Club introduction

After school ends, as well as a couple of minutes waiting for Sayori, who strangely doesn’t show up, you go looking for her. Eventually, you find her in front of a classroom. “Oh, hi Anon!”

“Hey Sayori. What’re you doing here? I was waiting at the front for you.” You look to the classroom behind her. It’s an old math room that was supposed to be remodeled at some point, but the school hasn’t gotten to it yet.

“Sorry, I was getting ready for a club I signed up for that’s meeting here.”

“A club? What club is it?” You don’t hear much about clubs these days. The school can be pretty strict with them, and anything interesting usually gets shut down before the first meeting.

“A slutty writing club! Everyone gets to write about any dirty thing they want, and then everyone comes together to work on our skills. The school allowed it because it’s educational or something like that.”

“Huh, pretty cool. Didn’t expect them to allow anything that isn’t the base curriculum. So, see you later?”

“Um, actually…” Sayori sighs. “The school said that there needs to be at least one guy in each meeting, so that we don’t get too wild, supposedly. There’s only girls right now. I looked around, but nobody else wanted to help. So, could you please help?”

“Huh?” You didn’t expect that, maybe because there wasn’t stipulations like that at other clubs that were allowed, at least as you’ve heard. But it sounded pretty good. A group of girls writing sexy poems, and you have to be there. Your brain (and boner) was racing. “I mean, sure. I’d be okay with helping.”

“Really? Thank you!” Sayori embraces you in a big hug, squishing her breasts up against your chest, before backing off. “Now, let’s go!” She grabs your hand and rushes inside. “I got someone!”

A girl in the corner of the room looks over. “Ugh, why did you have to bring a boy?” The girl didn’t look like a standard bimbo. Like, she didn’t have that big of assets at all, but she definitely was trying to look like a bimbo. A microskirt around her waist that could blow up at a seconds notice, fishnet stockings two sizes too small, pink high heels that could double as stilts, pink hair with blond highlights at the lowest points of her hair, large, pouty lip, and a shirt that showed off the entirety of her stomach, all while somehow fitting with the school dress code. You swear, she must have carefully measured out the microskirt length to make sure it was just longer than the dress code demanded.

A girl with purple hair speaks up from a desk across the classroom. “Natsuki, you already know why. Sorry for the rude introduction, mister.” While “Natsuki” tried to look like a bimbo but didn’t have the proportions, this girl was the complete opposite. She was wearing the standard uniform the school gave to girls, including a bra. However, this didn’t matter, because her breasts were absolutely humongous. She had to have the biggest in the school, there was no question. Her basketball-sized tits were threatening to make her uniform explode at any moment, and you wondered just how much she had spent on replacing buttons for it this year alone. Her butt was about average for bimbos, but that clearly wasn’t the draw.

A girl with coral brown hair at the front of the class looks over at the commotion and smiles sweetly. “Oh, hello! Nice to meet you. That’s Natsuki, there’s Yuri, and I’m Monika. What’s your name?” You instantly recognize Monika. How could you not? She was the model bimbo of the school, as well as class president of your ELA room. She had her hair tied in one long, loose ponytail, kept tied with a bow. Her lips were big and luscious, always with some red lipstick on. Her clothes were a skimpier version of the standard uniform that shortened the skirt length and opened a bit of a boob window. Her breasts were about average for a bimbo, but the real wonders were her thighs and ass. She was like a bottom heavy Yuri. It doesn’t matter how big her skirt is, because 90% of her ass was completely out of it. Her thighs would work wonderfully as pillows, especially since they looked extremely soft.

You then stop daydreaming about her massive thighs and remember you have a question to answer. “…Wha? Oh, I’m Anon. Nice to meet you all.”

“Yeah, like, whatever.” Natsuki opened up a book, which was very clearly a hentai. There was no hiding it; the front cover had a girl attempting to take three guys at once.

Yuri gets up, her breasts wobbling with each and every movement. “Please ignore her. She can be a bit… bratty at times. It is nice to meet you, Anon.” She nods her head at you, and you nod back.

Monika walks over, her hips having a similar effect to Yuri’s boobs. Every single movement, even slight breathing, caused her hips to wobble like gelatin, making you wonder how she ever walks at all. “It’s good to see you, Anon. Just in time too, it’s time for the meeting.” She hold out her hand to shake, and you do. Her hand is soft and delicate, as you’d expect. “And thank you for getting someone, Sayori.”

“You’re welcome, Monika! I was really excited for this, so I had to get someone!” Sayori looks happier than you’ve ever seen her, and a bit horny as well.

“Well then,” Monika states, “I think we should start sharing. Everyone, take out what you wrote over the weekend. Anon, you can feel free to stand anywhere.”