sticky and moist.

Trying to play it off, Makoto smoothed her skirt primly while Ann simply waved at Kei with a cheery waggle of her long delicate fingers. They were both breathing heavier than normal with flushed faces of slight exertion.

Akira acted like she had simply been adjusting her pants, though the aftershocks clearly rang through her body as she spoke (between her own actions and Kei's earlier attention she could feel that an orgasm had been close). "eh...you know Kei-sama, Futaba and I are actually...hang...together. Sort of. So you shouldn't really-"

Kei interrupted her in an off-hand manner. "Well it's not like you're exclusive or anything, rightgirlie?"

There was a slight hint of a threat in her voice, one that Akira caught the implications of.

"Eh, no!" she protested almost too quickly. "but-eh,"

"then it's fine." Kei said with finality. His fingers reached down and hooked crudely in futaba's shorts. She giggled at the touch of his knuckles on her tiny stomach even as his fingers worked their way downward.

"This outfit is totally inappropriate for school, Sakura-chan." his voice was scolding, yet playful. "We're going to have discuss this...and exactly how youshoulddress."

He looked around the room flatly, nodding to Akechi. "and I'm afraid it might take quite a while. So you'll have to stay behindallby yourself."

A sultry little thrill completely involuntary, ran through Futaba's body, her cute little booty wiggling as though it missed being cupped in his hands. She looked over her shoulder at Akira, face nervous yet excited, errant strands of orange hair draping across her face in a slight cross hatching effect. It took her eyes a moment to focus on the other glasses-wearing girl, and for a brief time it seemed Futaba had actually forgotten who Akira was.

The other girls simply looked disappointed, even Akechi though she hid it well-and nobody was paying her much attention anyway.

"Awww do we hafta go?" Ann said, milking her baby doll sex kitten appeal for all it was worth. She even stood up on her toes (the better to make her tits heave and bounce) and pressed her index fingers together in a cutesy pose made lewd by her full-grown slut's body and her own uniform, which may have been technically appropriate but was as out of place as Futaba's.

Makoto simply inclined her head respectfully. "If you say so, Kei-sama. I have no problem taking orders." her mouth seemed to savor the words. "Whatever you desire-oh, I mean wish."

Futaba could feel, but not see her shorts being pulled down, tugging and basically being peeled off her skin like also was unwrapping an extremely appetizing snack. The rest of the group could see this clearly, but only wished that they could feel those big strong hands.

There was just a flash of white, a tiny hint of Futaba's panties, white plain and childish, yet sexy enough in their slight size and contrast to her fresh, hairless peachy skin. Before anyone could react in any significant, her shorts were pulled right back up-slightly further than they had been before, wedging into her asscrack and further highlighting her shapely add like two perfectly molded scoops of ice cream inside the skintight black material.

"Don't worry about little miss Sakura," Kei promised with an obviously misleading overabundance of sincerity. He sounded like an almost comically sinister figure attempting to come off as avuncular, and one who was white pleased with himself about it, too.

"I'll take extremely good care of her." Despite whatever weak protests the others might have made, it was clear the new principal had made his choice. In case it wasn't, there was suddenly a slick, wet sound, and Futaba's whole body went rigid, spine stiff as if she's been electrocuted. Kei's fingertips, rough, thick, manly, were inside Futaba's pussy, probing, prodding.

There was a loud squelch as his two fingersshovedforward, reaching a resistance in Futaba and merely teasing her with how rough he could be and how good it could feel. Futaba's hands slapped at the desk, fingers spread and stiff, her breath coming out in ragged pants and out of rhythm squeals. She looked absolutely gobsmacked, but there was a sick pleasure in her eyes. Her tongue lolled out and it seemed like the redhead might be about to speak-

When Kei removed his fingers as fast as he'd rammed them inside. Futaba gasped, her bands moving on autopilot trying to fix her shorts-but she wasn't sure if it was to hide her shamefully wet pussy or simple to make sure they were hugging her thighs and hips in the right, flirtatious way.

Makoto and Ann, who were already leaning forward so as to get a better picture of what was going on, nearly jumped for joy when Kei spoke. "Takamaki-chan, Nojima-chan, come here."

They moved to obey so fast they nearly knocked into each other, hungry for his next words, for his attention. "I need to give you a proper goodbye."

Ann literally bounced over to him, her tits swinging so much they nearly collided with her petite chin as Makoto sidled around the opposite side of the desk. The student council president looked a little unsure of herself, but had that slightly scary look of one who was far more eager to obey than they were to comprehend. Flanking the desk as they were, the brunette, blonde, and redhead looked like a collection perfect of teenage fuckdolls, as though picked from a catalog to appease to any kind of depraved desire possibile.

While neither girl might have known exactly what Kei had planned, it was only too clear they would be happy with anything he had mind. And as he leaned forward, towards Futaba's face, tongue out and leering like every deviant photographer Ann had ever worked with before, his hands rested on the back of Ann and Makoto's necks, drawing them in closer as Makoto could only marvel at howstronghe was. Just like a good, big, daddy should be, she thought.

In moments, the girls were moaning suckling, and cooing to themselves as all three of them made out with Kei, saliva swapping and lips smacking in a frenzy as they tried their best to please them however they could. Eyes half-lidded, Ann's hands rested under her tits and cupped them firmly, pushing up as if they were some perfectly rounded, wonderfully creamy, fleshy shelf on her chest justachingto be wrapped around something big and hard andsolid.

Makoto stuck her little plump pink tongue into the swimming, sticky mess of scandalous kisses wearing what anyone who knew her would have to take her as her 'stupidly aroused' face-not having seen anything like it before and simply drawing a conclusion from the evidence that Makoto looked like she was happier swapping spit with two other girls and one big hunky man than she'd ever been getting good grades or giving speeches to the student council.

Futaba simply looked like an animal in heat, lacking any sort of sense of reason about her enjoyment of the situation, simply using all the coiled nervous energy in her tiny body to kiss and suck, pressing her lips to wrap around Kei's tongue and mewling whenever he withdrew it to slide over Ann's bee-stung lips or dance with Makoto's own tongue. Her eyes were more or less closed, every breath shaking her slight chest as her face held an expression of reverence and almost religious awe with a dark undercurrent of hunger.

Kei paid special attention to Ann for a second (Makoto and Futaba both figure it was only due to her great big tits and the fact that she seemed like she could only hold one thing in her head at a time-and if that was a man's penis she probably wouldn't have minded), crushing his lips to her and entwining one of her big bushy pigtails. He made sure he had a firm, tight grip on it before he yanked on it like trying to start a reluctant lawn mower, hard enough to be sure to break a few strands and tear others from Ann's poor scalp as she yelped into the kiss.

Her eyes shook in her head, body stiffening for just a second in pain before she seemed to sag, eyes losing some of their focus even as her lips tightened around the tongue plundering her mouth.

Oh god!She thought.He's fucking raping my mouth with his tongue-it feels like it's gonna hit the back of my throat! And he's treating me like i don't even have a brain in my head. Iloveit-dumb cunts like me deserve to be treated however a real man wants to treat us.

Kei jerked her head this way and that, drawing more squeaks and squeals from Ann as she kissed back with every bit of teenage sluttiness she could muster even as she was manhandled like she was a prostitute holding out on her pimp. Nobody else seemed to mind at all, and if asked probably would have shared Ann's opinion.

Mmm...stupid girls with big tits like meneedto be treated like this. What a woman-beating stud!

Her eyes winced with pain as Kei's teeth caught her lips, but she didn't make the slightest effort to pull back or stop kissing at all. Ann panted against him, hands resting on his biceps and nearly swooning at how strong he felt. "Mmmhm..mwah, Kei-sama...oooh! You're like,sooocool!"

Kei withdrew his lips from Ann's mouth as quickly as he'd claimed her, leaving her panting and out of breath, lips smacking with leftover saliva and her hair a mess. Lipstick smeared and eyes watery, she looked like every overly-eager teenage trollop who'd gotten a rough customer for her first lover-but with the important distinction that her expression said she fuckinglovedit.

Makoto almost pouted at the attention Ann had been shown, and opened her mouth to speak. "Oh, Kei-sama, I can't wait to wor-hurk!"

Her words cut out as Kei's strong hand gripped her throat, compressing her windpipe and causing her eyes to light up with something dark and hungry. Makoto grimaced, her face a mask of sensations as she kept speaking, letting her tongue hang out to further lick at Kei's lips and strong jaw.

"I...live to obey my elders." She rasped. Her legs kicked a bit against the desk as she sat on her thighs, but Makoto made no effort to struggle or resist. Drool trickled down the corners of her mouth as she placed her hand lightly on Kei's squeezing wrist-god, he was strong. Is grip felt firm enough to snap her neck and yet Makoto could tell he was hardly using his full might.

Kei kissed along Makoto's neck and she cooed, her free hand forming a fist and unclenching in an off-beat, spasmodic fashion as her oxygen levels dwindled.

"I...loveto obeyyou, Kei-sama." She gasped and there was an audiblesquelchingsound as Kei's hand contracted further around her neck, her skin turning red under the assault as he kissed one deeply one more time. Makoto's eyes looked like lifeless marbles, but her cheeks hollowed out, sucking on his tongue like an obedient spit-slave and even arching her head back to expose her neck fully like a beaten and cowed bitch.

Even as her knees shook and her shoes clattered against the desk in her body's spasms, Makoto could feel her scandalous thong clinging to her sopping wet pussy, the material practically glued to her intimate folds due to her sticky, soaking fluids not so much leaking asgushingout. To say she'd never been so aroused in her life was an understatement, and the only conscious thought she could hold in her head was the hope that she was a good kisser for Kei.

Before she could pass out completely, Kei released Makoto's neck, his big beefy hands leaving clear imprints on her formerly pale, soft skin. There was even a clear indent where one of his rings had pressed into her throat-doubtless, Makoto would wear it as a badge of honor. She let out a series of slow, ragged breaths as Kei turned his attention to the tiny girl in the middle-Futaba. Her eyes were bigger than ever behind her glasses, almost seeming to shake openly in her head, wet with emotion and seeming to promise an ocean of depraved delights that were quite literally Kei's for the taking.

At once self conscious of her looks and yet wholly desiring to be the focus of Kei's attention, Futaba's mind, usually so clear and decisive, struggled to find something that would separate her from the others in a positive fashion. It came to her in a flash and Futaba's maw began to stretch open, her mouth wider than she'd ever had it before (though Kei noted to himself that soon enough it would be forced wider still, as unimaginable as that would be to most), her tongue waggling out enticingly.

With only a hint of trepidation, far less than she would have shown in such a situation a day earlier (or even now, but with any other man), Futaba stuck two of her fingers in her mouth, tugging at the inside her cheeks in an almost comical fashion. She looked at once like a teasing little kid and a very eager and willing whore. Ann and Makoto only watched in approval and something like rapt attention as Kei smirked for just a moment. Then the big manhwwackedphlegm back andspatright into Futaba's open mouth.

There was a slight'huurk',as Futaba gagged slightly on the sudden spit, but she clearly enjoyed the glob of nastiness in her mouth. If anything, she seemed a little greedy, eyes darting to the other girls as if to remind them that this was all her's. That she was just another one of the three women, each with their strengths, areas of knowledge, and senses of personal pride, all perfectly willing to be at Kei's every beck and call.

There was another smashing together of faces as the four kissed again, and Akira simply blushed, hands toying with the top of her pants, fingers itching to delve lower. Finally the kiss was broken and Akechi spoke with a strong tone of formality, as though nothing untoward had just happened.

"Yes, well with everything in order, it is time to bid Kei-samaa proper farewell. Follow my lead, young ladies."

Futaba's voice quavered for a moment, hesitant and unsure of herself. "But...eh..I am not leaving, er, so…"

"It will be practice for you then, Sakura-chan. Come, now." Akechi's voice would brook no back-talk, though a slight smirk belied the seriousness of her tone.

Akira had been about to point out the same thing, but it was too late, as the girls were alreadymoving, acting with an alacrity that none of them (not even Makoto) had ever shown to obey an elder's instructions before. Akira was last to move, getting into a line with the others as Akechi instructed, her thighs rubbing together and her body still calling out desperately for release.

"Now, like this, girls." For just a moment Akechi sounded like a warm big sister type, if only because she seemed to expect the others to be in full agreement with her-and she wasn't disappointed.

Akechi turned her back to Kei, the others following suit as she bent at the waist, at once prim yet sultry as she encouraged the others to raise their asses up high like heads of cattle waiting to be expected.

The sheer buffet of ass on display was more than most men could imagine, to say nothing of expect to see. Akira's ass stretched and strained in her tight pants, Akechi's skirt was flipped almost completely up to expose a smooth expanse of tight ass and frilly white panites. Ann teased with her ass, wiggling it this way and that, making her skirt jump and glide about her creamy flesh, bright pink panties which were no doubt the object of many a Shujin student's wank fantasy.

Makoto's ass was surprisingly large under her more regulation length skirt, though perhaps more surprisingly was her tiny green thong, looking like a piece of floss under her tights and in between her asscheeks, barely covering her asshole and leaving most of her pussy exposed. Makoto would swear up and down that she had only worn it because her sister's things had gotten mixed in with her's, but the fact was she had bought it just for this occasion. She lifted her skirt up with one hands, making sure that every inch of her ass was uncovered, her lack of experience at displaying her body hidden under her desire to look good forhim,even with her neck red and obviously beginning to bruise, an embarrassed sweatdrop running down her cheek. Craning her neck to look back at his smug expression and feeling it send her heart all a-twitter.

Akechi was standing next to Futaba who she perhaps thought needed the most instruction not only as an obviously virginal girl but also Kei's 'favorite' of the day. Eyeing up the girl's pale ass, which was surprisingly big in size for a girl so small, wrapped in her white panites, Akechi gave her a tap on the waist. "Here, Sakura-chan, shake your butt. Really smack it against mine so Principal Shido can see it bounce. It is important to show the proper respect."

Futaba slowly complied, though her first effort barely elicited a shake from either girl's ass and instead merely bumped Futaba's somewhat protruding hipbone against Akechi's side.

"Eh...sorry." Futaba said, looking over her shoulder to Kei and biting her lip in a half unknowingly salacious way. Before long she got the hang of it, bumping her ass against Akechi's in rhythm with the older woman, making their cheeks jiggle and bounce in a ripe, enticing fashion. All eyes in the room were on Kei, the girls openly presenting their bodies like animals desperately in need of a proper breeding.

With a simple instruction from Akechi, mostly consisting of her acting and expecting the others to follow as if it was an unspoken rule, the girls were soon clapping and shaking their asses openly. It was a clear, sordid display of their femininity simply as a sex tool, a means to an end, and that being arousing a man's interest in the hope he might deign them worthy of receiving his sexual attention. Right in front of his desk, well within arm's reach like a taunting child whowantsto be punished they clapped their asses and worked their hips, each of them having their own appeal-Akira's manly attire only highlighted her womanly submission, Makoto's rear gave her the most material to work with, wrapped up in stockings like a present to unwrap, Ann's pink panties and model experience made her quite picture-perfect from every angle, Futaba's reluctance and cutesy demeanor only contrasted with her tiny shorts and cute pert ass in a sinfully enticing manner, and Akechi seemed to know exactly the right way to work her hips and ass to catch Kei's eyes, no doubt knowing just what he liked.

Teenage girls who should have been studying or thinking about what college they might wish to apply to were instead thinking of the proper way to arch their backs to make their asses more prominent, regardless of how uncomfortable it was. Playing with their hair, tracing fingers along their lips (often both sets) and generally looking like nothing more than whores whose worth began and ended in the bedroom-or the office, or the alley, or wherever the big strong man decided he wanted to fuck them.

They were all as happy as could be, though a slight hint of jealousy soured that as Kei reached out to Futaba, fingers tight with anticipation. Futaba squealed with surprise and a hint of childish joy as she was pulled backwards. Her hands twirled in her hair and she looked every bit the sexy nerd nervous and surprised to be found attractive by a hunky man. Kei snagged her off her feet like an object yanked off a shelf as his arms wrapped around her tiny waist, turning her easily like a child's plaything to face him and resting her ass against the edge of his desk, dangerously close to resting in his lap.

Futaba leaned forward, her chest resting against Kei's, small breasts tingling at the touch of his solid, almost plate-like muscles and nipples tenting out her tank-top as Kei's fingers squeezed and groped at her waist, eyes over her shoulder dismissively glancing at the others.

"Akechi-kun, they can go now."

Slowly the others straightened their backs up, with Ann making quite a show of it, spine bent like a bow and her ass twisting and turning like a hypnotizing cement mixer before she finally stood up, bouncing in place a bit and turned at such an angle as to give a view of her tits and ass at once. She giggled, lightly nibbling on one slender finger as she and the others all looked to each other, happy in their mutual slut-sisterhood. Akira looked like she wanted to say something about her girlfriend being left with Kei, but could only manage to worry her plump lower lip between her teeth.

Futaba stared back at Akira, something unspoken passing between them. For just a moment, there was a hint of tenderness and Futaba looked like she wanted to say something. Her lips, moist and inviting, parted and-

"Time to go,Akira-chan."Kei mocked, placing one finger into Futaba's mouth as though it was the most natural place for it to go.

Futaba's lips acted on their own, sucking and licking at the digit, quickly getting it slick and wet, her nostrils flaring simply from being so close to Kei and being able to breathe in his pure manlymusk.

"Don't worry, though. I'll take good care of your girlfriend. She just needs to be brought the proper way for a girl like her to dress and act inmyschool."

Akira looked like she wanted to say something, but from her face it was hard to tell if she wanted to protest Kei's actions or simply ask that she could take Futaba's place. In any event Akechi ushered her and the other girls out of the room, taking great pains to be the last one out, giving Kei a coy wink and one last up-skirt glance of her panties before firmly closing the door behind her.

Cradled in his arms, Futaba looked up at Kei with her great big eyes, still suckling eagerly on his finger. With a slightpop!Kei withdrew it from her mouth, slick with her spit and callously wiped it on her orange hair, dirtying the locks which had barely been so much as touched by so many as five people, now simply a luxurious rag for Kei to clean himself off on.

There was athunkfrom beneath the desk as Kawakami finally gave up the desk, collapsing to the floor, her mouth bubbling with spit, pubic hairs stuck to her lips. Her eyes were up despite the fact she was clearly unconscious, big pools of empty whiteness that matched the streaks of slightly lumpy, gravy-thick jizz staining in her ear.

Futaba tried to speak as Kei lifted her a bit, shifting in his chair and she suddenly feltsomethingpowerful, thick and hot slide smoothly against her shorts, squeaking with the sounds of wet flesh on leather. She swallowed nervously, feeling her asscheeks spread inexorably and fully open, clinging tightly around the piece of meat like shrink-wrap as she sat on the rim of the desk, legs splayed behind her in disarray, boots making occasional scuffing sounds (Kei didn't mind but Akechi would have to clean those later-probably borrowing one of Kawakami's maid outfits).

Futaba felt like she could swoon right into his arms, looking incredibly nervous, her brain seeming to stutter and stop like a car with a faulty engine even as her body seemed to instinctually comport itself in as slutty a fashion as possible. Her eyes flicked over her shoulder and she gasped at the sight of the log of dick she saw there, before flicking back down to her chest, still idly rubbing her nipples up against Kei's shirt-front. Her ass wiggled and her hips hitched, cheeks sandwiching the dick and moving along with almost agonizing yet pleasurable slowness.

She looked at him, fixed in her path yet still uncertain. "Du-do...do you think that great, fat, big, GIANT kuh-cock…"

Futaba couldn't remember ever saying that word aloud before, and her eyes seemed to shake with hunger, lips trembling as she went on. "Will….fit in my small, tiny, tight...vuh-virgin...pussy, Shido-sensei...sir?"

Her hands twitched and worked without thinking, fingers tapping away in the air as if striking an invisible keyboard.

Kei smiled at her, smug and quite pleased with himself. Futaba could lose herself in those white teeth, she thought, his sharp hungry eyes and strong bone structure. She wasliftedup like she weighed nothing, and her face brought ever closer to Kei's until their lips were barely an inch away.

Smack!

Kei's cock slapped against her ass cheek, almost visibly indenting the skin beneath her shorts where it impacted like a meat mallet. Their eyes locked and Futaba felt herself transfixed by his voice, sounding completely confident and 100% sure of himself.

"Oh, don't worry Sakura-chan…" His words were deceptively light for a moment before Kei eyed up her teenage chest hungrily and his voice darkened.

"I'llmakeit fit."

Futaba's eyes widened at this, mouth parting as she remained silent, pinned in place by his words and the sheerpowerof his personality. It felt like her entire mind was in competition was his, and it was one she had lost utterly, and willingly as well. For all her smarts and all her accomplishments, the former Medjed was, after all, just a sheltered teenage girl who'd never known the touch of a man, and Kei-sama was...allman. Her psyche was fully dominated by the sheer masculine power that seemed to hang about his body like an unseen cloak.

This was going to be an important moment in her life, Futaba knew. There was no going back from this, and for that she would be always thankful.

She looked up at him, a trickle of drool escaping her lips as she took in every inch of his dreamy face, strong body and entirely cocky, smug,hunkattitude. Futaba's lips trembled, her voice timid and sounding more sexy than she'd meant it to, her whole 'i don't know if i want this-but i also really fucking want this' act sending bolts of excitement directly to the base of Kei's mighty dick.

"Will you...g-give me your...spit again?" The way she asked, so full of trepidation, yet so honestly full of desire and at once childish innocent and whorishly arousing-well, how could a gentleman like Kei refuse her request?

He hawked back again, splattering her face with his spit, lancing across her forehead like some obscene tribal decoration. Futaba moaned and quaked in his grasp as he spat in her face again and again and again, covering her in tacky, strong-smelling saliva, splashing across her glasses. Kei gripped her hips roughly and firmly as he ground her ass up and down his cock, wearing at her shorts to the point that it seemed they might tear asunder. The spit leaked down Futaba's glasses and into her open, waiting mouth, where she eagerly gulped it down, tongue swirling as she tried to taste every individual droplet she could.

She went up and down the cock, easily held in Kei's grasp.He could probably hold me with one hand if he wanted-it might even fit all the way around my waist! And this...penis. This...cock!Its so big...it has to be at least a foot and a half long! Bi...bigger, even! Oh my goodness...it'll utterlysplit me open, ruin me forever!

As was usually the case with the petite computer genius, she was exactly on the mark. She just didn't know how right she was…

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Student Bodies

Chapter 2

All alone with Principal Kei Shido, Futaba sat on his desk, her slender legs dangling over the sides and not even close to touching the floor. She looked up at him, this bear of a man who was over a foot taller than her who cast a looming shadow on her weak looking form, who she had only just meant. She knew this was wrong, and yet she simply couldn't resist what she was doing. Hearts seemed to bounce in her eyes as the bright girl, so inexperienced with things like this, was realizing that Kei wasn't just larger or more aggressive, or even more handsome than other men. He seemed, in some strange way, simplysuperior, in a way her analytical mind couldn't quite grasp.

After all, every other girl around, her own friends seemed to drool over him, coo at his slightest hint of affection. Even Akira-chan, whom Futaba had once felt...things for. But, nothing likethis.And Akechi-san, it seemed like she was almost a protective animal around him, wanting to bark at anyone who got too close. Although Futaba thought she might just bark like a dog anyway if Kei so much as suggested she do so. All of them wanting to be around him, to behis.It was no surprise to Futaba that whatever fleeting hints of teenage romance and idle thoughts of love she'd had before were absolutely nothing compared to this.

The way their bodies were positioned, her shorts were grinding along his crotch, able to feel an impossible bulge pressing against the tight, tight leather of her tiny shorts. Futaba had never quite considered how her appearance might come across to others, but now she was glad that her shorts might be considered...slutty. If that was what Kei wanted, then it was fine. Her arms lazily looped around his neck, feeling like she might swoon, like she had to anchor herself to his strong body just to keep from falling. It was all fine, it wasrightfor her to be acting like this, for girls-every girl, not just Futaba-to act like they belonged to him. Ann, Makoto, and the rest (Futaba found it hard to think about anyone else at the moment, besides Kei, with his charming jawline and his rugged stubble and his passionate eyes) were right.

Kei was just...so fuckingcool.

"So...manly." Futaba said, her voice shaking somewhat. She glanced over her shoulder, eyes catching sight of the familiar yet still embarrassing shape of her own petite, porcelain ass in those tight shorts, along with Kei's massive cock finally (though she'd only been aware of his bulge for a few minutes at most, and only just met him within the hour) freed from its confines and raising up alongside like some massive fleshy spear. It seemed at that moment the most important thing Futaba had ever seen, her eyes widening like saucers as she struggled to reconcile this new reality with what she thought she'd known about men and their...penises before this. She knew that she'd spend much of her time just thinking about this cock, imaging it in her mind, talking about it with Ann and the other sluts whenever possible...maybe even taking pictures of it with her phone and hoarding them like some old miserly pervert. Oh, it filled Futaba with feelings she'd never had words for before.

Another strange feeling filled her heart then, the sensation of someone else tugging her shorts down her slender legs. No one had ever undressed Futaba that she could remember, and certainly never like this. Kei was so sure of himself, hooking his fingers into her shorts and sliding them down her legs, having to work them this way and that, practically peeling them off like a too-tight candy wrapper. He took his time, and Futaba could tell, even with her little experience with men (and none of them had been likehim)that Kei was thoroughly enjoying himself. Revealing the top of her perky, pale ass, covered in light blue panties that were just one size too small, skin untouched and free of imperfections.

"Eh…" Futaba said slightly confused. Was he moving so slowly because she was...displeasing in some way?

"Is something wrong, Principal-sam-ah!" Futaba gasped as she felt this man, this big burly brute, lift her up like a leaf his hands planted on her ass cheeks so firmly, so strongly. It was like they fit their naturally as he positioned her easily, sliding his cock between her asscheeks. Futaba cooed at the theweightof it, the heat radiating against her body.

Soon her shorts were hooked down a bit more, as his cock abruptly ended the slow, grinding hotdogging of her asscheeks, which Futaba found strange and yet oh so enjoyable, Her panties were on display from the front as well as Kei held her practically in his lap, pushing her back so his cock, jutting out from his crotch like a battering ram, was perfectly aimed at her puffy mound, tight little underwear already moist from her shameful open arousal.

Futaba stared up at his eyes, a strange shade of brown that was enticing, almost exotic, his mixed features only adding to the allure this powerful, grown-up,hunkhad. Futaba didn't quite realize, lost in Kei's fierce gaze, but an embarassing, if somewhat endearingly cute, trickle of drool was running down one of the corners of her pretty pink lips. Nervously, Futaba's tongue poked out, almost wriggling with something like anticipation as it ran across her pouting mouth.

Futaba knew what was coming, it was obvious to anyone with a pulse what was about to happen between the pair. And yet, she was still woefully out of her depth.

"Wuh-will you be...gentle, sir?" Futaba asked, her voice soft and trembling, aware that she was completely in Kei's hands, both literally and not.

Like most things he did, Kei's answer was blunt and clear.

"No." His tone made it clear he felt it was wrong, foolish, that she'd even asked such a thing, a voice of authority that had an almost paternal resonance with Futaba, if in a lewd and twisted way.

This unequivocal answer, given in such a harsh tone, almost made Futaba recoil but though she looked nervous, she also seemed excited, almost...smitten. Like so many girls before her, the withdrawn former shut-in was finding a forceful, aggressive, bad boy to be completely irresistible.

Before she could say anything else-though there seemed to be nothing to say in the face of someone so forceful-before she could eventhink,Kei suddenly pushed forward his cock pressing against her panty-covered pussy insistently. IT seemed impossible that he could just shove his way inside and yet-

Schiriiip!

Kei's cock shredded through Futaba's panties, splaying her pussy lips wide as it pushed forward. With crushing force, it almost ripped her open as he slammed his way inside, tearing into her pussy. Futaba wheezed as the very air was knocked out of air, and for a moment marveled that, even if her very shorts had still been on, Kei still probably could have pushed his way into her suddenly gaping pussy as though there were no barriers at all.

Futaba's hymen was utterly destroyed, and the petite redhead felt like her virginity, the most sacred thing she could give to another as a young woman, had been quite literallypoppedapart like a cheap can of soda crushing under some brute-like Kei's-grip. Her mouth hung open, slack-jawed, tongue hanging out stupidly nothing but raw, ragged gasps coming from her mouth, too blasted with sudden overpowering sensation to even scream. As her tiny pussy was torn apart by the giant fat, veiny cock, Futaba felt her first real orgasm ripping through every nerve in her body like a sudden lightning storm.

She couldn't see her own face, of course, but there were signs of what was happening to her. From the flushed heat on her cheeks, the way her vision blurred as her eyes rolled up, and how her body stiffened suddenly, Futaba was coming herself stupid. She was well aware through her deepest dives into the more sordid parts of the internet, what this was, a shameless ahegao orgasm, drool openly trickling from her mouth like some brainless drug addict.

Kei seemed to also be enjoying himself, though his reaction was understated, if smug.

"This tight virgin pussy is pretty good." He smirked, rocking himself deeply inside Futaba's blown-open cunt. He pushed deeper and deeper, his cock reshaping Futaba's body so thoroughly that her virginity seemed a swiftly-forgotten memory. If he kept this up, she'd soon be as loose as a 1,000 Yen whore three times her age.

Futaba's body was twitching, unable to contain the sheer pleasure coursing through her, her features frozen in a shocked yet stupidly overjoyed orgasm face.

"Yeah, not bad at all." Kei said, the way someone might judge a fairly satisfying meal. The idea of being discussed in such a way might have normally bothered Futaba but here it simply made her lips curl, getting as close to a smile as her overworked brain could manage. Her pupils seemed to shrink in her head, eyes twitching in her skull as her face flushed deeper.

He's using me...like nothing more than a living pocket-pussy!

Her cherished, precious virginity, which she had once been saving for...what's his name, was gone. Shredded. Futaba's body was nearly in the same sore shape, her pussy splayed open and her insides practically being rearranged with each deep, thundering thrust of Kei's cock. It was a momentous, soul-searing moment in her life and yet Kei treated it like he was having a midday snack. It was that overwhelmingly confident attitude, combined with the pussy-punishing dick smashing deep inside her, that continued to push Futaba over the edge.

"Fuc-huuuck!" She finally managed to form words, her voice high and shrill wracked with pleasure. Her entire body seemed to convulse, back arching and pushing her pert ass into Kei's firm, almost crushing grip as she came. Her pussy squirted in a sudden series of gushing, almost violent sprays, shooting out past Kei's cock as she continued to speak, swiftly devolving into babble.

"Fucking cooock! So….fuckinggood!Fu, fuck that pussssy, Kei-samaaahhh!!"

Futaba's torrential pussy juices splattered into Kei's crotch, falling down onto the floor, splattering onto the face of Ms. Kawakami, who lay passed out an insensate beneath the desk, fucked quite literally out of her mind. Futaba couldn't tear her eyes away from Kei, even as her vision blurred at the edges, eyes rolling around in her head as her orgasms shortened her breath and quickened her pulse to an almost dangerous rate. Kei seemed like so much more than just another man at that moment-to her, there was no one and nothing to compare him to, and a kind of rapture was written all over Futaba's pleasure-stricken features.

"Huuh-waaah~" Her tongue moved around mindlessly on her lips, scooping up what saliva and drool accumulated there even as more splattered onto her t-shirt. Beneath the tight white material her nipples could clearly be seen, poking through her bra and almost painfully hard with arousal.

Kei gave her an encouraging smack on the ass, hands squeezing her sinfully and Futaba cooed at this treatment.What ahunk.

"That's right, you tight piece of ass. Let me in, little miss Sakura." The way he said her name almost made Futaba melt on the spot, her legs wobbly and knees weak, glasses fogging up slightly even as they threatened to dangle off her dainty nose.

She looked up at him in a slightly confused way, forehead wrinkling even as another series of harsh orgasms ripped their way through her body and mind. "Guh-huh-oooahh~!"

Kei decided to explain himself in a more direct way, holding tightly onto Futaba's ass as he pounded his way further inside her tight grasping little cunt like he was kicking down a door. The thrusts were so forceful Futaba's body and the desk underneath shook from Kei's sheer might.

"Let."

Wham!

"Me."

Wham!

"In!"

WHAM!

With a sick, squelching noise, Futaba felt something inside her be bashed repeatedly, before buckling and finally...giving in, her cervix opening wide and firmly wrapped around Kei's thrusting cockhead as he rutted deeply within her.

His cock...is in mywomb!

"Aa-huwaaah!"

Futaba shrieked, loud enough to be heard in the reception area outside the office, if not on the streets outside the Academy altogether, her pupils shrinking to tiny dots. Her body shook, legs twitching like she was being electrocuted, even as her hands weakly grabbed at Kei's strong arms, barely able to wrap around his thick biceps-even as she cooed at the corded muscles there. The utter dominance this man had over her, the lack of consideration he had for anything but getting his rocks off and using her body as a living wank-rag, it was all too much for Futaba's petite body and (formerly impressive) mind to handle.

"You're….going to break my body. It's going to be buh, broken and u-useless. Hnnnng!"

Futaba looked as though she might say more, her mouth opening and closing silently, but all that came out was quiet yet rapid breathing, on the verge of hyperventilating. Kei's cock was so deep inside her, she felt sostretchedandfull.He had just taken what he wanted from her, with the merest prompting (though Futaba was certain she would have whored herself out for him completely first if he had but asked) like some predatory beast, and it felt so fuckingright.Without even bothering to fully take her shorts or panties off, the tight black material stuck to her skinny thighs as his cock bored into her torn panties, straight into her dripping, gaping pussy, the sounds of the rough fuck filling the office.

Kei bit lightly at Futaba's exposed skin, marking her pale neck, nipping at her jaw, even clamping down a bit more forcefully at one of her shapely shoulders. She was little more than a piece of meat to him, something delicious to feast on, and it made her so fucking hot to think of.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

With more and more solid, unyielding thrusts, Kei's balls were slapping against her body, her cute ass jiggling and rippling with the impact. Her arms clung weakly to him, trying to drape over his shoulders, beading with sweat and shaking like poorly cooked noodles. Futaba was in such bliss one wouldn't have been surprised to see bright pink pixel hearts start dancin around her head, even as her mind was drowning in the mixed pleasure, pain, and above all growing devotion in her heart for this beastly male.Thiswas a man? Surely he could have any woman he wanted-every woman he wanted. She was just another mark on his bedpost, and that thought made her…

"Uuuuung!! Fuh, fucking coming!" She gasped, words she'd only read but never spoken before flowing from her lips so easily, spittle flying as her body continued to be rocked by this grown man power-fucking her, bringing to bear every bit of power in his muscled frame, slamming up into her tiny frame, outweighed by his by more than thirty kilos of hairy, manly muscle.

And yet, for as deep, harsh and fast as he fucked Futaba's willingly little pussy, it was clear Kei wantedmore,to claim as much of this soft, nubile piece of fuckmeat for himself as he could. He shifted his stance, standing up fully and casting Futaba's form into shadow. His hands left her tight, round ass, grabbing her by the calves, his white-knuckled grip completely encircling her legs. With quick yank, Futaba's hips were spread wide, her feet in their big clunky boots pointing to opposite walls of the office, body easily being contorted and controlled by Kei's grasp.

"Suh-so strooong," Futaba whispered, her head rolling around on her neck.

With both legs firmly held, Kei began topullFutaba up and down on his cock, tugging her forward and back in smooth, long tugs. His cock tunneled deep inside her with squelching noises, rearranging her insides as Futaba could only helplessly watch. This new position let her see every inch of his magnificent cock as it disappeared in and out of her bald sopping wet pussy as Kei used his hold on her legs to essentially wank himself off with Futaba's tight little cunt. Trying to hold on to something, anything, less she lose her mind even more deeply than she already had, Futaba's hands slapped at Kei's shoulders, trying to

hold even as his pace set her entire body flopping and twitching on his cock.

Her toes curled in her boots at the sight of his dick making an obscene bulge in her abdomen, cocktip jabbing deep into her womb and rearranging her uterus as her cervix practically gripped onto Kei's cock like a tight, vacuum-suctioned pair of lips. At this rate…

He's destroying me. Killing me...all with only his fuckingcock!!

Futaba threw her head back, her long hair bouncing around her in waves as she was stuffed full of and more and more of that hard, thick, strong cock. He was using her body and it felt amazing, unlike anything she could have imagined, literally fucking the senses out of her.

"Oo-waaah!" She moaned, delirious as sweat trickled down her body, shirt sticking to her like a second skin. Her formerly tiny pussy, so tight as to make a man have difficulty getting his smallest finger inside was now being smashed open, stretching wider than could be believed, with Futaba's tiny body looking like she was being impaled over and over again with some monstrous log. Kei tugged her against his body over and over, her back thumping against the desk even as their hips collided with bruising force.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

How much more of this could she even take? Already Futaba felt she could almosthearher brain cells dying, popping in her head like useless packing peanuts with every mouth-watering, bone-rattling slam of Kei's prick deep inside her pussy. She was drooling openly now, unaware of what a shameless teenage fuckpig she looked like and completely unable to stop it in any way.

"It's shooo gooood!" She moaned loudly, spittle foaming up at the corner of her mouth as her voice squeaked, squirting again around Kei's cock, happy to be his little petite fuck puppet. Her lithe legs trembled in Kei's grasp, shaking like thin branches as he began to thrust in time with his tugs, ramming into her hard enough to make her teeth chatter inside her skull. Jerking off with her tight pussy and loving the way her cunt gripped every inch of his cock so tightly, almost with a hungry need. She wasn't tight anymore, pussy getting wider and wider as he spread her open, ruining her for any other man, though Futaba already knew no one else could ever compare to this beast who had fucked his way straight into her heart as well as her fucking womb.

None of the chaste kisses and tender looks she had shared with Akira could ever have compared to the sheer, raw, animalisticpowerof this cock. Kei was fucking cool, amazing. Principal Shido was the best,theonly man worthy of the title, as far was she was concerned.

The only male who could ever make me feel likethis!Oh god, I'm going to fucking burn up on this cock, my mind feels like its melting!

Futaba's nails put little dimples in the shoulders of Kei's suit, unable to even grip him tightly as her body seemed to grow weaker with every thrust, even as the sensations radiating from her pussy were stronger and eroding her sanity faster and faster, pussy being destroyed in time with her once genius level intellect.

Kei spoke casually, as though discussing the weather, or a vaguely interesting tv show.

"You know, I take it back. This teenage pussy is actually pretty great." He smirked again, and even this light praise was enough to push Futaba over the edge once more, her body going stiff as a board as she squirted herself silly. The room practically with the scent of her pussy, their mixed sweat and the sheer musk from Kei's primal cock and balls.

"You're breaking me apart!" Futaba yelled, her hands leaving his shoulders to scratch at her own face, eyes wild and crazy behind her outstretched fingers. The difference in their strength and sheer power between the two of them couldn't be on clearer, more lewd display.

The sheer force with which he wasyankingher up and down on his pillar of cock only got worse, tugging her faster and faster as Kei let go of her legs and held her firmly by the hips. His thumbs bruised her skin as Futaba's legs dangled limply, unable to close them and remaining spread-eagle, her pussy defenseless as Kei hammered into her, his pelvis crashing into her tender flesh. Futaba's hands weakly clung to him, feeling as though she were in the midst of some raging current that she could only hope of riding out. Nothing but the raw sensation of his cock, the sheer awe she had for this man and a general pink, heart-shaped haze filled Futaba's formerly genius mind.

He had just taken what he wanted for and now Futaba knew that wasright.This man deserved her virginity, plain and simple, along with anything else he might desire from her. Futaba was simply unable to match his body, his strength, or his sheer raw sexual charisma. Her breath left her in fits and starts, body rippling from the impacts as her small breasts bounced in her shirt and her ass shook from the urgent fucking. The fact that she was being used solely to please his dick, and yet had been picked from all the other girls, was almost too joyous for Futaba to bear, her eyes rolling in her head as she babbled in mad pleasure.

"Hahh, huh, so fucking good! Kei-sama, I'm kuh-coming again! Your cock is ripping me apart!!"

Futaba knew at that moment, with her legs shaking from pleasure, toes tingling in fear and awe keeping her eyes open and focused on Kei's strong, handsome face, that she was utterly at his mercy. She was so much weak prey before a towering beast. Futaba simply wasn't built to fuck a stud, brutish man like this, he was so strong, so powerful. Yet Futaba knew, in some dark part of her heart, the part that had always sought out the most twisted, lewd and debauched things she could find on the internet (and Futaba could findanything)that she should be proud of herself.

Sojiro, the man who had practically raised her. Akira, her former boyfriend turned girlfriend turned...she didn't know what. All of her other friends. Not a single one of them could even compare to the overpowering feelings Futaba had for this wonderful, terrifying man. The only thing that could even compare to how forceful, how mighty her new but already deep-rooted feelings for Kei were was...well, how forcefully he was slamming into her dripping cunt, over and over and over again. It was all far too much, and something inside of Futaba snapped like a twig.

"Hu-aaah! Ahhhh!!"

As Futaba screamed her heart out, Kei only took this incentive to fuck her even harder and faster, tugging at her shorts before tossing them to some soon forgotten corner of the room. The desk shuddered beneath their bodies as he rammed into the little teen hard enough to make her see stars.

WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!

"Yuh, y-you're KILLINGMEEEE!"Futaba shrieked, her body being fucked up as brutally as her mind. Her pussy gushed almost nonstop as she orgasmed again and again, her legs feeling numb as her body was used and abused like a living fleshlight. When would this end-would it ever?

Kei leaned forward, looming above her as he pinned Futaba to the desk with his cock like a pretty insect skewered by pins. Futaba could do nothing but obey as he hooked her legs up over his shoulders, the better to slam down inside of her pussy. Kei leaned down further still and Futaba surprised herself by actually being able to lift her head up, meeting Kei in a sordid kiss. The younger girl opened her mouth wide, letting Kei press his tongue inside, feeling his lips work against hers with hunger, spit passing back and forth between the two of them. Even now as he rutted inside of her she felt drool escaping her mouth, making their sloppy make-out session a wet and noisy affair. Futaba's hands found the edge of the desk and held on for dear life as her breath came in hurried little fits through her nose, panting as she was quite literallytakenby Kei.

Futaba kissed Kei like some love-sick teen, utterly smitten with this handsome, forceful man, uncaring for how he treated her or her friends so long as she got this cock. She was going utterly gaga for a man she'd just met, showing a wider range of emotion for this studly animal of a man than she had in the past several years. Any moment when their kiss would break, Futaba would babble about how 'amazing~' he was or how hard she was 'coming', stuttering and tripping over her words like some brain-addled slut. Kei was fucking her like a beast, pressing her down into the desk as her legs weakly kissed and her hands crawled all over his body, sliding inside his shirt. Every inch of him felt wonderfullymale, strong and muscular and hairy, his grown-up body nothing but a source of admiration and awe for the young redhead.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

The desk rocked underneath them, shaking on its legs with an almost worrying creaking sound. Kei's cock seemed to be splitting her open for the first time with every thrust, her body being forcefully broken open again and again, cervix wrapped around him like plastic wrap as Kei's cock bashed against the back of Futaba's womb. She felt like she was burning up with lust for this man, her awe almost giving way to something like worship-if Kei wanted to fuck her every day like this, for the rest of Futaba's life, she wouldn't have been able to say yes fast enough.

Their kiss continued again as Futaba's head rolled back on the desk, the constant bouncing and shaking enough to leave her with countless bruises on her back and legs. Her eyes showed nothing but whites as she gasped into Kei's mouth, her lips sucking with greed at his tongue as her fragile, forty and change kilogram body quaked under him, her legs and hips creaking almost as loud as the sweat, sex-stained desk.

"Ungh, I'm fucking cooomming!!" Futaba screamed again-how many times she'd spat out those very words in a frenzy of ecstasy, she'd lost count.

Kei's cock was punching its way inside of her and he paused for just a moment as he whispered into her hear, breath hot.

"That's right, little miss Sakura. Just take taht cock, just like that, be my good little piece offuckmeat."

Futaba gasped and orgasmed again as Kei resumed rutting furiously inside of her, her hands weakly slapping the desk, legs stiff and practically numb from the constant pounding. He was too strong!

Too big...too fucking hard...toopowerful!

Futaba's mind was focused on Kei, and no-one, nothing else. There was simply nothing else that compared to this man that had so swiftly taken her virginity, claimed her pussy and womb for his own, and had now clearly claimed her heart and soul as well with only the force of his conquering fat prick, unleashed upon Futaba's tiny nubile form.

"I think I might just keep you, miss Sakura. Make you my personal pupil from now on. Make you my fucking property." Kei said, almost snarling as he celebrated breaking down another brainy slut into his personal pocket pussy-not unlike a certain former amateur detective he knew.

"Just like that teacher's pet suck-up and the slutty model bitch, you belong tomenow."

Futaba normally never would have let someone say such things about her friends unchallenged, but when Kei said it, it didn't just seem ok, it felt true,right,in an undeniable way. They had all been practically slutting themselves out for the new principal earlier, after all-but only Futaba had been chosen.

"Yessss!" Her tongue stuck out between her lips as Futaba happily agreed with Kei, submitting every way she could.

"I'm yours, allyours.Oh, Principal Shido-sama, I uh, eh, I love yo-o, oh gaaaawd!~" Futaba's eyes shrank to almost nothing in her head, tiny pinpricks as the constant fucking took its toll on her. She was only too happy to be Kei's personal fucktoy, even if it seemed quite likely that his treatment was likely to break her with barely any effort.

At this point, Futaba was unclear if the harsh sounds of their fucking were louder in the office or in her own head, as her entire skull seemed to be shaking, rattling her brain. Her mind full of nothing but thoughts of Kei and his cock, plundering her most sacred of places as he treated her womb like a dick-sleeve. Futaba couldn't even try to compare any of the men in her life to Kei, even Akira who had helped to pull her out of her isolated world. They all just seemed so insignificant now, dropped straight out of her heart and mind as she stared up at Kei in dazed awe.

This man is...perfect.She thought, hair draping about her body as her back was rocked against the desk, the leather of her boots leaving scuffs as she tried to wrap her legs around Kei, but couldn't summon the strength. Futaba's glasses were crooked on her face, almost giving her a cutesy appearance aside from her orgasm-flushed skin and the drool trickling from her mouth as worshipful thoughts filled her head.

Wham! Wham! Wham!

As Kei only picked up the pace, there was a sudden shuddering sound, wood creaking. With a few jagged snaps, the desk cracked right in two beneath Futaba, her back and the solid wood together not a match for Kei's heavily muscled, rampaging fucking. Futaba collapsed under the weight of him, his body enveloping hers as her back hit the floor with a thump. She wheezed from the impact, but Kei didn't let up for a second, ramming into her cunt without mercy.

Kawakami, still unconscious under the desk, was simply pushed out of the way by one of Kei's feet, not on purpose though. Rather than trying to move her out of the way of the collapsing desk, he simply wanted to get a better stance to continue pounding Futaba with fast, long strokes, raw-dogging her into the wooden floor. Her pussy was aching, screaming at Futaba in both pleasure and pain as he destroyed her, treating her like a rabid animal might treat its mate.

Kei kissed and bit at Futaba's pale, swan-like neck and she cooed, arching her back and leaning further against his strong body. A stray thought fluttered through her brain as he marked her with his teeth, nipping and sucking. Was he going to come...inside her tiny, tight pussy? Futaba had never even considered having to buy birth control in her life before and now some part knew the decision wouldn't have been up to her in the first place. Not with Kei, not with this magnificent beast of a man.

Soon, Kei grew tired of slamming down into Futaba, and decided she needed to 'show proper respect for her principal.'

Too braindead to truly understand what was happening, anything Futaba might have said vanished as Kei withdrew from her pussy, leaving her feeling sore and suddenlyempty.As he undressed to 'get more comfortable', he said, the sight of his strong, slightly scarred and tattooed body, rippling with muscles and covered in dark chest hair, Futaba was only too happy to do whatever he wished.

Soon she was naked herself, leaving only her torn panties and boots on, feeling confident in her body for the first time in her life. She'd never measured up to girls like Ann or Makoto before but she was in here getting fucked by the world's sexiest man and what were they doing? Kei relaxed on the floor in a half-sitting position as Futaba bounced on his cock, her hands on her thighs for support as she rocked up and down, going absolutely crazy. The feeling ofjammingthis cock deep inside her pussy from this angle was incredibile, and it was driving Futaba mad.

"Kei-sama, I love this cock! I canfeelit deep inside my little pussy, fucking up my insides! Watch my tight little ass bounce for you, Prinicipal-sama! Your cock feels so good inside me!"

Wham! Wham! Wham!

"I wnat this cock deep inside me...forever!" Futaba voice had taken on an almost chirpy, high-pitched tone as she babbled madly, sweat dripping down her face as her eyes screwed up in pleasure. Despite being in control of the pace, Futaba was helpless to do anything but fuck herself on that cock as fast and as hard as she could, crashing her ass down into Kei's crotch, feeling his heavy balls slap her pussy as his pubes ground into her soft ass. This cock was so amazing how could she do anything but get as much of it as she could, as fast as possible? Losing her mind as she took an even more active role in her own degrading, mind-destroying sex marathon.

"Kuh-cock! Kei's cock, feels so fucking good! Cock, cock cock!"

As much as she was enjoying herself, every nerve in her body on fire with pleasure, Futaba knew she was exhausted, more than she'd ever been in her life. Pulling all-nighters to hack into restricted government websites wasn't a tenth as draining as fucking herself silly on this cock. Yet she couldn't stop-her body wanted more, without caring of the consequences, and Futaba's mind was in no position to do anything about it. She wanted more cock, she demanded more cock, sheneededit.

Futaba's tongue flopped out of her mouth as she mindlessly yelled, voice thick. "Big...fucking cock! Bigcockkk~!"

As Futaba continued to impale herself on Kei's cock, there came a sudden knock. Futaba didn't even seem to hear it, as she continued to ride without even pausing.

Kei didn't take his eyes off Futaba's bouncing, but quietly called out, already knowing who was at the door. There was really only one person it could be.

"Yes, come in." He said, voice only slightly strained as Futaba's tight pussy continued to milk him for all she was worth.

It was Akechi, entering smoothly and taking in the sight of Futaba pounding her hips up and down into Kei's lap as calmly as though the principal were doing paperwork. The sissy secretary strutted over to the pair, expression almost playful, having eyes only for Kei even as another cry of "Coooocckk!!" filled the room.

"Please, forgive my interruption, Shido-sama, but I thought it might be time for me to take the trash out for you, if you require." As always, there was an undercurrent of lust in Akechi's words, caught between sensual and submissive.

"Feel..unf, free!" Kei said, gripping Futaba's hips but only lazily thrusting upwards as Futaba continued to do all the work herself. As Akechi walked by, Kei glanced at her pale booty, as Akechi cocked her hips from side to side letting the hunky principal catch glimpses of her panties as her short skirt swished upward enticingly, all too happy to put her body on display for him.

As Futaba watched without comprehending, totally focused on pleasing Kei's cock with every inch of her stretched-out pussy, Akechi crouched down besides the unconscious Kawakami, letting out a smalltchnoise.

"It's a good thing she's a better teacher than a cocksucker, or we'd have to fire her." Akechi said with an air of almost sweet condescension. Her hands shot out, grabbing Kawakami by her unkempt, sweat-matted hair. Dragging her out like a sack of garbage as the sordid fuck between Futaba and Kei continued.

"Oh, miss secretary." Kei said, having to raise his voice a bit over the constant slapping sounds of Futaba's ass bouncing in his lap.

"Be a good little sissy and bring methatstudent, would you? I think there's something they need to see."

Akechi smiled, still tugging on Kawakami's hair hard enough to rip the roots as she hauled the teacher out. "Oh, of course sir. I understand completely."

Moving a bit closer, Akechi let Kawakami drop to the floor with a painful sounding thud, face close to Kei's. She opened her mouth wide, letting her tongue slide out as Kei leaned forward to meet her. Even as he began to pound a bit more insistently up into Futaba's cunt, Kei kissed Akechi deeply, their tongues writhing against each other as the secretary greedily swallowed her superior's saliva, cheeks flushing at the taste. Their lips met in an almost primal embrace, as Akechi's knees buckled a bit, her perfect frosty secretary demeanor cracking at the chance to make out with her beloved Shido-sama like a horny teenager.

When the kiss broke, Akechi composed herself, waving one hand at Kei in a coquettish fashion. "Oh you. I swear, Principal, you're a real devil sometimes~Just let me know if you needanythingelse."

With a final thrust, Futaba finally fell still as Kei held her against him, cock buried up to the balls in her dripping pussy. As Akechi left, coldly dragging Kawakami out without a thought to her safety or dignity, Futaba's cries rang out throughout the office and beyond.

"UUUUNNNG!!" The little nerd's face screwing up into a degrading orgasmic expression, tongue out and glasses askew, hair messy and overall looking like she'd been fucked half to death-at least. Kei was happy to keep her in place, grinding his cock within her, moving his lips almost lazily from side to side.

"Ah, your pussy is so greedy, Futaba. It's practically milking by cock-I can feel your womb trying to hold me tight! What a naughty slut you turned out to be."

Futaba nodded frantically, her chin almost striking her chest in her hurry to agree. "Yes, I'm a dirty little slut! Oh god, I can feel your fat cock stirring up my insides, it'[s like you're fucking my guts up with your fucking horse cock! Ooo-waaah!"

This slow grinding fuck continued for a few minutes, as Kei hoisted Futaba up by a few inches and then lowered her back on his cock, happy to give her this slight reprieve, even if she seemed well beyond the point of recovering her sanity if not just for now, then possibly forever.

The door Akechi had left open slightly was then pushed open further and a familiar face peered inside the room, dark hair and spectacles shining over high pale features. Akira, whom Kei had asked Akechi to bring and had jumped at the chance.

"Ah, good to see you, Akira-chan." Kei said.

"I really can't thank you enough for introducing me to your friends, like Futaba here."

Akira's eyes were wide, disbelieving as she blushed. The girl she had once had a crush on was fucking Kei so deeply there was a clear bulge above the dripping mound of her pussy, visible past her belly button as she rode Kei in a lewd, spread cowgirl position. For a moment Futaba and Akira's eyes met, with Futaba making no moves to cover herself. Legs spread shamelessly wide, cuntimpaledby cock.

"Well, don't be rude, miss Sakura. Don't you have anything to say to Akira? I understand the two of you used to be quite close." Smugness dripped from each of Kei's words, and to their lasting shame, both Akira and Futaba found his odd hopelessly arousing.

"Uh,hai,Principal-sama. Akira-chan, I...I,"

She began to slam herself up and down on Kei's cock, keeping her legs spread, eyes rolling up into her skull. Tears of joy and drool mixed on Futaba's face as her hands came up, displaying twin v-signs.

"I want you to remember this, Akira-chan! Burn this sight into your, watch as your former girlfriend is stolen by this hunk! HNNNG!" Trying to keep her eye contact with Akira, Futaba was only successful for a moment before her eyes rolled back completely, words babbling madly.

"Nuh, no that's not right! He didn't steal me, I gave myself to him! I'd give Kei anything he wanted, all for this cock! I love Kei, he's perfect! Fuck me Kei, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

As if answer, Kei grunted beneath Futaba, sweat beading on his brow. "Fuck, you tight little slut! Keep riding me like that and I'm going to fucking come right in your cunt."

Futaba squealed at that, back arched as she continued to slam her pussy up and down on that cock.

"Y-yes! I want your come! Watch closely Akira, Kei's going to knock me up! His hot, gooey semen is going to fill me up, I'm going to be his baby momma!" Futaba didn't even mean to be cruel, really, to taunt Akira with this sight-she simply couldn't help it. At that moment, if her long-lost mother had entered the room, the redhead still would have been chanting such lewd vulgar things with insane excitement.

"Get me pregnant, Kei-sama! Show Akira why she's better off as a woman anyway! No man could ever compare to you, but...UNNGH!...a woman like her, like muh-me, deserves all the cock and come you can give her. Shoot your hot load inside me, give me all that come! Knock me up, knock me up!"

Her words entered a sordid loop as Akira watched, swallowing audibly. Futaba's chants filled the room above the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh and Kei's own grunts. To her shame, Akira's uniform was damp with sweat and her crotch suddenly moist with arousal. Far from being jealous of Kei for getting to fuck Futaba so thoroughly and completely, Akira was just upset she couldn't switch places with the tiny girl. Kei simply lounged like a king as Futaba frantically slammed herself up and down on his cock.

Softly, though no one could hear but her, Akira's lips moved, eyes transfixed on Kie's crotch as Futaba's pussy swung up and down over and over again. Her gaze was fixed at that sordid connection, watching Futaba's juices gush out even as Akira mumbled to herself, "That's right, Shido-sama, knock her up. It's what she-you-deserves."

"I can feel it! Kei-sama's going to give me every drop of sperm in his balls, I can't fucking wait! Watch me get pregnant, Akira, remember this forever!"

Futaba slammed herself back down one last time, teeth grit against the overwhelming sensation of her sore and overused womb getting treated like a punching bag by Kei's enormous cock. Her face was a crazy lewd expression of sex craziness, in her vulgar wantonness even snot began to trickle down her nose to join the drool and tears on her face.

"Unnnf, fuck I'm going to come, Futaba! Take it all, bear my child!" Kei yelled, his balls tight and mashed against Futaba's busy as his dick began to burst out with come, thick, hot jets that splashed into her womb. Holding her still, the ropes continued to pour out, swiftly filling up Futaba's womb and pouring back out of her tight pussy, but even that wasn't enough to relieve the pressure. With a sick, warbling cry of orgasm, Futaba threw her head back as her pussy and belly began toexpand, full of enough jizz to feed an entire brothel for a week as she swelled up with sperm like nothing more than a living condom.

Futaba twitched, her own juices mingling with Kei's thick, nasty sperm as it poured out of her in a waterfall. The room stank to high heaven and Akira could feel a dampness on her skin, like standing in an incredibly humid forest, with the scent of water replaced by the tacky, almost dewy nature of spunk and Futaba's constantly discharging juices. It made her eyes water just to smell it, but they didn't get half as moist as her aching, throbbing pussy.

"That's right, take it all! Drink up every drop of my sperm with your lewd pussy, Futaba-chan!" Kei yelled, the corded muscle in his arms standing out as he gripped Futaba's hips hard enough to leave purplish marks.

"You can carry on wearing those little booty shorts to school, my little nerdy pocket pussy." His words made it clear that Futaba's outfits were only the merest hint to what he controlled about her.

"But pretty soon you're going to have a fat little pregnant belly to worry about when you wear them, slut!"

Futaba was swooning, body and mind pushed far beyond their limits. She wasn't sure what would give out first, her heart or her mind, panting heavily and feeling like she couldn't get enough air. "Ah...ahhh~"

Her face still wore that same fucked-crazy expression, seemingly plastered to her face now before she shuddered, body trembling. After a few moments, she simply fell forward, Kei rocking his hips enough that whens he landed on the floor, headfirst, she slid off his cock, body stretched wide as inch after inch slowly withdrew from her jizz-swamped depths like a breathing tube being pulled out of a hospital patient.

Sweat dripped from all inches of Futaba's body as she panted like crazy, her pussy gaping wide, giving Kei and Akira a clear glance into how far apart her pussy lips had been stretched, how utterlydeepKei had fucked her.

Splllrt!

Beyond all reason or shame now, Futaba's body spasmed as she orgasmed again, jizz shooting out of her overstuffed pussy to splatter onto the floor. As much that exited her tiny frame, it seemed like even more was packed inside her guts, giving her a noticeable bulge of come. Futaba couldfeelKei's sperm swimming around inside her, knowing that she was getting pregnant at that very moment, her body and life now chained to this stud's, forever.

Kei let out a content sigh before he slowly stood up, his cock still bobbing in the air, erect and dangerous looking. Akira stared at him as he walked slowly around Futaba's prone form. He stooped in front of her unseeing eyes, stroking his cock arrogantly right in front of her face. Jacking that cock off with fast, slick strokes, their mingled juices practically lathering up his fat fuck-stick.

"Well, thanks for dropping by, Akira-chan, but you'd best not wait up. Your little girlfriend here, oh sorry, excuse me,ex-girlfriend, won't be going home with you. She has far too much to do here at the Academy. So much work in fact, she'll probably have to keep working on it afterwards. But don't worry, I'll make sure she gets a thorough, deep preparation for the upcoming school year with me at my apartment. Can't have such a bright student falling behind, after all."

Futaba's eyes rolled around in her head, trying to focus on anything in the room, wavering between Kei's fat, beefy cock and Akira's face, wearing a flushed, clearly turned on expression. As Kei began to grunt and groan, his eyes never let Akira's face even as he began to bust another hot load all over Futaba's face. Her hair was laced through with his tacky, off-white sperm, her glasses covered so completely she couldn't see past them, and even her nose and mouth clogged up with the thick, almost chewy stuff. Akira had never seen a man so forceful before, but she recognized the expression on Kei's face, pointed directly at her.

Once I'm done with her, you'renext.It seemed to say. That nearly made her cream her panties right there on the spot.

Futaba simply panted on the floor, giving the air that she was only too happy to remain there, or go home with Kei, or anything else that he wanted. The moment Akira left, and probably before that, the sexy little nerd would be getting fucked some more, even though she knew she simply couldn't take anymore. Her pussy felt sore beyond belief, and her body utterly broken in strange ways. When she healed-if she healed, Futaba still had enough brains left, barely, to know she'd never quite be the same. And that was fine if it meant she'd make a better fuckdoll for Kei.

Finally, Akira broke their gaze, looking down at Futaba with a strange mixture of envy and a trace of lust. Her face blushed at being spoken to so plainly by Kei, and she felt a twinge of regret for ever introducing Futaba to the Principal, if only because it meant she spent less time with him.

"I...understand sir." Akira left, but not quite in a hurry, making sure to put on show of bending over to open the door and then walking straight out so her ass, wrapped in tight pants, was firmly displayed for Kei to see. Futaba also watched her go, even as her tongue fell past her lips, almost openly licking at Kei's cock, so close to her face she could practically taste it. The fat, glorious prick was far longer than her head, casting a lewd phallic shadow over her pretty, if entirely disheveled features.

Aroused and yet exhausted, Futaba weakly looked up at Kei, glad to be able tosee his hunky face and strong cock at the same time. "Eh, Principal-sama, may I please have...a small break? My...my body is…glurk!"

Kei leaned down and grabbed Futaba's beck, holding onto the scruff of her hair as he piledrived his cock down into her throat. At this angle he had to stop low, shoving his cock forward into her throat and swinging his sweaty, hairy nutsack right into her face. Hearts bloomed impossibly bright in Futaba's eyes even as her lungs burned for air and she struggled not to choke on her own drool and Kei's precome being fucked down her gullet.

"Oh, don't worry Futaba-chan. You can have a break in oh, four hours or so. After all, we still have to discuss your uniform. Those boots and shorts are fine, but we might have to make a few other modifications if you're going to attend my school. Wouldn't want my property to look anything other than her best right?" He sounded so self-assured that Futaba nearly swooned on the spot, even with his cock stuffed down her airpipe. She couldn't think or speak, so unprepared for this senseless, brutal throat-fucking, but she still felt overwhelming, obsessive love for that huge, nasty cock.

Her body remained low on the ground even as Kei hoisted her head up, pulling her towards him as he thrust into her throat, a bulge appearing in her neck as his balls slapped against her face. With this constant, almost literal break-neck pace, Futaba's glasses cracked at the bridge, falling apart onto the floor like so much trash, still streaked with jizz. Futaba's eyes watered and her amms remained on the floor, limp and heavy as she rapidly began to run out of air, lungs fluttering weakly in her tiny chest.

Despite the pain of such an oxygen-starving face fuck, despite knowing she should be panicking due to being unable to breathe, Futaba was still absolutely fawning over Kei in her mind. He was so strong, so powerful, somanly!The way he fucked her skull like it was nothing but a nasty little jizz-sock only made her all the happier to be carrying his future children in her womb, pussy dripping with moisture at the thought of being a happy teenage mother to the children of such a perfect stud.

Whap! Whap! Whap!

With a few more deep thrusts, Kei's balls smacked against Futaba's face, obscuring her eyes and leaving her choking on cock and inhaling the scent of his musk, pubes scratching her face. He held her there like a tiny animal impaled on a spike, muttering to himself about how fucking tight her vacuum-like throat was. He held her there, eyes shaking and unseeing, body trembling as all strength left her body, a perfect skull-fucked slut.

"Here it comes, Futaba! Be sure to drink up, you're going to need plenty of fluids now that you're going to be a mom." Kei whispered darkly, his balls spewing out another, even larger load of spunk than before. It flooded into Futaba's stomach and even backed up into her throat and lungs. Her eyelids drooped as her legs kicked a few times fitfully, boots thumping on the floor.

"GLUUURK! BLUURGH!" Futaba gagged and choked on the monster load of jizz, feeling herself gain what felt like at least a kilo's worth of weight from Kei's spunk alone. Already she could feel her body growing used to it, wanting more of it, needing it like an addict needed their next fix. Her body wanted to spew the vile stuff up so she didn't drown, stomach packed full and lungs blocked, but Futaba's mind would rather pass out than lose a single drop, which was bound to happen sometime soon.

With her body destroyed, Futaba simply swooned before losing consciousness.What a fucking...stud,Was her last thought, eyes remaining open but now utterly blank and senseless. For Futaba, that first fuck had been the experience of a lifetime, and it only would have turned her on further to know that Kei had barely been trying. If anything, he'd taken it easy on the little piece of virgin fuckmeat, not wanting to break her too completely...at least not yet.

Slowly he pulled out of her throat, her lips still suctioned to him even now. His dicktip slid out with a final, wetpop!before Futaba's head fell down, his prick having been the only thing keeping her held up. His thick jizz pooled out from her mouth, quickly sticking to her face and the floor even as some of it spewed out of her tiny nostrils. Her eyes were empty, yet solid hearts, without a trace of thought left. As Kei set about getting dressed, he gave her little ass a quick slap, watching the cheeks jiggle.

"Yes, I think you'll make an excellent pocket pussy for the upcoming school year, miss Sakura. All you need are the proper...lessons."