Ryoko

To say I was surprised when Asakura propositioned me would probably be the understatement of the year.

So Haruhi wasn’t the only monster sized hermpire in the school. That’s pretty crazy when added to the fact that in my entire life I’d never encountered anyone even approaching their size. I mean they’re both much larger than full grown adults! They made my mothers look diminutive! It was honestly pretty weird that they were in this school at all come to think of it. Weren’t there special schools for bigger hermpires? I mean, how was a teacher supposed to impose their authority over a student whose member outclassed theirs by a factor of ten at the very least?

It should come as no surprise that Ryoko Asakura was class president with that awesome cock of hers. As the bigger hermpire, the position would have gone to Haruhi by default, of course, if she’d expressed any desire for it whatsoever. I shudder at the thought. Fortunately, that wasn’t the case and we had a class president who shattered just about every stereotype there was for your typical really big dicked hermpire.

She was just so nice! And generous. Honestly, I have no idea how she’s going to keep up her grades with how much of her free time she uses to lay down that fat dick on anyone who asked nicely. Which is pretty much everyone. I would have made an attempt myself if waiting in line or rushing about all the time to catch her uninvolved didn’t just seem like a such a pain. Taniguchi was always going on and on about Asakura and she’d only managed to get drilled once despite spending all of her free time that first week following her around like a stalker.

It was the way Asakura went about it that made her so exceptional. She didn’t seem at all incline to form a harem of privileged hotties and withhold that treasure of a cock from the undeserving masses. I’d seen her gloriously plow the least endowed most mousy looking freshman all the way up to the principal herself and there wasn’t the slightest difference in the deep-dicking she provided. She really seemed to go all out. Seriously, she didn’t limit herself to just laying there and letting the lucky soul bounce away on top of her (which, if I’m honest, is exactly what I would do if I were so endowed). I’ve seen her pounding away at one screaming writhing mess while blowing another girl and at the same time she was jerking off two more! And all the while another hermpire was allowed to dip into her cunt!

Seriously, compared to how miserly Haruhi was with that mammoth prick of hers, Asakura was an honest to god saint!

So the depth of my surprise when Asakura came up to my locker and started talking to me should be quite clear. Nor should anyone be surprised that I missed most of what she said to begin with as the arousal hit full **** from her mere presence, my attention moving in a bee line from her beautiful face to her incredibly full breasts that jutted out so far her cleavage was practically horizontal to the unmistakable huge bulge in her skirt.

Asakura seemed to take this in stride as she reached under my skirt and took my suddenly quite exuberant dick into her hand and softly fondled my breast with her other. I’m a bit embarrassed to admit I came in under a minute, the wonderful beauty cupping my tip and catching the majority of my load on her palm.

“Feel better? Now I’m worried about Suzumiya, the way she isolates herself from the rest of the class. She really needs a friend and I’m sure you’re just the one she needs.”

Maybe it was the mental lethargy of my very recent orgasm, but I had no idea how Asakura had come to that conclusion. I’d really like to say my response had been something a bit more articulate than, “Huh, wha-?” I wanted to point out that Asakura herself was a far better candidate. How does a girl like me become ‘friends’ with hermpires like her and Haruhi? Sycophants, subs, sex slaves, fuck toys...but friends? There was a very good reason I got along with Taniguchi and Kunikida and that was precisely because their cocks weren’t noticeably bigger or smaller than mine. Fucking could just be fucking and the whole issue of dominance and submission was thankfully absent.

Case in point: I had a very strong urge to continue this conversation on my knees that was only partly influenced by my desire to get closer to that tasty meat stick hiding under Asakura’s skirt.

The bigger hermpire breezily smiled at me, “I’d really like it if you got Suzumiya to open up in class. We were fortunate enough to be put in the same class, so we should all be friends, right?”

Inwardly I groaned and was filled with trepidation as I realized that I was going to actually attempt to do as Asakura asked. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise. If my little sis’s couple inches of length and girth on me got me wrapped around her finger, how was I supposed to do anything but succumb to the will of a hermpire whose dick was as big around as my arm? Still, I did manage to ask, “Uh...um..ofcourseIwill!..but...why me, Asakura-sama?”

“Suzumiya had a very interesting reaction to you. One that wasn’t repeated at all when the other students approached her. There’s definitely a spark between you two.”

You mean when Haruhi humiliated me in front of the entire class? Just for your information I definitely have not been spending my nights feverishly masturbating to that arousing moment. I really wasn’t seeing Asakura’s point but I wasn’t about to contradict her either, especially as she was leaning forward and kissing me-

I was gone for about thirty seconds of intense lip locking in which the other hermpire quite thoroughly wrestled my tongue into submission. When she broke the kiss, I was gasping with passion, my dick was once again pointing at my chin, and my arousal was leaking down my thighs.

She beamed at me and I couldn’t help but nervously smile in response, “I’m counting on you, Kyonae!” A slightly calculating gleam appeared in her eyes as she cocked her head to one side, “I’m thinking you’d like it bent over against your locker while everybody watches, am I right?”

Oh P.S., this entire conversation had been occurring amongst a crowd of her admirers and supplicants many of whom were touching themselves quite enthusiastically.

Anyway, I could only nod, no longer able to meet her eyes as the bulge in her skirt visibly moved as it swelled. She had me against my locker in no time, my skirt flipped up and her rather strong hands stroking my ass. Her fingers drove between my legs and penetrated my sopping cunt and I moaned into my arm pressed against the locker. Her arousal slicked fingers slipped out and pressed between my thighs to retrieve my balls from my sling and I groaned as she pulled at them gently. I was very conscious of their size, knowing that just one of Asakura’s testicles outmassed the entirety of my genitals be a considerable percentage.

I felt her feet tap at the insides of my heels and I flushed and spread my legs. When I felt her huge hard hot length upon the cleft of my butt, I spread them further. At the sensation of her enormous cockhead pressing apart my outer folds and moving up and down, I came my dick spattering cum across the lockers. I heard some snickers but I didn’t care. I didn’t normally have such a quick trigger but there was nothing normal about the situation.

Then Asakura’s huge shaft was slowly but inexorably driving deep inside me and all conscious thought abruptly vanished in a maelstrom of thrashing screaming pleasure.