Senpai doesn't quite do it for me

by oakie3

After his first time with Nagatoro doesn't go so well, Naoto/Senpai finds himself in… unfamiliar territory. TW: DO NOT READ IF U DONT LIKE NTR THIS IS LIIIKE BRUTAL NTR not even lowkey just fully. Also if you're a guy and particularly sensitive to NTR type stuff idk if i would read. Could have been divided to chapters, but I meant it to be read together. Hope you like it!

Senpai... doesn't quite do it for me

(Meant to be read all at once if possible, hope you guys enjoy xoxoxoxoo)

School had just come to a close for the day, and as other students poured out of the busy halls, Nagatoro and I stood in the art room, invested in a strange game of tug of war as she pulled around with my shirt.

"C'moooooon senpai…."

In the privacy of the art room, she was trying to unbutton my shirt, but as quickly as she unbuttoned them, I buttoned the other ones back up.

"We're at school!"

"Not in class!" She continued prying away at my buttons.

"But still school… not… not at school!"

She grinned at this. "Oh?" Her hands went slack and fell to her sides, leaving my shirt alone. "So you'll take your shirt off for me later, when we aren't at school? That's what I'm hearing?"

I felt my cheeks reddening as words fell from my mouth freely. "NO WE'RE TOO YOUNG AND I THINK THESE THINGS SHOULD BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY AND YOU NEED TO THINK IT OVER AND IM NOT SURE IM READY FOR SOMETHING LIKE-" It was more of an incessant stutter than any sort of sentence. Luckily for me she broke my sputtering cycle as she interrupted me, frowning cutely.

"You're such a virgin senpai… every time I say something to… y'know… make a move, you get all awkward and freaked out."

"I…"

Nagatoro was always so blunt; she was nothing like me. I could never quite find the words for anything on my mind, let alone muster up the courage to say it.

"Senpai…" she leaned in towards me, close enough to whisper in my ear. "I've been curious lately."

Her body lurched back, and she smiled at me, then quickly realized I needed more information.

Leaning back towards my ear, she whispered "curious about… you… how you…. How you feel…"

"N-Nagatoro I…."

She pulled back.

"If you don't want to do it senpai… I might get sad…."

"What? I-"

She shot me a fake frown with eyes full of crocodile tears. But she was so darn cute it was working.

She twiddled her fingers as she spoke, looking off to the side. "I might start thinking you don't think I'm cute, senpai…."

"I…. YOU ARE the CUTEST."

"But senpai doesn't want me…"

"I…." Curse my pride and my nerves. They'd never done me any good. If I was ever to have a chance with her, I had to swallow them and put my best foot forward.

"I DO want you Nagatoro!"

A smirk cracked across her face at the outburst.

"Reaaaaaaally?" Her head to one side, and she clasped her hands behind her back. "…..How badly do you want me?"

"Um…. A lot!"

"Would you take me…. In 10 minutes? In 5 minutes? Would you…"

She casually unbuttoned the top button on her shirt, showing off the crease between her breasts a little. "Would you take me right now?"

Oh dear. I wanted to be rational, to tell her there was no way. But that had never gotten me anywhere with Nagatoro. She wanted me to stand up for myself. I could tell. But did I have the guts to do it? Even just the sight of her boobs, just the top of them, was enough to make me feel flustered and out of place. Could I ever have the courage to actually follow through and… take her? But I had to. I had to take a stand, and to show her I was serious. Did I want her right now? Hell yes I did. And I hoped that thinking so to myself would bring a little more confidence to the rest of my body.

"…. Y-yes! Right now?"

She blinked. "Are you serious? I was only half serious."

Son of a…..

"Okay, then…." She said as she walked towards the door. She then locked it from the inside, and turned to me with a gleam in her eye. Oh dear. This was really going to happen.

"Let's see if you're as confident as your words make you seem. Show me your paintbrush, senpai…"

I froze in space as she slowly walked towards me, too stunned by the entire situation to question her terrible metaphor. I swore I could hear the click of her shoes echoing on the hardwood in slow motion as she approached me, like the ticking of a time bomb.

I raised my hand in protest a little, and she paused in her tracks. Then she bent forward, smiling.

"Hmph. I knew you weren't serious."

This irked me. Yes, I was having reservations, but I… I wanted to be the kind of guy she took seriously.

"N-no! I am! I…." I started to unbuckle my pants, but quickly instead chose to pull my shirt over my head and off, exposing my chest.

"I.. I want this Nagatoro. I want you."

She suddenly dove at me, tackling my shirtless form to the ground, hugging me as she cooed a high-pitched sort of "eeeyaaaaa!" squeal.

"So creepy, senpai! You want me? Like I'm a gift you're buying?"

"No, th-that's not…"

"CREEPY creeeeepy! Cre- …. …"

She hesitated a couple seconds after her knee had brushed against something pokey.

"Is that….?"

She looked down, then back up towards me.

"Is that Senpai's little thing?"

"N- it's not little!"

"No, no, I didn't mean it like that! It's… it's….. can I see?"

I started to protest, but before I knew it, I heard the unzipping of my trousers, and she pulled away at my underwear until… there it was. Out in the air. Nagatoro was now officially the first girl to see my penis. Everything felt weird. I could feel the cool air of the classroom on it, and I could feel, perhaps more intensely, Nagatoro's gaze dialling in on it.

For a few seconds, she just looked at it. Then she looked over at me and grinned. "Senpai has a cute dick."

Was cute a good thing? I was leaning towards a no.

"I-it's not cute…"

"It's a good thing senpai!"

I was looking down at the floor next to me, avoiding eye contact.

"No, really!" She slapped my chest lightly. "It's a good thing senpai! Like, you know Haga? Sakura told me he was like… thiiiiiiis long and she couldn't even get it in!" I looked up to watch as she pulled her fingers apart from one another to show the alleged length. This wasn't a good start to what we were doing, I thought to myself. Talking about another guy was definitely not how I saw the intro to my virginity loss playing out.

Haga was the surname of Takuma Haga, a boy Nagatoro's age, and one year younger than me. He wasn't quite a bully himself, but a lot of his friends had given me a hard time growing up, so he was sort of in my bad books. That was just one more reason why I didn't feel like talking about the things he did or didn't do with Nagatoro's friend right now.

"N-Nagatoro…. Feeling kind of exposed here."

"Oh, right-" She blushed. "So… you…. You want to see my body, senpai?"

I nodded. I couldn't help but noticing she was lacking her usual teasing vigour.

"What do you want to see?"

"… Everything."

"Eeeee? You're such a little perv, senpai! Don't you know to go slow with these things?"

There she was, snapping back into her confident, teasing ways. It was a silly thing to say to me. Of course I didn't know, this was my first time.

"Show me…." I gathered my breath mid-sentence, and began again. "SHOW ME your boobs.. Nagatoro."

She blinked, a little taken aback at first.

"Hehe. Say please?"

"P…please"

And with that, she removed the top of her uniform, and gave her boobs a little shake, still concealing them with her bra. Her tan breasts looked so good on her, like perfect compliments to that cutest of cute faces.

"Okay, I have a challenge for you senpai." My ears perked up, and my eyes finally lingered away from her boobs. "It's a bit of a puzzle."

She turned her back to me, ignoring my confusion — or perhaps loving it.

"Can you figure out how to unclasp my bra?"

I was glad her back was turned, because my face shot red with embarrassment.

"Y..yes! On it!"

My flustered emotions betrayed my fingers, shaking as they pulled at the clasps over her back. But, finally, I got it, and the bra fell to the ground around her.

She then turned back to face me, her boobs cupped in her hands, and, with an adorable little nervous smile, she removed them.

Nagatoro had cute little nipples, considerably small, and the colour of her breasts was… just awesome. She was so hot. Did I even deserve this? Of course I didn't.

"S-senpai…."

"You're so beautiful Nagatoro…."

"Senpai…." Her hand fluttered down below the waistline of her skirt, apparently approaching her… her….

"I want it, senpai…."

Her eyes were fixated on my exposed dick as her hand shook under the school uniform's skirt. There was no mistaking her hand movements now. Under her skirt, she was playing with her clit. Or maybe even fingering herself.

"Y-yeah…" I was too busy watching to really take into account what she'd said. "…wait what? What if you get-"

"Shhhhhh. Try to not be a virgin for one day senpai."

"A-and you aren't?" I shot back, intending it as a slick comeback.

"No, actually, genius. I… did. It was before I met you."

My heart sunk a little. Nagatoro would be my first, but, apparently, I wouldn't be hers. Or was she just messing with me again? Usually she would fess up to her lies, but she seemed genuine about this one.

As I watched, she pulled her hands back up to her sides, grabbing her skirt. She watched me closely. I got the feeling this turned her on, that she got off to being watched, to showing off the perfect body she was so lucky to call her own. Then - she pulled the skirt down. And, after a second, I realized it wasn't just the skirt, but.. the panties. Everything. And that was the moment I saw my first real life pussy.

Nagatoro's looked just like the ones in hentai videos and erotic mangas. It was pretty much a pink line, with the exception of the tiniest bit of lip peeking through, offering the line a little bit more shape.

"Stop staring, senpai!" She slapped my head gently. Why was it wrong to stare at something so beautiful?

"Oh my…. G-god Nagatoro, you're so…."

Even though she told me to stop looking, she was clearly enjoying the praise, swaying ever so slightly as she stood, probably mildly enough that she didn't even notice it herself.

"Lay down, senpai…"

I did as I was told.

Then, Nagatoro stepped over my laying body with one foot, and began to crouch over me, as if about to pee… but instead, she was… lining her entrance up above my dick. Was this seriously happening? I couldn't believe it. In the heat of the adrenaline, the stressing nerves, and the pure sexual energy that was overtaking me, I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that this was reality, and that I was about to lose my virginity with Hayase Nagatoro, the girl I'd spent the most recent portion of my life obsessing over to the point of losing sleep.

And now that girl was reaching down to grab my dick. I shuddered. It was the first time a hand other than my own had touched my penis.

Holding it between two fingers, she lifted my erection upright, and slowly began to lower herself. I tried to make eye contact, but she was looking down, focused. Then my mind exploded. Our sexes made contact.

I breached her.

It was the single most amazing sensation I had ever felt. It was wet, and it was tight, just like how people described. But there was another element in there, something almost… magical. It felt like my dick had entered into a portal teleporting it to a place of nothing but pleasure, or like her pussy had some supernatural ability to make my heart skip a beat.

She removed her two fingers that had held it in place, and bounced up the slightest bit on me. But at this very first bounce, my dick fell out, thwapping forward against my pubes.

"Ehehe… oops." her face looked shy… embarssed. It was a rare look for her.

"I…. It feels really good….." I stammered.

She reached down and lined my dick up again. For the second time, I entered her —and it was just as heavenly as the first. This time, I could tell she was making an effort not to raise herself too far above my hips, making only the smallest grinding movements to keep my dick snuglyinside her. Yet, after three or four little bounces, she leaned over a little to look at my face better, and it happened again, my dick slipping out.

We just looked at each other for a couple seconds, our faces close in the position.

"I don't think it's gonna work…" Nagatoro muttered quietly.

"Um, I think you're too wet." I suggested. "M-maybe if I'm on top?"

"Yeah, maybe!" She had a smile that could brighten my mood on any day, no matter what evil torment she'd usually put me through right after it. "Yeah, that might work."

She sat down on the hardwood floor and, cautiously, laid back, crossing her legs to block my view of her pussy.

"Don't stare, it's… embarrassing."

"It's not embarrassing, it's pretty." It was one of the rare sentences I'd ever said to her with confidence.

I straddled her body with mine on the floor, and, slowly, found the entrance to her pussy with my dick. Hovering over her like a push-up, I slowly lowered myself — and entered her for the third time.

"Yeah…." She softly muttered as I entered her. Once again, her insides were incredibly warm and wet. it was like I had taken my dick to an onsen. I honestly couldn't believe how good it felt simply being inside of her, let alone doing any actual thrusting.

"Ah.. Nagatoro… it feels so good."

She smiled back at me from beneath me. "Yeah. It does."

Holding myself up with my hands, I began slowly thrusting in and out of her, using her tightness to stroke my shaft.

"Ngh… Mm… Ah…" I couldn't help but moan at the sensation. I'd always thought they faked it in hentai and manga, but no, I really did feel the need to moan like this.

Nagatoro, meanwhile, was mostly watching me, her eyes seemingly fixed on my facial reactions. She'd been mostly silent up until now, when she chose to say what had apparently been on her mind.

"Senpai, you can…. Go more in, y'know. I can take it."

I felt my heart skip a beat. This was bad.

"M-more in?"

"Like…" She looked to the side, seeming embarrassed at her words, guilty of her own lust. "…Deeper, y'know?"

Uh oh. I felt a pang in my chest. The thing is… there wasn't… well, I could not possibly go any deeper. I didn't have the… equipment. A tinge of panic touched my heart.

"Oh, I'm just…. Taking things slow. Ehehe…." I chuckled, trying to brush the request off.

She shot me a genuine smile , one of the most sincere things I'd seen from her ever.

"No, really, it's okay, senpai. I can take it."

"Um… okay…"

I began to thrust harder, hoping this would somehow give the illusion of going deeper. I didn't know how girls worked down there, so maybe it was just a general force thing, the more the better. But as I went along with my strategy, I noticed her gaze settling on our connecting pubic areas, like studying them. I felt a little uneasy. Was she checking to see if I was really as deep as I could go?

I tried to peel her eyes away, starting to feel like I was being inspected.

"Ah… you feel so good, Nagatoro."

She smiled a little absently. "Thanks." Weirdly, it wasn't quite her usual teasing smile. It was more so the kind of smile you gave to someone you didn't know very well. It looked like the kind of smile I would offer my parents friends when they wanted me to meet them, and I just wanted to get it all over with.

I'm getting into my own head, I told myself. You're nervous cause it's your first time. She just smiled. She's having a good time.

But as I continued thrusting myself into her, her comment about going deeper bounced around the foreground of my brain. I couldn't help but feel the empty space above my tip each time my full length sunk into her, the unknown lands I couldn't quite explore, the itch in Nagatoro's body that I couldn't quite scratch for her. The more I thrusted, the more it consumed me. It was almost all I could think about. That stupid space. That stupid little area in her pussy where my tip collided with… nothing. Where more of her tunnel awaited above, hungry for something I couldn't quite provide. Was she even enjoying this? She wasn't making much noise. She'd told me twice now; told me that she could take more, that she wanted more. Was this enough? I didn't have more.

Suddenly, this dream of mine started to feel like a stressful nightmare. My heart had been beating faster and faster, and I was starting to feel uncomfortable, like I needed to itch myself all over.

I had to know. I had to just ask point blank. Otherwise I'd just keep letting this eat me up.

"Is it good for you, Nagatoro?"

"Yeah!" She smiled.

I continued thrusting, but my mind was a mess. I was starting to notice the little things, like the way her occasional rare moans were random, unconnected to my thrusts, just… whenever. Was she faking? She had to have been. Just making whatever sounds she thought I might like here and there to punctuate the silence. She said she'd been with a guy before she knew me. Was it better than this? Was he.. better than…. me?

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't let Nagatoro onto my insecurity, but I couldn't quite keep going with my current state of mind.

I pulled myself out of her.

"Hm?"

"Th-that felt so good Nagatoro…."

I looked down at her cute pussy again. My emotions aside, I'd just been inside of that, and that was something do be proud of. I, Naoto Hachiouji, was no longer just a virgin. Today, I had conquered Nagatoro, no matter how I'd felt about doing it.

"Mm… that was fun, senpai."

"Yeah…. Yeah." I was reaching for my trousers, suddenly feeling a little too exposed.

"What made you want to stop?"

The question froze me in my tracksa little bit, and I laid my trousers on my lap, covering my penis, as I quickly tried to come up with something to say. I scrambled for something… manly, something confident.

"Uh… I think you were a little too tight for me. It was a little uncomfortable on my.. uh, dick."

Idiot. Why would I say that? In the moment, I thought she might appreciate the confidence, but instead I was greeted with a hint of anger in her voice.

"Oh really, senpai? I didn't feel good?" She emphasized the 'I', like questioning who was really guilty.

"Um.. sorry, I just meant…"

She scoffed. "Too tight, huh? Not good enough for you? That's rich, senpai."

I felt anger emanating from her, but when I looked up to meet her eyes, I was relieved to see a teasing smile from her. Phew. She was okay with everything.

"S-sorry…."

An awkward silence hung in the air for a while.

"Well, um…. Did you… y'know, finish?"

She looked down at the ground between her legs, frowning. "No… but I still could, I guess!"

She was right. There was always other stuff we could do…. Mouth stuff, hand stuff. That might be right up my alley.

Her eyes glanced away for a second, then snapped back to me with that signature demonic gleam in them, that type of look that I only saw from her when she was about to put me through hell.

"Heyyyy…. senpai. Ehehe. Remember what Sakura said about Takuma?"

I wasn't sure what to say. I did recall.

"You know…." She traced his alleged size with her fingers, as if I'd forgotten the first time she'd done it. "Takuma-kun… you know."

I nodded.

"What about him?"

"Well…." She twirled her hair in her finger as she spoke, as if an innocent little girl. "He could probably hit all the right places, don't you think?"

I froze. So she was aware of what I'd been thinking about. Of course she was, she's probably been thinking it too. How could she not have noticed the lack of depth to my thrusts, specifically after she's asked me? But yet, still, it felt like she'd been reading my mind, prying on my insecurities.

I prayed that this was just another of her sick jokes, but it felt very real.

"Wh-what? Are you-"

She frowned at me. "I wanna cuuuuum, Senpai… is that wrong?" She kicked her feet up and down a little as she spoke. "Do you think that's wrong for girls to want to cum?"

I stammered. I was choking on my words. What happened to the principle of making things work with what you have? What happened to tongue and hand stuff?

"I… I guess not, but… I can-"

"Can you pass me my phone?"

My throat dried again. She was pranking me, right? The audacity to ask me to not only be okay with what she was saying, but to help her with her proposal, to pass her phone so she could initiate it… was crazy. Her phone sat on the table near me, identifiable by its black cat ear case, but I didn't grab it. I'd have to be an idiot to in this moment.

"Your phone?"

"Yeah, I have Takuma on Line. He'd probably come do it. Sakura told me he called me cute the last few times they hung out."

She held her outstretched hand out, awaiting the phone.

I hesitated. Then, for some stupid reason, I grabbed it. And dropped it in her hand. And I watched as, still naked, she typed something. And sent it.

"There!"

I had nothing much to say.

"I-I should leave…"

"Wait, aren't we hanging out after school?"

She was insane. But she was also right. We had made plans to play video games at Nagatoro's house this afternoon. Her parents were away at a party. But what did she mean by this? She really expected me to sit here, to wait here while she was… intimate with another guy, then to walk home with her and spend the evening at her place? I began to think this was just some long-winded joke of hers.

"Right…. Hey, Nagatoro… did you… actually text him?"

I was interrupted by the sound of a notification, and she looked down at her phone, then back up at me.

"Five minutes, senpai. Stick around! And besides, aren't you curious if the rumours are true about him?"

I wasn't curious in the same way she was. I was curious in the sense that I felt the remainder of my youth was about to be ruined, and I was curious about just how bad the damage would be.

/

Nagatoro was re-dressed by the time a knock echoed through the wooden door, and she all too eagerly ran over to open it., practically bouncing.

"Hiiiiiiiii" she cooed playfully as she slid the door to the side, slowly at first, while she confirmed the identity of the guy who knocked.

Takuma had a buzzcut, and light, brown-yellow hair. He was pretty fashionable, but with a unique sense of style rather than copying whatever was fresh in the malls. Today, he wore a loose olive-green bomber jacket over a cream-colored hoodie, both of which rested overtop of our regular, boring uniform of white and black. Either way, his post-school outfit made my fashion sense (if you could say I even had one), look pretty ratty.

I was apparently the first thing in the room to catch his eye, as he cocked his head toward me after briefly greeting Nagatoro.

"Oh hey, you're uh…." He looked at me. "Uhhh, I recognize your glasses."

"M… my name is Naoto."

I wasn't sure quite how to address him — had Nagatoro SERIOUSLY brought him here just to fuck her? That seemed beyond lewd, and I almost refused to believe those kinds of people went to our school, the kind that would show up to fuck at the sending of a mere Line message 5 minutes prior.

"Naoto!" He acted like my introduction had jogged his memory of my name, but I suspected he'd never known it to begin with. "I think I had a few classes with you over the years."

As I failed to say anything, he looked back towards Nagatoro, who was doing nothing to ease the awkward tension, but rather relishing in it.

"So, you like to watch?"

"Wh-WHAT?"

He looked over at Nagatoro for confirmation, looking a little confused. "Right?"

She nodded.

It made me mad when people put words into my mouth. Nagatoro thought she could get away with anything just for being cute.

But either way, it looked like she didn't care too much about the pleasantries and the casual conversation. I watched on as she grabbed Takuma by his hands and pulled him further into the classroom, sliding the door shut behind him.

"He does… he told me he wanted to watch me with someone else."she made direct eye contact with me as she lied through her teeth. "It's his kink."

The taller boy turned his head towards my direction and scoffed. "Heh. Funny looking guy, funny kink. Adds up."

Now that just seemed kind of rude. I made an effort with my appearance… And I didn't even like to watch.

"So…" Nagatoro cooed. "Do you know why I texted you specifically?"

He chuckled and looked down and up her body, like sizing her up.

"Cause I'm so cute?"

"Becau-"

"Yeah, I know. Because Sakura can't keep her mouth shut."

"Is she… telling the truth?" Nagatoro bit her lip and looked up into his eyes. It was hard to watch her act this way with someone else. She was still the same girl, with the same personality, but her body language reeked of want, of caged passion.

"Well," he chuckled. "Depends what she's saying."

As he spoke, Nagatoro had circled around his body and was removing his coats, hooking them onto the hanger by the entrance of the art room. Then, without saying a word, she reached a slender arm out from behind him — and squeezed his crotch area, feeling him up. Somehow, he didn't even flinch at the sudden groping.

Almost immediately, as she grasped her hand over his… y'know…, her mouth shot open, and her face turned towards me. She stared for a few seconds before smiling and chuckling.

"Bahaha! That's so funny, Senpai. A boy younger than you is bigger than you!"

She gave his package more of a squeeze, and this time ran her hand along the whole area, feeling everything. I watched her eyes widen again.

"A lot bigger….."

Her hand fell away, and for a second she just stood by his side, looking up towards him. Then, without saying another word, she circled back around to his front, and began to tug at his belt cutely. "Ehehehe…."

"Woah, hey there."He chuckled to himself. He was probably enjoying the view of the cute, petite girl tugging away at his belt, her eyes aching to get a better look at what he kept under his trousers. At a certain point, he must have realized Nagatoro had no idea how his belt worked, and he began to undo it himself.

Slowly, his pants came down. Then his underwear. And suddenly, there everything was. He was much more casual than I'd been in stripping.

Sure enough, the other guy was considerably larger than me… when he was SOFT. His hanging hunk of meat looked like it would grow to be quite a bit bigger than even the ones in hentai videos, and it was just dangling in front of him there, twitching every once in a while, hinting at action. I was a little bummed out to see that his size was not lost on Nagatoro.

"Oh my god…." She kneeled in front of him, wrapping her hand around his shaft and slowly beginning to stroke him. His dick was still flaccid, just hanging there by his thighs, but she still used her closed fist to run up and down the length of it as it dangled.

Takuma chuckled and began to run his hand through her hair at the top of her scalp as she began to work on his tool.

As he hardened, the nerd in me likened it to the scene in a fantasy manga where the evil dragon emerges from its cave, and can finally be seen in full size. As Takuma grew, he only further and further put me to shame, and the soft coos and gasps that slipped from Nagatoro's mouth didn't stop. The guy was big. The measurements Nagatoro had shown off with her fingers earlier probably hadn't even done him justice. Packing something like that while still a student… it didn't quite seem fair.

"Damn, Hayase." He was still playing with her hair as she planted kisses up and down his now erect length. "If I knew a cutie like you would be all over me just by flashing my dick I'd probably have spammed you with pictures or something. You're so fuckin cute."

"Mmm~" She took the tip of his shaft in her mouth, but gagged as she tried to go too far beyond that.

Her mouth popped off of him, and she said between catching breaths, "You have… a great dick…."

She removed one of her hands from the "great dick", burying it under her skirt to fiddle with her clit.

"Hey, hey now. No secrets." Takuma nodded his head towards her skirt. "Cmon, all this dick talk and you're keeping the pussy to yourself?"

She grinned. "Oh, I definitely don't want to keep it to myself around you." She punctuated the 'you' with a playful yank of his dick, leaving it swaying back and forth as she took a step back.

With that, she dropped her skirt and panties to the floor in one felll swoop. It was the first time I could see a clear view of her naked figure from behind. She was so perfect.

"Hehe… niiiice." Takuma leaned forwards, and pulled her puffy skin to the sides, checking out her pussy in detail. "Fuck…" he raised himself back to his natural height, looking down into her eyes. "Cute girl and a pretty little pussy too…. I'm kinda mad you never invited me sooner. Too busy with this guy."

He gestured toward me with a thumb. "Hey, sorry, what's your name again, man?"

I kind of couldn't believe that he even cared. He was actively…. cucking me, wasn't he?

"My name is… Naoto."

"Right! Sorry."

He turned back to Nagatoro, who was rubbing her exposed pussy to the sheer sight of Takuma. He grinned and chuckled. "Fuck, youre horny."

She nodded.

"Hehe… silly. Sit on that desk there and get yourself ready." He was stroking himself as he spoke, his hand going part way up then part way down. It was weird watching another guy masturbate, as I'd only done it alone at my home. Takuma looked different. He had… a little more ground to cover with those hands, I guess.

Nagatoro hopped up onto one of the art room's desks, one that was pushed up next to a second desk in a way that allowed her enough headspace to lay down if need be.

"Hey, Naoto." My ears perked up. Takuma was staring at me with a familiar grin. It was the same look Nagatoro would shoot me with before manipulating me into falling for some practical joke.

"Grab my dick."

I was hesitant. This felt like a trap.

"Nah, it's fine." He tried to reassure me. "I'm not a fuckin gay or something"

Reluctantly, I reached over — and took his shaft in my hand. My hand covered only about a third of his length. But I was mostly taken aback at simply how… different it felt in my hand. It was meatier. Harder. In every single respect, it was bigger… gulp… better.

I'd always told myself it wasn't the size, but the action, the emotions. That was what people online had said, and i'd believed them. But the wild, erotic look on Nagatoro's face, the way she bit her lip and glared over at me with lustful teasing, the way she'd barely reacted earlier to my own penis… these all reassured what I knew in my heart to be true, that all of that positivity was all a lie.

She chuckled a bit as my hand wrapped around Takuma's meat. He chuckled a little himself after her.

"Alright. Now guide me into her pussy, cuck."

He couldn't be serious. I was frozen in space. The way he'd said it too.. the way he'd used the word… it hurt to be told exactly what I was right now. It hurt to feel the bulk of the label. I couldn't bring myself to move.

"Hey, Naoto, listen. The lady wants to cum. Are you gonna help her yourself?"

I could feel my erection in my pants, and I could feel how painfully small it was rubbing against my underwear in comparison to the dick I held in my hand, throbbing and menacing.

He was right. I couldn't be the one to do it. I looked over at him with sheepish eyes, and nodded my head side to side.

"Hehe. Right. So then, if you can't help her out, then at least help me help her out, right? She would appreciate that, I think."

I looked over at Nagatoro, who nodded with the cutest yet evilest smile I'd ever seen. I had always assumed we'd break this dynamic of bully and victim, but now, I felt like maybe these were our natural roles. Nagatoro as the alpha who got what she wanted, and me as the loser who helped her and took the punches from her.

Holding his dick, I guided him towards Nagatoro, pulling him gently by the dick like a dog on a leash. As he walked under my guidance, he sneered. "That's right. That's who you are deep down, hey?"

We approached the desk Nagatoro sat on, her legs now spread, and her soft tight pussy on full display. Waves of guilt crushed through me as I approached.

"What's wrong, Senpai?" It was Nagatoro.

"I.. I…"

"You're gonna let me try a huge dick, right?"

"Well….."

She put on a fake frown. It was extremely cute. "But Senpai… I want it…. I want it all the way in my pussy…. Please please pleeeeeeeease let me have it."

I looked at the floor. I was gonna do it. But I couldn't watch as I guided him towards her sex. I didn't want to see something as small and cute as Nagatoro's pussy be ravaged by something so big and meaty. Looking down was a safe spot, where I could convince myself I wasn't an active part of this all. I continued to look down as I felt his bulk sinking into her, I continued looking down as she erupted into moans of pleasure, and I still looked down as Takuma clenched his teeth and hissed "yessss".

My hand was still where it had begun on Takuma's dick when I led him here, only now it was close to the beautiful opening Takuma was slowly plunging into.

Nagatoro's voice shook me a little from my happy place looking straight down. "Yours is so….. WIIIIIIDE!"

She was loving it. And it pained me that my hand was now pressed up against her pussy. That meant she'd only taken about a third of the dick. And already, she loved it. She hasn't sounded anything like this when we'd done it. She'd sounded bored.

I moved my hand out of the way, and this time I looked up.

Inch after inch of the thick cock was slowly plunging into Nagatoro, and she was loving every second of it. Her pussy looked wrong - it looked like a dick that big shouldn't fit in the little hole I'd seen earlier. But here we were. As her entrance accommodated him, she looked over at me with a lustful smile, mouth hanging open.

"Ahhhh…. It feels like a massage for my pussy, senpai…"

How was I such a loser? How had I not only okayed this, but had guided the man's cock into my dream girl? How?

But deep down I knew the answer. It was because I genuinely loved her. I had feelings for her I couldn't confess to her in a million years, and I wanted her to be satisfied in life… and I'd been rapidly realizing over the last while that I couldn't be the guy to do it.

He kept pushing forward until about 2 or 3 inches of his dick were left exposed. The more he seemed to thrust, nothing quite happened. If my anatomy was right, he was probably… he was probably hitting her cervix and had no more room to thrust forward. The comments from Nagatoro pretty much confirmed my theory.

"Ohgodohgodit'ssodeepit'ssodeep"

He pulled himself back, then thrusted forward, repeating this action slowly and gently. Her pussy was leaving a layer of wetness behind on his shaft that glistened under the bright classroom light fixtures.

"Ahh~ AHHH!" Clearly this was doing something for Nagatoro, who threw her head back in pleasure. "I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cum".

She was flexing her brow, wincing as if concerned or in pain. I'd never seen the look from her before. She usually looked so calm and collected, so in control over me. Now, she looked completely at the mercy of this guy she hardly knew.

"Ah… ah…k-keep going." She pleaded. I could practically watch the orgasm begin to build in her body through the contorted looks that flashed across her face, a mix of pleasure and pain as her body got used to taking something like that thing.

"Hehe. No cumming quite yet, Nagatoro."

"Wh-wha?" Her eyes fluttered open.

"Hey Naoto. Look at this."

He grabbed me by the hair and pushed my head down, so my eyesight was right near his dick and her pussy. Up close it was even crazier how his shaft was fitting in the small girl. The way he'd pushed me reminded me of my bullies back in the day, shoving me around. This was the first time I'd been shoved into this kind of view, though.

"Watch this."

He plunged deep into Nagatoro, then, rather quickly, pulled out completely.

I'll always remember that moment in particular. Her vagina was almost wide open, and i could see deeper into it than anyone ever should be able to. I could see right to the end, a pink circle with a hole in the middle deep inside of Nagatoro's body. Seeing her internal workings so exposed made me shudder. It felt wrong. At the same time, I thought to myself, no wonder she had wanted a deeper fucking if THAT was how deep she could stretch.

From above I could hear Nagatoro whining at the sudden removal of his shaft.

"No, no, no! Put it back in!"

He shook his head in her direction cockily.

"Fuck youuuuu!" She bunched up her fists. "Please…"

He lined the tip back up against Nagatoro's gaping pussy — which was now slowly returning to the cute state I'd seen it in earlier — but he didn't slide in quite yet.

"Will you promise not to cum if I fuck you again? That would be very rude cumming from another guy's dick in front of Naoto here."

Nagatoro kicked her legs in the air in annoyance. "Noooooo! He can cum with me!"

She looked over at me. "Just jerk off senpai! You could cum with me!"

There was no way that was happening. I could feel my dick against my underwear; and it was not the kind of dick I would ever want to show off again.

She saw my hesitation and groaned in frustration. "I'll do it for you, senpai, just come here."

I cautiously approached, and was met with anything but caution on her end. She instantly began fumbling with my belt buckle, trying to free my dick. Meanwhile, Takuma was stroking himself with both hands, apparently turned on by Nagatoro's demonically horny nature. Before I could resist Nagatoro's attempts, I felt the air of the classroom on my dick as it poked free of my underwear. Before I looked down to check, I shot a look at Takuma. He was smiling goofily, like fighting back laughter.

It was deserved. After having his dick in my hand, the way Nagatoro stroked me with two fingers, as she was beginning to do now, felt pathetic. I wasn't even enough to merit her closed fist.

"I'm letting him cum too… so back in…"

Her head was laid back on the desk, and her eyes were adrift.

"Say please."

"JUST…. Grrr… just do it…"

He smiled, and gladly pushed himself back into her. Her moans changed volume and sound the further he pushed himself into her, like she was hitting new levels of pleasure with each new inch, right until he bottomed back out against her cervix and began to thrust, stretching her wide with his meaty girth while applying internal pressure to every single milimetre of her tunnel, over and over again.

She was basically shouting now, almost feral at the mercy of his dominating, relentless pounding. Her body seemed to have stolen control of her voice away from her brain.

For a while we stayed like that: Takuma plunging that infuriatingly big package into Nagatoro's sex, Nagatoro moaning all sorts of sounds that ranged from soft and demure to all out animalic, and me mostly just looking down at the pitiful handjob Nagatoro was giving me. It was half-hearted, distracted, and her two fingers kept slipping off of my shaft as she moaned, as if she needed remind herself how short it was. But the worst part of the handjob was that… I was getting close. And I didn't feel good about it. I felt guilty and shameful… but so turned on at the same time. My mind was dark and cloudy, but my dick was rock hard, pinched between those cute little fingers.

"Ahhhh… AHHHH! fuck fuck fuck-" Nagatoro let the last three words slip out in the cutest little high-pitched squeals.

"S-senpai…"

I was surprised to hear her address me. I'd begun to think she'd forgotten I was there, just toying absentmindedly with my stiffy like a fidget toy as she focused on the feeling between her thighs. But apparently, she did remember I was here. I looked up into the lustful fire burning behind her eyes as Takuma watched on.

"Kith me sh… shenpai… while I cum… while I HNGH… cum…"

She started jerking me off a little faster, and squeezing a little harder with those fingers.

"I…" I didn't know what to say.

I leaned in for the kiss, and she began to tilt her head towards me, but at that very second, Takuma, the asshole, began to thrust excessively hard, pounding Nagatoro's cervix, like trying to force those last few inches to fit inside of the small girl. In response, she threw her head back, and away from mine. And the moment was lost.

"AHHH~ Ouch… Ow…" Her pains sounded sincere. This was a little too much.

I looked over at Takuma. "You're hurting her."

He began to slow up, but was interrupted by an explosive shout.

"NODONTSTOP". It was the loudest Nagatoro had been all day, and it came out as one word, breathy and desperate. If anyone was still in the school halls, they'd have several questions right about now.

At that, without sparing a second, Takuma instantly returned to the vicious speed he had set, like he had a personal vendetta against Nagatoro's pussy. He was thrusting quickly, his breathing and words shaky from the cardio as Nagatoro continued to cry out.

"You like the pain, huh Hayacchi?"

Takuma using the most informal title for the girl I'd always referred to formally sent a chill down my spine.

Nagatoro didn't respond though, still hyper-focused on the pleasure his dick was delivering to her body.

Well, now I know, I thought to myself. The girl who bullied me, who had made me cry before, who seemed to smile by making me frown — she was kind of the opposite in bed. She wanted to be the victim, the one rendered speechless. She wanted that cute, tight little pussy to get BULLIED.

At that moment, she wrapped her arm around my head, which was still hovering near hers, and pulled me into her armpit, her lips pressed against my ear. I could smell the soft sweat coming off from her - salty yet sweet… feminine. The moans she shot into my ear as she trapped me there were almost ear-shattering.

"AAHHH… GRUHHHH…MFGGGGG"

Then the worst one of all.

"IM CUMMING IM CUMMING"

She dropped her fingers from my dick, apparently not caring either way whether I came with her or not. But it didn't matter. Even free from her fingers, my dick began to shoot at the impossibly lewd moans she screamed into my ear. Her arm, pulled around my head, was spasming as her body convulsed.

My load dribbled onto the floor in front of me. Shame and guilt rippled through my soul. How was this really happening?

I tried to retract my head from under Nagatoro's arm, but she held me firmly in place, apparently getting off at announcing her orgasms to me.

"AHHH~ AGAIN, IM CUMMING AGAIN"

I stayed there, locked in place for about 3 minutes, but what felt like eternity. This was a safe space here, stuck under her arm where no one could look at me.

My eyes buried in her armpit, I saw nothing, but what I heard painted the scene perfectly: wild moans from Nagatoro, grunts from Takuma, the sounds of his aggressive thrusts into her as he continued his ambitious quest to fit his entire length into the girl, and the quiet, squelching sounds of her wet pussy as he continued to stretch her out again and again with each bucking of his hips. At first, she was loudly announcing each orgasm directly into my ear, but by the end, she was quiet and sounded exhausted.

She came almost incessantly for those 3 minutes, in what was probably 5 to 10 individual orgasms, or what may as well have been one huge one that stayed with her for those entire three minutes.

Finally, she let my head go as she appeared to lose control over her body, too lost in pleasure to concentrate her energy on anything else.

I looked over at Takuma, who chuckled.

"What do you think, Naoto? Has she had enough?" He was still pounding her, holding her legs with his hands, and showing no signs of willing to stop on his own accord.

Nagatoro didn't respond, apparently lost in her own mind.

I looked down at the floor with my fists clenched by my sides, ashamed to make eye contact with him.

"Yes."

"Yeah, I think so too. I'm not even close, so I think it'd be wrong to keep going."

He slowed his thrusts. He began to slowly pull his shaft out of Nagatoro, and I could see the wetness glistening along his length as it pulled out. Her body had no doubt been sent into high gear producing enough juices just to keep up with the stretch of accommodating something like him. It was soaked.

But then, as he continued to extract himself, Nagatoro showed some signs of life. She lunged upwards and grabbed Takuma… by the cock. Her hand wrapped around the shaft that was actively pulling out of her, freezing it in place before it could fully leave her pussy.

"No. More". She looked at Takuma with that devilish grin she would usually show to me right before teasing me.

He grinned right back at her. "Good girl. Lay back down, Hayacchi."

She layed back on the desk, but hoisted herself slightly upright with her elbows, looking down her stomach towards where their abdomens connected and her legs parted to let him in.

"I wanna watch."

He slowly returned to thrusting back into her deepest parts, setting a calmer rhythm this time, and she reached her hand down to flutter around her clit gracefully.

"You're such a big boy, Taku-senpai…"

He reached his hand down to hers, and flicked it.

"Don't do that. I don't need help." He grinned smugly.

She smiled back at him and stuck her tongue out as she pulled her hand back.

"Show me."

And that was all it took for the two to return to the way things had been a minute ago. He began his aggressive pace again, ramming into her pussy, over and over again. I still couldn't get over how wrong it felt watching that tight little hole I had penetrated earlier today easily welcoming in something so much wider than me.

Over the whole conversation between the two, my dick had been hardening again, and now, watching the merciless fucking in front of me, I was hard as a diamond. I didn't know what was wrong with me. I'd already came, and yet here it was standing at full attention, without attention from anyone else. Just the sight of the other two, who were still just lost in their own world, Nagatoro watching with awestruck eyes as her classmate stretched her pussy wide and deep.

I began to jerk myself off to the view, now throbbing with want.

Takuma seemed to take notice, and flashed me one of his infuriating cocky grins.

"You want a turn buddy?"

"N-no…" Nagatoro called out. It shattered my heart.

"Ooh, tough luck. Sorry, man." He shrugged as he continued to ravage her.

I looked towards Nagatoro, but she wouldn't make eye contact with me. Maybe she'd forgotten I was even there.

I watched Nagatoro cum one more time, then, one minute later, again. The art room, my place of comfort, my escape from the stressors of life, now the setting for the day where I truly realized just how inadequate I was for girls like Nagatoro. The universe is funny.

"Hey, Naoto, you want a taste of this pussy?" It was Takuma.

"Don't pull out!"

He brushed her plea off, and continued to look towards me.

I did want a taste. I wanted it bad. I nodded, my cheeks bright red.

"C'mere."

I walked over towards him, and, as I watched him thrust into her with my bare cock out, I could fully appreciate just how different we were. I had nothing compared to him.

"Kneel down."

He was trying to give me a good view as he took her. It was incredibly disrespectful. But I did as I was told.

My face inches from the sex, he began to slowly pull his cock from her sex, which resulted in a series of "nooo"'s from Nagatoro.

Then, his dick emerged from her depths with a slight 'pop' sound, and bobbed in the air. I stared at her pussy. It didn't look how it did when I'd seen it. The straight pink line was now shaped kind of like a teardrop, gradually opening up into a gape where her tight little hole had been. Her pussy muscles were slowly returning to normal, but I could still see the extent to which his cock had done a number on her. It was my second time making that kind of observation tonight, but somehow, it was just as simultaneously soul-crushing and dick-hardening as the last.

But I was here to do a job.

I stuck my tongue out and brought my face closer to her sex —but I was held back by the collar of my shirt. I looked up to see Takuma, who smiled. "Aren't you forgetting someone's permission."

Bastard. Don't make me say this.

"N-Nagatoro…" I gulped back some tears. "Can I… with my tongue…"

"…..No".

The answer took me back, and a single tear began to fall from my left eye. It reminded me of the first time I'd met Nagatoro, and she rendered me to tears.

"N-no?"

"I want Takuma in me. His dick." I couldn't speak. I felt like the lowest of lows. Just scum.

"I don't want to get eaten out, senpai. I wanna get railed again…. Hehe."

She had assumed I needed elaboration, but I was really just too crushed to speak.

Takuma, still holding me by the collar, yanked me up to a stand, and gestured his hand toward her pussy.

"Get in there, bro."

"N-no.." Nagatoro argued. But she was quickly interrupted.

"Shhhh. Quiet, Hayacchi. Give the boy a chance."

It was pathetic that the man cucking me was the one advocating for me. He gave me a little shove towards Nagatoro.

I took a breath as I stood there, my dick hovering inches in front of her pussy. I'd done this before. I thought I'd read somewhere that girls were more likely to cum right after they had just came, like the odds multiplied or something rather. So that would work to my favour, right? Maybe I could capitalize on the inroads Takuma had made, and bring Nagatoro to the finish line alongside me. I took another deep breath, and began to push myself into her.

At first, I wasn't sure how to react to what I was greeted with. She was soaking wet, but… it didn't feel good to me. It didn't feel like masturbating with a closed hand, it was more like… pushing myself into a pillow. It was too soft… too easy. I thrusted in and out, but I felt almost no pleasure. It wasn't the same spa for my cock it had felt like earlier. No… grip. None of that… that magic aspect that I'd struggled to define. I guess that this was simple anatomy. Her pussy had been accommodating something much larger than this, and she hadn't had time to bounce back to the relative tightness I'd enjoyed just an hour earlier. It was science.

Nevertheless, I continued to thrust, and my heart warmed as my efforts were rewarded: Nagatoro let out a whimper.

I was doing it. I was fucking her good.

But then, I quickly wished I hadn't heard it. As she continued, I realized she wasn't whimpering. She was trying to conceal her giggling under her breath. She was laughing at me.

Takuma's hand rested on my shoulder. "You wanna tap out or keep going?"

The way he was nice in the cruelest way added insult to injury. But he was right. I quickly pulled myself out of Nagatoro. I cringed at the realization that her pussy was now less opened than it had been prior to my fucking it. After me, it had started to looked normal again.

"Hey, I've got an idea buddy." Takuma shot me the kind of smile Nagatoro was so famous for — a teasing, devilish grin.

His hand floated downwards and rubbed around Nagatoro's sex, then dipped his fingers in. When he pulled them back out of her, coating and strands of her juices were on them. Then, to my surprise, he lowered his hand a little bit — and began to rub the liquid on Nagatoro's butthole.

She was evidently also a little jolted by the sudden brushing against her most intimate of areas. "H-hey!"

"Maybe this would be a little more enjoyable for both of you."

"Th-that's too lewd!" I stammered, and Nagatoro voiced slight rebuttals as well, but Takuma's voice interrupted us.

"Naoto, think about it. You'll feel pretty big to her if it's in the butt."

Nagatoro giggled a bit at this, apparently dropping her concerns. She must like it then, making a mockery of me.

"Th-that's not right…"

"C'mon," Takuma gestured at my dick, which was still throbbing hard. "Don't you want to feel like a big dog for a little bit?"

It was only know that he retracted his hand from its position near Nagatoro's littlest hole.

"It won't.."

He turned his gaze towards her. "Have you ever put anything in your butt, Hayacchi?"

"… Yeah, a few times."

My jaw dropped to the floor. This was the girl who teased me for being perverted when I wasn't, and she was now ready to casually expose all of her dirty secrets to this guy she knew much less than me.

"See? It'll be fine. I wanna see you enjoy it a little too. I'm starting to feel bad, man."

The pity in his words ached through my bones and triggered a new wave of shame in my heart.

"Here, I'll get her nice and ready."

Takuma spat on his hand and rubbed the spit onto Nagatoro's…. asshole. It still felt so wrong to be seeing it. She defended herself so hard, even taking karate to fend off creepy guys, yet now the most scandalous crevice of her body was willingly exposed, just presented to us in the open air.

Her tiny little hole now glistening with spit and her own fluid, Takuma spat on his hand again, this time using his pointer finger to push his spit into her ass, which triggered a cute little gasp from Nagatoro.

"Should be good." Takuma slapped my back in encouragement, but it was so hard that it stung a little.

"I….."

"Go on."

"It's uh… I… I…"

"Bro, if you don't want it, I'm gonna get back in that pussy."

"YEAH! YAYYY!" Nagatoro chirped, apparently excited by the idea of his dick back inside of her, like bothering to humour mine instead was a chore to her.

"I… I will"

No turning back now — this was gonna happen. My logical brain begged the question was this even hygienic?, but my dick was doing most of the actions for me. I lined my wood up to her butthole, and began to press inwards. Sure enough, it slowly entered her.

"Mmmm… senpai's in my butt." She giggled.

But I was lost in my own thoughts. There was that feeling again, that onsen-like feeling of having my body part embraced by another's body.

"Aaah…." It felt so much better than I was expecting. Her ass was warm, and it gripped tightly around my dick. The makeshift lube of spit and pussy juice was surprisingly sufficient, and I could easily fit the whole of my dick inside her, her cheeks colliding with my hips.

I looked up for a reaction from her. It was the same trolling grin she always gave me, but something was a little different. Maybe she was in more pain than she was allowing me to let on.

"Fuck it, senpai."

I realized right then and there that I had been standing balls deep in her ass for quite a while now, without thrusting. So I started doing just that, thrusting. My movements were short and slow, and I enjoyed the feeling of her insides handling my dick, resisting a little on the forward thrust and hugging it on the backwards pull.

"Ehehe…"

I looked back up at her. What could she possible be laughing about?

As if to answer my mental question, she suddenly let a crazed look overcome her face, and shot her finger towards me, pointing.

"GROSSSS! SENPAI LIKES BUTTHOLES! SENPAI'S A DOG!"

"I…" I was interrupted at the shock of feeling an orgasm begin to build up. "I'm not.. a dog."

I couldn't cum soon. Not one minute into fucking Nagatoro's…. ass. Not while she teased me like this.

"You are, you are! Bark for me senpai."

I hesitated.

"Bark like a dog!"

"….. Arf arf". I continued to thrust into her ass as she erupted into laughter. Behind me, Takuma was chuckling to himself as well, but not nearly as explosively as the girl.

"SENPAI LIKES BUTTHOOOOOOLES" She was laughing almost hysterically.

I stopped my thrusting to steady myself, to regain my composure. I couldn't cum right now. I couldn't.

As I realized it was continuing to build up, I reluctantly pulled out of Nagatoro's ass. The sensation of an incoming orgasm slowly dissipated.

"What's wrong, Senpai? Too dirty for you? Or maybe..." she giggled. "Not dirty enough for a pervert like you?"

"I…" I stammered.

"Lick it now, senpai."

I froze.

"R-really, Nagatoro?"

"Lick it, senpai. And sniff it. Like a dog. Cause senpai's a little dog, right?"

And I think I surprised her in doing so, but… I did it. I crouched down and sniffed it, and I licked it. Just like a dog. I licked it over and over again. I lost myself in the taste, and the delicate smell that reminded me more of a stuffy room or wet laundry than anything too gross. It began to feel comfortable to me, being here, and I got lost in the licking, for the first time tonight feeling competent about something I was doing. And I licked it right up until she told me to stop.

"That's enough…. That's enough lube. Heheh… wow, senpai."

Lube? What was she talking about.

"Takuma's turn now." She grinned at the other boy. For the first time today, Takuma looked almost as concerned as I did at her request.

"You serious, Hayacchi? That was, like, easy mode, but…"

"Nooooo" she cooed. "I want it. I want to know what it feels like with good dick now."

I gulped back tears. Nothing was sacred with Nagatoro. Even my small pleasures would be corrupted.

"I mean, we can try…" he chuckled. "Slut."

Nagatoro then reached her hands down and… pulled her cheeks apart from the sides. It was too lewd… beckoning a man to ruin the most taboo, filthiest part of her body.

And for the second time that day, I came. I couldn't help it. I wasn't even touching my dick, but it dribbled cum down to my balls hands free. Another shameful orgasm rippled through my soul. Neither of them noticed, too busy on the… task at hand.

They tried for about thirty seconds, applying pressure from different angles. Nothing was working. Obviously, I thought to myself.

"Yo, Naoto. More spit?"

I nodded sheepishly, and kneeled in front of Nagatoro's asshole as Takuma angled his cock away from it. I stuck my tongue out, probably looking stupid, and I allowed my saliva to drip down all over it.

"Good dog." A girly voice shot from above.

Sheepishly, I reached down to my balls, and scooped a couple strands of my own cum up.

"Would… this help…?"

Takuma took a second to realize what it was. "Oh, you came? When?"

He didn't actually leave me any time to respond. "Yeah, rub that in there. That's probably good for sliding on in. Good one, lil' buddy."

I did as I was told, and began applying the goo. As I did, I couldn't help but think about precisely what was happening, from a scientific perspective. My logical mind was betraying me.

At this moment, the fluid containing my genes — my offspring, was being used not to reproduce with this cute girl, not to begin an adorable little family life with her, but to better prepare her butthole to be stretched open by another, more, erm, well-endowed man. What a loser I was. I almost started imagining the kids I might have had with Nagatoro, now wasted oiling up her ass for perverted sex with a boy she hardly knew. That was my role I guess. My hand began to shake a little as I rubbed the cum over her butt, the silence in the air broken only by my heavy breathing and her playful giggles.

"Alright, get out of the way" Takuma pushed me aside, and I fell back on my hands.

"Ready?"

Nagatoro nodded, her teeth pulling at her bottom lip, glowing with anticipation.

He again tried to force himself into her butt, and was again met with simply too much resistance. This time, they tried for probably one or two minutes. It just wasn't going to fit. I could tell Takuma was getting pissed off.

"'Kay, fuck this, Hayacchi, I'm fucking your pussy again."

"Nooo!" She began to protest, but suddenly, Takuma lurched forward and pinned her neck to the desk with his hand, almost choking her in his grasp.

"Shut the hell up, huh? How about that?"

My flight or fight instinct shot up, and I immediately felt maybe I should intervene. But then I saw the smile on her face, the smile that told me that, not only was she enjoying this, but.. she had probably wanted this from him for a while.

And with that, I watched from behind as Takuma, bent over the desk and holding himself up with a hand, reached his other hand down and guided that enormous dick back into Nagatoro's sweet little pussy.

She immediately began making the same moans as before, beginning with intensity at the feeling of the stretch, then tapering off as she settled into the next few inches, then erupting loudly again as the next few entered and she was reminded just how long he was, and just how deeply he could stimulate her walls.

And I just watched. Watched and listened. I watched from behind as his balls slapped against her still-wet butt, fucking her aggressively and without stop. And I listened as she shrieked out in absolute pleasure at the fullness she felt.

My dick was still flaccid, exhausted from the previous two loads, yet, still… I stroked it with my fingers. Something about watching little, cute, feisty Nagatoro get her pussy completely bullied by such a big dick did things to me that I couldn't quite explain with any logic or reason.

I drowned into the background, nearly non-existent, as the two focused in on their intense fucking. It was noisy, it was aggressive, and it was sloppy.

Finally, I was brought back into it by Nagatoro calling my name.

"Sh-shenpai…"

I walked towards her, now getting a clear view of her face, and I could see that she had Takuma's fingers in his mouth, the boy exerting just how much control he had over her doll-like body as he continually slammed himself against her cervix. Her legs were shaking, and her…. modest boobs bounced up and down with each thrust. She glanced at my little soft dick for a second, then back up at me.

"Turn around… shenpai" She did a loop symbol with her finger, her words slurred by the finger pulling at her cheek.

I wanted to ask why, but instead, I just turned.

As I let my curiosity build, I heard her spit between moans, and then, I felt her finger pressed up against my… my ass.

I immediately jumped forward.

"H-hey!"

She giggled, a giggle broken up by moans and gasps as she continued to be used by the big guy.

"Hehe… I just thought… if you're so into assholes…"

"I'm not-"

"I think you're - HNGH - I think y-you should be the asshole in- INstead of the dick… if you….. fffffff… if you know what I'm saying"

My heart sank even further than I knew possible.

"I…" I had nothing to say. "I'm not gay, Nagatoro." It was the clearest thing I'd managed to say in a while.

"Hehe… f-fine." I watched her lightly bite down on one of Takuma's fingers to curb her need to scream as he thrusted particularly hard.

"Just watch then senpai… be a… hehe… be a loser. But you'll… FUCK.. HNGH…. You'll never be allowed in… INto my butt again." She rolled her head sideways to stare directly into my eyes. "And I know that's h-hard for… ffff... for a gross dog like… LIKE you."

Her words were frazzled by the intensity of the feelings her pussy was radiating throughout her whole body.

"I don't-" But I was interrupted as she erupted into an orgasm, gasping loudly, as if her soul was leaving her body.

Takuma laughed and kept up his pace until she seemed to be done riding the waves, after which he began thrusting slowly and gently, like giving her time to regain her composure.

Nagatoro clenched her eyes shut, and rested a hand on her chest, like feeling her own heartbeat. "Oh, wow… wow…."

As her breathing settled, she looked back towards me, and beckoned me forward with a finger. "C'mon senpai… no better time to start practicing…"

"P-Practicing?"

She grinned evilly. "For using your butt, senpai. I really think it's your calling."

"Nagatoro, I like girls!"

"But…. Do you think girls like you? Hng- aahhh~"

As she spoke, Takuma was still gently fucking her pussy, the quiet squelching of her pussy like a backing track to our conversation.

"Well… maybe not.. all, but someone-"

"Pull out." She ordered to Takuma.

"Nah."

"Pull OUT!"

He did as was told, slowly pulling out of her until his dick popped out of her and sprung upwards a little, bouncing.

Nagatoro sat up on the desk, and hopped off onto her own two feet, but her knees immediately began to buckle and she almost fell, if not for Takuma catching her. I thought I heard her pussy queef a little bit in the commotion, no doubt gaped again by his meaty cock.

"Hey, easy there." He slowly let go of her as she began to be able to stand alone. It was weird to see her so shaky on her own feet.

She walked a little bit with those freshly-fucked baby fawn legs until she stood between Takuma and I.

"I feel like maybe you don't understand, senpai. Do you like sex?"

"W-what?"

"Of course you do, senpai. Everyone does. And what's your favourite part?"

"Uh… I…."

"Cumming. Right? Who doesn't like cumming?" She tilted her head to the side as she made the point. Just like that, she'd returned from the cock hungry slut back to the teasing schoolgirl who took pleasure in my suffering.

I nodded a bit at her observation. What was this about?

"So tell me, professor senpai…" I could see a spark of light glisten off of her devilish smile.

"For a normal girl.. who enjoys sex, and enjoys cumming… would she rather have this-" She reached her hand forward and poked my soft tip. "-orrrrr this?" She reached over and took Takuma's whole erect shaft in her grip, her fingers not even closing around his circumference.

"Th… that's not…"

"No? Well, do the math senpai. You're the nerdy one. Let's see…" she pretended to draw on a chalkboard in the air.

"One dick… times one third of the size… equals how many girls for you?"

"…some…."

"Ehehe. Don't forget to double check your calculations, senpai." She bent forward and flicked my tip.

I cleared my throat. I felt if I didn't do so, she might hear how close I was to crying. I had decided I would just humour her. She was probably right anyways, honestly.

"N…. None, Nagatoro. No girls."

"Good job!" She stuck her hand out for a high five, but pulled it away when I tried to go for it.

"HAHAHA! Falling for that again, senpai? Come on, smarts was the thing you had going for you! But anyways, senpai, if we've established that no girls will be interested in you, why not be gay? I think it would suit your…" I watched her gaze settle on my little dick for a second before it shot back to my eyes. "I think it would suit you much better!"

Takuma shoved her a little. "Hey, I get he likes the whole bully routine, but are we fucking or should I pack up?"

"We're fucking. Sit down."

"Hey, hey." He raised his hand to her as she attempted to brush him aside. "I'm not that fuckin' cuck. I tell you what to do." He hopped up and sat on top of one of the desks, his dick standing in front of him at full mast, swaying by his pecs.

"Now, come ride this dick."

"Hehehe… yes sir."

It had seemed like she had more to say to me before, but she must have forgotten it when she saw him sitting there, naked.

And once again, I watched. My angle this time was a particularly depressing one for someone to have of their crush with a guy. I had to watch as Nagatoro climbed up onto him, her knees on his thighs, and I had to watch as she reached down between her thighs and guided him into her little pussy. I had to watch it expand around him, hearing her gasp and quiver as I watched her lips part further than looked reasonable, absorbing the width into her insides all too easily. But even worse, I had to watch in detail exactly how she responded to gradually sliding herself down each inch of the dick. I had to listen to her increasingly loud and erratic moans as she tested just how far she could take the boy's part into her body, and just how full he could make her feel down there. Even when her sounds seemed to indicate a maximum of pleasure, there was still more dick below to take. And she took it. In fact, she was getting good at it. She looked confident on that dick, as if this was no big deal, a normal part of her life. She kept adjusting, slowly accommodating the length up until that one part, where his tip collided with her cervix, where she could fit no more. And from behind, I could see ever so clearly, that still a considerable amount of his dick separated her pussy from his base.

When she started to ride him, the pace Nagatoro set was much calmer than Takuma's style earlier, sliding herself up and down his length with soft, cute moans.

"Mmf…. I love you in my pussy…."

He smiled at her. "Love your pussy."

"Hey….." her voice sounded drunk, but it was just the stupor brought about by such good sex. "Do you wanna kiss?"

Takuma responded silently by leaning in, and they kissed, Nagatoro plunging herself particularly low on his dick to amplify the feeling of their locked lips. As their lips kissed, his dick kissed her from inside, held as deep in her body as it could possibly be.

They were like that for a while, just kissing and grinding against one another.

Then, Nagatoro broke it off, a strand of their combined saliva falling to Takuma's shirt. Her hands on his shoulders, she regained her pace, eagerly yet tenderly bouncing on him like a bunny in heat.

After a half minute or so, I finally saw some weakness from Takuma for the first time today.

"Ah, shit…. I…. Fuck…."

"Eh?"

"Ah fuck, I might cum in a minute or two."

Nagatoro just smirked. "Sennnnnnpai".

My ears perked up and I stepped forward. I had been stroking myself while standing a little ways back, my dick semi-hard now.

"Wh-what?"

"Does doggy need a treat?"

"Wait…" Takuma interjected, but Nagatoro placed her finger on his mouth, shushing him as she continued to work his dick over with her pussy.

"N-Nagatoro?" I stuttered.

"We need your doggy mouth, senpai, otherwise this will be dirty. And you don't want the art room all dirty…"

"Wh-what?"

"You're gonna drink his cum, senpai~"

"Nah, that's kinda gay isn't it?" Takuma shot out as the small girl continued to grind her pussy up and down along his length. He was noticeably getting a little bit uncomfortable.

"He would be being gay, not you!"

"Ech, I don't…"

"PLEEAAAAASE" She was shouting into his ear like a kid outside of a candy store.

"….Fine, fuck. Hurry up, glasses."

I didn't know what was going through my body, but I approached the desk and kneeled in front of it.

"Hehe… thanks Taku-kun…" she traced her finger along his toned pecs. A mere few seconds later, his voice began to sound flustered.

"Ah, shit… SHIT!"

Nagatoro took the cue, and lifted herself off of his dick, reaching her hand down quickly and stroking his fat cock between her legs as he groaned deeply. Her pussy, a ways above my face, queefed and gaped, as if to taunt me, to remind me of my inferiority as she enthusiastically stroked the huge cock right in front of my eyes, looking down through her legs towards me. I probably looked so pathetic.

"F-fuck I'm cumming…." Takuma's words were stiff and pressured.

Then the ropes came. It was unlike any orgasm I'd ever had — or maybe it was just my first time being on this side of one. The hot strands of cum shot out and splattered all over my face: against my glasses, onto my cheeks and chin, and even into my hair. He must have shot out four or five different ropes, each one as strong and full as the last. Finally his cum began to come out in dribbles, and the throbbing of his cock slowly dwindled as it began to lose its hardness, hanging heavily between his thighs. His breathing was rapid and heavy, slowly calming down.

Fuck. Was I gay now? I could barely even see through the layer of cum over my glasses.

Nagatoro hopped off of his thighs and onto the floor, and, once again, her knees buckled, this time falling down on her side. But she didn't care. She was too busy pointing at me, laughing hysterically. I must have looked like a mess, covered in some other guy's cum. I looked up at Takuma, who wore a somewhat entertained yet conflicted smile. I almost felt like, for a second, he was no better than me — we were both just puppets for Nagatoro's teasing, instruments she used in her jokes. But of course, deep down, I knew in my heart that she looked at him and I in very different lights.

"HAHAHAHAHAH!" Nagatoro was still curled over on her side, laughing and pointing. "YOU ARE SO PATHETIC, SENPAI! I TOLD YOU YOU WERE GAY AND NOW YOU ARE! BAHAHAHA! SO OBEDIENT! SENPAI IS A GAY DOG!"

She rolled over with her back to me, and spread her cheeks, showing me her butthole as she flailed around. "LOOK SENPAI! ITS YOUR FAVOURITE! BAHAHAHAH! SENPAI LIKES BUTTHOLE!"

Finally, Nagatoro's laughter subsided as she rolled back over.

Takuma had stood up by now, and he was looking around for his trousers. "Consider yourself lucky, Naoto. I can't even fit in that ass."

I didn't feel lucky.

I wanted to be the one that made her feel good. The one that she wanted. But evidently, I guess I was simply born to be the kind of guy that had to seek out opportunities just to make myself feel good. I'd love to be a provider kind of guy, but, at least where sex and stuff was concerned, I didn't have much to provide. That was just how things worked, I guess. You can want something as bad as you want, but you'll still always be the way you were made to be. I was probably always bound to fall into this sort of role eventually.

Takuma, now fully dressed, leaned forward over Nagatoro. "Hey, Hayacchi."

The two kissed one more time, a quick smack on the lips.

"I'd do this again. Thought it was fun."

She celebrated, "EEEEYEAHHHHHHH!"

He began to walk away, before calling back,"Oh, and hey, call me when you need it, hey?"

And with that, he slid the art room's door sideways, and stepped out.

Nagatoro turned to me. I was still completely covered in cum. And she was still butt naked.

"So, senpai. Are you gay?"

"No.. y-you told me t-to…"

She raised a hand to her mouth as she giggled silently. Then she raised a finger and pointed down.

I followed her pointing downwards. My dick was rock hard.

"N-no! I…."

"See, senpai? I'm not mean, I just know what's good for you."

She stood up and began to look for her clothes.

"Nagat-toro…can you pass me a wipe?"

"Hmmm…." She raised a finger to her chin. "I could, senpai… but I think it would be kind of cute for you to walk home like that. Oh - speaking of which, you didn't change your mind about playing games at my place tonight, right? My parents are at a party, so we can be loud, remember?"

I could barely believe my ears. After all that… it was still Nagatoro.

We dressed ourselves in silence for the most part, and I cleaned myself up with a rag I stole from one of the easels in the art room. When I was done with it, I threw it right in the garbage. I didn't want someone wiping their canvas clear and instead getting strands of goo.

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It was snowing outside as we began walking to her place, and Nagatoro was dressed in a light green jacket and a matching wool beanie. I had just brought a simple red sweater to pull over my school uniform. I hadn't expected this kind of weather at all.

"So, yeah, they updated Jas Gear a few days ago, and you know that guy Skullcrusher?"

I knew the character she was referring to, but I didn't feel like responding. While I did find Nagatoro showing me her secret geeky side to be wholesome and endearing, I was still nursing my conflicted heart.

"Well anyways," she continued, having given up on a response. "They totally redid his stats now, so he doesn't just win every time now!"

"Hmm. Nice."

"Yeah, so you should play him and check. Or I could. But I don't really like him, I think…"

Then it was back to five or ten seconds of silence.

"You're so slow today, senpai." She smiled at me.

"Am I?"

She nodded, then looked back forward. She looked like she was struggling for things to say.

"My pussy kinda hurts still." She muttered, the snow crunching under her feet. "My butt too." Her voice was light and airy. It was said so casually.

"Hm." I tried not to look at her as we walked. That was a crazy way to break the silence. I couldn't be blamed for not wanting to respond to that, right? After all she had put me through?

"Sennnnn-pai! You're not mad at me, are you?" Her tone was sing-songy, and she proudly wore a smirk across her face. She had been walking a little faster than me, so she stared back at me from ahead, watching my reaction.

"No, but… y'know, you didn't have to be so rude."

She looked at me with wide eyes. "How was I being rude?"

"Just… forget it. It's okay."

"I'm sorry, senpai." She frowned, walking backwards as I walked forwards behind her. "I was trying to include you whenever I could. Hehe."

There it was. That giggle. Yet still, it kind of felt like she couldn't see exactly what she'd done wrong.

"It's okay. Forget it."

Reluctantly, I gave in to her musings for the rest of the walk home, and I made light conversation with her, trading thoughts about teachers we'd both had, the new Jas Gear update, and how the crisp air was pricking at our gloveless fingers. It was cute, and once again, somehow, everything felt how it had been every other day. But I'd be a fool to think I could ever forget what had happened today.

"Tadaimaaaa!" she cried out as we passed through the front door, Nagatoro having unlocked it with a key hidden out front. Sure enough, no one was home. Not her father, not her mother, and thankfully not her terrifying siblings.

"Oh, try to get your shoes on that mat there. My dad gets mad if there's mud or melty snow in here." She turned her smile to face me. "He probably wouldn't appreciate me bringing a little puppy dog in here either."

I took the high road with that comment, and simply leaned down to untie my shoes where she had told me to leave them. She stood above me, haphazardly tying her hair back into a messy ponytaiI.

"So, Jas Gear?"

I nodded.

She began to walk upstairs towards her room, where her brother's outdated gaming console was located, but stopped at the halfway point, turning to look down at me.

"Owwww…. ". She clutched at her womb area with one hand as she bent over slightly, her stomach seemingly cramping. "I didn't realize how much it hurt until walking up the stairs. Something about that movement, the hip movement, I think, y'know?"

I stayed silent. She was either completely emotionally unaware, or she was doing this to straight up taunt me.

"I'm sorry, senpai…" She climbed the remainder of the staircase as she talked, her hand still applying pressure to her lower stomach. "I think I need to take a relaxing bath or something, I just, it hurts, y'know? I'm sorry, you can put something on the TV, and I'll be back in a half hour or so." From behind the bathroom door, she called out one more time, "I'm really sorry, senpai, I know you're a guest and everything. There's some movies in Taiga's room that work with that x-box."

Then I heard the bath water begin to run, and there was no longer room for conversation over the drowning noise. I found it a little funny how she was treating me like a little kid she was babysitting, making sure I was entertained in her absence.

I walked back downstairs as she got into the bath, taking the opportunity to check out the Nagatoro household once more. The layout of her house had become more and more obvious to me over the few times I'd visited here, and I now felt like I knew where to find most stuff here. As I explored, each time I passed by a picture of Hayase as a child, I felt sick to my stomach. There was one of her on a soccer team, beaming a wide smile that missed some teeth. One showed her whole family together at a photo mart during Christmas. Another showed her first day of karate lessons. I didn't like at all how something so precious and pure could turn into something like what I'd seen today. That level of change, that degree of emotional corruption, it was hard to stomach.

I managed to kill a little bit of time snooping around, then got bored and started playing Jas Gear upstairs, alone against the CPU. I'd played three or four rounds by the time I heard the tub draining loudly. Five or ten minutes later, Nagatoro came in, her hair a little frizzy from the hot water as she patted it down with the towel.

"Sorry, senpai. I feel quite a bit better now."

She looked up at the screen to check my progress, then back over at me.

"Do you want to smell my bath towel, perv?"

"N-no, of course n-"

"Jeeez, it was just a joke. I've got you with that same one multiple times now, silly senpai."

She whipped the towel into the laundry hamper in the corner of her room, which fell over in response.

"Okay, let's play!"

"Actually…" My stomach groaned, as if to introduce my next point. "I'm starving.. to be honest. I haven't eaten since lunch block at school."

"Hehe. Senpai might get a little tummy if you keep eating so much."

She poked my stomach through my shirt, even though I was quite skinny.

"I'm just kidding, let's go get food!"

Downstairs, in her kitchen, she threw a pair of cupboards open. Then a different set of cupboards. She was looking everywhere. She almost definitely looked in the same places twice. Maybe even three times.

"Do you want ramen, senpai?" She finally said. It was probably her last choice for a proper dinner, but her voice was enthusiastic nonetheless.

"Like, instant ramen?"

"Yeah."

"Okay."

"Give me one second! Chef Nagatoro is on it!"

I ended up staying late that night. Much later than expected. We'd eaten, we'd played Jas Gear until our eyes hurt from the screen, and now, at about 9pm, we were just laying on her carpet floor, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. Her parents would be home at 10 or 10:30, so I'd probably leave at some point before then to avoid an awkward conversation. Speaking of awkward conversations, I hoped my mom would be sleeping by the time I returned home, so I wouldn't have to be grilled about what I was doing so late at a girl's house. If only she'd known the day I'd just had.

"Hey.." Nagatoro said softly but firmly as we stared up at the ceiling.

I didn't make a noise. Her head turned to the side to look at me, so I turned mine, meeting her gaze.

"Can I hug you?"

"….. Huh?"

"I don't know… I feel bad. You seemed upset when we were walking here. And I had to leave for a half hour to take a bath, and I just, I don't know, made you play alone."

"…. Yeah. We can hug."

I reached my arms out. And we hugged. And it made me feel warm. Not just in the places where our skin collided, but deep inside as well. In my heart.

We laid on the carpet a little longer, saying little.

Then, she cocked her head back to the side, a hint of mischief washing over her previously sincere face.

"Hey. Before my parents get home, you wanna… eat my pussy?"

I blinked.

"S-seriously?"

She shrugged, her shoulders brushing the carpet.

"Yeah. I mean… I figured it's not a big deal after all that… y'know, after today."

I was a little taken aback, but she had a point. There was no point putting up barriers again now that they'd been shattered so deafeningly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll.. I'll eat your pussy." The wavering of my voice probably clued her in to my excitement at the suggestion.

She smiled softly. "Good dog."

I was more confident now than I'd been earlier today. I moved downwards, lifting myself up and re-arranging to bring my head closer to her heat down low. I was on my hands and knees, my head inches from her covered sex.

"Wait, senpai…" She reached over to her bed with one hand, and pulled the top layer off, a fuzzy grey blanket, which she threw over her legs and my head for a little privacy and warmth.

"Okay… now".

I let my knees drop to the ground, laying myself down on the carpet to allow the blanket to cover me completely. It was nice here, just me, Nagatoro's lower half, and the mild darkness. I brought my face a little closer to her sex, to that part of her gym shorts right between her two legs, the part that concealed her pussy. I was more confident without being seen under the cover of the blanket. It was like I wasn't necessarily myself, because I couldn't be seen.

I reached two fingers up, my pointer and my middle, and touched them to the fabric covering her pussy.

"Ohh…" she moaned softly from above.

I rubbed it a little, the way they did in hentai videos, and she made sweet little coos from above. It felt so awesome, this. The way I could comfort Nagatoro with just two fingers over her shorts. And it felt awesome that we'd reached this stage in our relationship that she'd let me touch her here.

Then, I grabbed at the corner of her shorts where the top of her thigh emerged, and pulled. The shorts were loose and elastic enough that I could pull them to the side, giving me a view of… absolutely everything.

"Nnh…" Nagatoro grunted from above.

She had apparently not bothered putting panties on after taking her bath, and could feel the exposure of her pussy near my face.

It was my third time completely face to face with Nagatoro's pussy today. But this time, everything was different. Earlier, it had been basically on display. Now, I was beneath a blanket she had layed out for us, and I was pulling her gym shorts to the side to get a peek at her delicates. It felt private, and intimate, and much more like how I imagined sex should be.

Her pussy itself also looked different. It looked normal. It was casual now, relaxed. It was that same pretty little tight pussy I'd seen at first today, before all the madness went down.

Holding her gym shorts in place with my wrist, I used my fingers to pull her pussy to the sides, checking out the pinky smoothness between, and it looked.. tight. Really tight.

Still holding her open with my fingers, I moved my chin forward, and my tongue made contact with her pussy at its very base.

She moaned softly from above in response.

Then, I traced my tongue upwards, up the length of her slick pinkness until it ran over her clit, and she shivered a little in response.

I did the whole manoeuvre a second time, then a third time. Her legs were moving a little in response to my tongue, and her voice broke out from above in the softest, sexiest groans.

I pulled my hands away, and grabbed at the waistband of the shorts. And I pulled them down. Now, not only her pussy, but the skin around it, was completely exposed to me, completely mine for the taking. I rested my hands on the tops of her thighs, and just appreciated the smoothness of her skin for a second. Then I got back to work with my tongue.

Nagatoro lifted the blanket up ever so slightly to get a look at me, and for the first time, I could see upon her face the pleasure I was giving her.

"Good doggy…" she cooed, her breathing airy and choppy.

Then the blanket came back down over me, and her groans loudened a little.

Just as I'd done earlier with her ass, I was getting lost in Nagatoro's pussy: the taste of its nectar, the warm, faintly intimate smell, the softness of her pink as my tongue ran all over it. I loved this role, shooting ecstasy throughout Nagatoro's body with the flicks and runs of my tongue, making her feel good. It wasn't the same vicious thrill that she got from Takuma, but this was my speciality: comfort.

As I licked, I lifted my pinky finger beneath my chin, and pushed it into her pussy, wiggling it around a little as her voice picked up.

Above, Nagatoro was trying to silence her moaning, probably worried about the prospect of her parents coming home earlier. But her stifled, erratic noises and the frequent trembling of her body spoke for her.

After about five minutes of my feasting, I felt her hand come below the blanket, and rested on the top of my head, scrunching up my messy hair. Her hand held my head right there in place, lapping away at her pussy like a dog drinking water.

"S-senpai… continue…"

Of course I was going to. I made my tongue a blur over her clit, then returned to lapping the length of her pussy with a flattened tongue. My pinky was still inside her, pushing upwards lightly.

Her whole body started to tense, shaking a little. Her hand was firm on my head as I licked.

"Mmf… fggggh… nnn… aaah… AHHH….."

Then, after thirty seconds of that, she removed her hand from behind my head, and lightly nudged my head away.

My head pulled back, I could take in the view of her fully exposed lap once again. There was a drip of liquid, either my saliva or her pussy juice, trickling past her butthole and onto the carpet below. And her thighs were twitching a little.

I stared at the view for a little as Nagatoro breathed heavily above. Then, I leaned in and planted a kiss on her perfect pussy before emerging myself from under the blanket.

Nagatoro's arms were outstretched above her head, and her face looked thoroughly relaxed. Satisfied.

"Ah…. Mmmmmmm… You're really good at that, senpai…" She rested a hand on her own breast, steadying herself.

I blushed a little. "Thanks…"

"I think that might be your new doggy job." Although she was teasing me, there didn't seem to be any real ill-will behind her voice. She was genuine about it.

"Did you want to… like, with your dick? In there?" She continued.

I thought it over. "I know you probably don't want me to."

She grinned. "Hehe. Senpai is such a gentleman, respecting the lady." She looked down at the blanket over her legs. "But no, I wouldn't mind it. I think it would be nice to take an easy one right now, y'know? It would probably feel kinda calming."

I chuckled at how she could manage to make me feel so good and so bad simultaneously with just a casual comment like that.

"It's okay, Nagatoro. I should get home before both of our parents get home."

"Yeah… right." She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then turned to me with outstretched arms.

"Hug?"

"Hug". I smiled.

"Wait, hold on." She fumbled around under the blanket for her gym shorts. "I'm not the kind of girl to hug in the nude, creepy perv!"

But I surprised her. I kneeled down and hugged her from the side as she remained sitting up on the carpet, legs covered.

Then I stood up, and stared absentmindedly at a poster on her wall. I wasn't really interested in the poster, but I didn't want to make eye contact with her.

"Hey, uh… thanks for everything today."

She seemed confused as I heard her pulling her shorts up. "Everything?"

"Well… you're right about me, I see it now. I'm… I'm…" My fists clenched by my sides. "I'm your dog, Nagatoro. I always will be."

I couldn't turn to face her, but I could imagine her look: eyes wide, and mouth open in a small 'o' shape.

Then, she chuckled that signature evil chuckle. "Hehe. Good doggy, sennnn-pai."

As I walked home that night, I thought about myself. I thought about all I'd been through, and I tried to make sense of my emotions. Every single event of the day floated through my mind like a slideshow. I had hated Takuma calling Nagatoro Hayacchi. I hated seeing them kissing. But I had kind of liked watching him ravage her, watching her lose control from his body. I wasn't sure if my liking it was because I could disassociate and imagine myself in Takuma's place, or if I was simply just… a watcher. Deep down, I knew that, were the opportunity to come up, I wouldn't mind watching again. I was fine with my role as… as a dog. The licker, the sniffer, the watcher. The 'after' guy. Not the one doing the action, but the one taking care of things after. Making sure everything was okay. I was good at it. It didn't mean that Nagatoro hated me, it just meant that she wanted me in that role, that she felt I belonged there. Yeah. As embarrassing as it was, I realized that I would love to see all of the events of today happen again. As my feet crunched in the snow, I silently hoped that I'd get the chance.