Doing Murayama

Muryama walked down the aisle towards her empty seat. She did her best to avoid Motohama and Katase. She succeeded for the most part, the glasses wearing pervert managed to slap her ass as she passed but that was to be expected. So was his obnoxious comment about not knowing who had a tighter butt, Katase or her. At her chair, she took a deep breath and obeyed her teacher's instructions. She took off all of her clothes, feeling distinctly weird doing so in the middle of class surrounded by her peers. She supposed the fact that most of her fellow females had their chests exposed and that Miss Iwara was completely naked should have helped but it really didn't.

At least she didn't have to wear her own panties on her head. That was something.

When all of her clothing were in a neatly folded pile on her seat, she made her way to the front of the classroom again. Motohama stopped thrusting into Katase long enough to catch her and pull her nude body up against his. She accepted his kiss and his tongue into her mouth and she only squirmed slightly when one of his fingers slid up inside of her vagina. This wasn't all that surprising given that they'd lost their virginity together. She found herself responding to it more than before, her body heating up, but also because she wanted to put off going back to the front to be humiliated by Matsuda some more. So she was almost disappointed when he broke it off to bend over Katase and hump her ass rapidly while muttering something about his fantasy coming true.

It was quite clear he was ejaculating inside of her without pulling out which made Murayama wonder if she was about to be cream-pied by Matsuda with a shudder.

Her naked teacher didn't look at her but she did wave her hand, gesturing that she should get up on the desk as she spoke to the class, "Alright. I find it exceedingly unlikely that any of you will be able to pay enough attention to me to make finishing my lecture worth it so: Just read the chapter and do the drills."

Matsuda and his big ears (among other things) was leaning against the desk, waiting expectantly.

She glared at him as she spun around and sat down on the edge, whispering, "I hate you." He mockingly pointed at himself as if to say, 'Who me?'. She held a hand over her vagina and crossed her arm over her breasts and waited, looking down at the floor and imagining that the class was not in fact around her at the moment.

Matsuda and his stupid dick was soon between her legs, pushing her thighs apart with his hands. He just stood there staring. “Alright. Let's just get this over with, okay?” she told him, so embarrassed when seeing that his hungry eyes were trained on her exposed sex.

He didn't answer, a goofy looking expression on his stupid perverted face as he reached out and touched her! "Don't!" Her hands flashed out to grab his wrist but she was suddenly paralyzed when he pressed his fingertips to her clit and started rubbing in circles. She yelped and fell back upon the desk, closing her eyes and just gripping his limb harder but unable to do anything to stop its beyond stimulating touch.

Murayama once again wanted to teleport back to her home, her room and bury her head under the covers. Her body felt so hot, a tantalizing pressure building in her pelvis and she could not stop the embarrassing whimpers and moans from escaping her throat as his fingers danced along the slick folds of her pussy. She feebly told him to stop, to go away when his middle finger punctured her and probed deep. He poked and curled the digit inside of her and she cried out with shameful pleasure.

“Matsuda, stop it!” Murayama said in a voice tuned to pleasure. She might as well just have sang and forgone her resistance for all it did her as Matsuda giggled to himself like the dirty hentai freak he was. His digit curled inside of her, massaging the contracting walls of her channel and she completely lost her train of thought. When he rubbed a particularly nice spot, she squealed and impulsively swayed her hips into his hand. Kami, he found her G-spot and relentlessly prodded it. “Aiee, Matsuda!"

“Did you hear, Motohama?” he cheered while turning to his friend with a joyful smile. “She went ‘Aiee!’”

Motohama snickered and nodded, but most of his attention was on his crotch. He was sitting on Eiko's desk where he was holding both Eiko and Miss Iwara's heads so that they could take turns sucking on his soft penis. The positioning was pretty easy for the desk's owner but the teacher had to awkwardly bend over, her naked bottom sticking out and bobbing with her motion.

“Shut up,” the furiously blushing Murayama sobbed. She could see half a dozen of her male classmates ignoring Miss Iwara's instructions and staring at her, some of them with openly perverted intent. It wasn’t her fault that she couldn’t control her sounds and body when Matsuda probed her with such familiarity. Her back arched deeply when Matsuda began to pump his finger in and out of her slick tunnel. When he finally retracted from her and allowed her a moment to relax her muscles and try to regain control of her breath, Matsuda gave his soiled digit a long lick and gave his approval to the taste. “Don’t… don’t be so disgusting,” Murayama weakly shot at him. Her heart raced as she watched him clean all of her clear essence from his hand.

When he had licked away every drop of Murayama, he snickered and said that it was time. She swallowed hard and just relented, lying back and spreading her legs even further. Her breath was stolen from her when that bulbous head bumped against her nether lips. She could feel one of his hands take hold of her hip as more pressure **** her lips to begin to spread and she winced in preparation, making a keen whining sound she couldn't control. The insertion seemed to be taking a long time, it hadn't been like that with Motohama and then she'd been a virgin.

He replaced his penis with his fingers at her opening and began scissoring motions to steadily spread her. She could not stop her moans as he carefully worked her hole. Then the fingers withdrew and she yelped and cried out as a wet wriggling thing that could only be his tongue was suddenly introduced. WHAT WAS HE DOING?! Why! His tongue lashed out, pulling up from the bottom of her folds to her clit. Her body quivered in response, though she stiffened entirely the moment his tongue surged into her. She felt like dying at the sensation but more so at the idea that he was tasting and eating her juices! Oh why did it feel so good! It hadn't been like this with Motohama at all and wasn't that the normal way of it?

"Dude, why are you doing that? Just fuck her already!" crowed Motohama and Miss Iwara calmly answered him, "He is ensuring her vagina is thoroughly lubricated. It is of course, fine for you to thrust your penis into a girl whether or not she is ready to take it. But that's not true for Matsuda, especially when considering his size." She raised her voice and took on a lecturing quality, "Everyone, if you don't know, this is called foreplay and it is an important part of sexual intercourse. A girl needs to be wet in order to experience the most pleasure during the act. Purchasing lubricant is another option as well." She paused before speaking somewhat ruefully, "We might as well make use of the opportunity for sexual education."

Murayama was on the threshold of an orgasm grander than any she had experienced before on her own. She had hardly prepared for this kind of feeling. She certainly hadn't had one earlier with Motohama, that had mostly hurt with the breaking of her hymen and all. Matsuda’s tongue felt like tangible fire, but it didn’t hurt. She yearned for its constant attention, though it overloaded her senses. Crying and begging him to stop – though her body implored otherwise – Murayama felt hot streams of tears running down her cheeks, it just felt so good! Her toes curled before every other muscle within her locked up.

His attentions suddenly vanished leaving her wanting and she just barely managed not to embarrassingly vocalize that want. Then she could feel his cock back at her entrance and after slathering the tip with her juices and his leftover spit, he leaned over her and said, “Here it comes, Murayama. I hope you’re ready.”

Matsuda suddenly split her around his shaft. Immediately, she arched with a prolonged whine. He felt even bigger than he looked as he wedged her apart. Though he was fitting in her much nicer than his previous try, she cried, “Take it out! It’s too big!"

He just grinned and enthused, "Awe! Say it again!" He slowly prodded his thick thing back and forth inside of her. It was uncomfortable to be so stretched but it also felt good, very... very good and she moaned long and loud all throughout his insertion, a full minute before he seemed to bottom out. She felt incredibly full, he was so deep! It was insane how much better this sex felt than with Motohama but she shouldn't have been surprised. Bigger penises were supposed to feel great, everyone said.

She cried out each time he withdrew and impaled her fully. “Ah, this pussy’s the best!” Matsuda groaned out as he continued to rock against her crotch. “It’s really tight! I really love it!”

“Don’t say such things. It’s embarrassing,” Murayama complained She made cute little moans and screams as he fucked her at a pace she could hardly manage. Her frantic hands clutched at whatever she could to prevent going mad. Her orgasm rushed from her loins causing her to twist and writhe upon the desk and she wailed uncontrollably. Matsuda grunted in response to her increasing tightness and began to rock much harder against her. Her climax seemed to go on forever as Matsuda’s large cock acted like a piston in her cunt while his swinging testicles beat against her ass with each shove.

"Oh shit! Your pussy's going crazy! Now I've got her cummin for sure, bro!" Her grabbed her legs and spread them into an absurdly lewd V, then he filled her to the brim with a single push, and he did not stop to give her a moment to adjust. Her hand whipped out to press against his driving hips but it had no strength and she just gritted her teeth and wave after wave of pleasure crashed across her. Then he was gripping her sides tightly and bending over her, pressing his face into her boobs as he groaned. She couldn't believe it as her prick seemed to swell inside of her and she was suddenly feeling hot blasts liquid bath her womb continually. He was cumming inside of her! That wasn't normal, Motohama hadn't done that! She beat her hand ineffectually upon Matsuda's back even as steadily firing spurts of gooey warmth set off trembling aftershocks of pleasure.

"You idiot! You-ah- ah- oh- you-ooh came inside! You stupid hentai!"