After School Swimming Gone Wrong

Takagi-san leaned against the lockers, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You know," she began, her voice barely above a whisper, "I heard from some of the seniors that the school pool is free tonight."

My heart skipped a beat. Takagi-san and I had been teasing each other mercilessly for years, but tonight felt different. The way she was looking at me made my skin crawl with anticipation. "Really?" I managed to croak.

She nodded, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Yeah, I heard they're having some sort of maintenance issue or something." Her finger tapped against her chin, her expression contemplative. "We could probably sneak in and have a little fun, don't you think?"

My heart raced. "Y-yeah," I stammered. "That sounds like a great idea."

As we crept through the halls, our steps silent and careful, my mind raced with anticipation. What would Takagi-san do to me tonight?

We arrived at the pool, the darkness enveloping us like a warm blanket. The only sound was the rhythmic drip of water from a leaky pipe. Takagi-san motioned for me to follow her, her movements fluid and confident. She led us to a service door, and with a quick twist of her wrist, she popped the lock open. We slipped inside, the cool air of the poolside greeting us like a lover's caress.

The lights were off, but the moonlight streaming through the skylights was more than enough for us to see by. Takagi-san walked over to one of the loungers, her hips swaying seductively as she moved. She plopped down onto the chair, the fabric rustling softly as she settled in. "Strip," she commanded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I want to see what you've got."

My heart hammered in my chest as I undressed, quickly shedding my clothes and folding them neatly beside her. I stood before her, naked and exposed.

Takagi-san's eyes widened in mock surprise as she took in my exposed form. "Oh my," she breathed, feigning shock. "It's even smaller than I expected!" She giggled, the sound echoing through the empty pool. "I bet it's cold too!"

Her next words hit me like a punch to the gut. "Come here," she commanded, patting the space beside her. Reluctantly, I moved closer, my skin prickling with embarrassment. As I sat down beside her, she reached over and took my tiny penis in her hand, squeezing gently. "It's like a lima bean!" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with amusement. "I can hardly believe it!"

I winced, feeling a mix of pain and humiliation. "It's not that bad," I tried to defend myself, but she only laughed. "Oh, it's worse," she said, pulling on it playfully. "Look at how floppy it is!" Her laughter echoed through the pool, and I could feel my face burning with shame.

Just then, the service door swung open, and several of our classmates burst through, their eyes widening in disbelief at the sight of me. "T-Takagi-san!" one of them stammered, "why did you call us here?" She glanced down at me, her cheeks flushing pink.

Takagi-san's grin widened, and she leaned back against the lounger, enjoying the show. "Oh, I just wanted to show them what a pathetic excuse for a man you really are," she drawled. "Look at how tiny it is!" She gestured toward my crotch, and the other girls crowded around, their eyes fixed on my tiny member.

Their laughter filled the air, and my face burned with embarrassment. One girl reached out to touch it, her fingers brushing against my skin, and I winced. "It's like a baby carrot!" she exclaimed, giggling. Another girl shoved her friend forward, and she reached out, tentatively, to stroke it. Her touch was surprisingly gentle, and I felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal coursing through my veins.

Takagi-san watched them all with a satisfied smile, enjoying the power she had over me and my classmates. "You know," she drawled, "I've always wondered what it would feel like to have a tiny cock like that." Her words sent a shiver down my spine. "Maybe I should try it out myself."

Before I could react, she reached out and grasped my tiny penis, giving it a firm tug. "Ooh, it's so small," she purred, her voice low and seductive. "I bet it feels good in my hand." She began to stroke me, her movements slow and deliberate, her grip firm but not painful.

I gasped, unable to believe what was happening. My body betrayed me, responding to her touch despite the humiliation I felt. I glanced around, and the other girls had formed a circle around us, their expressions a mix of fascination and amusement. One of them giggled, "It's like watching a tiny puppy play!"

Takagi-san's movements became more confident as she continued to stroke me. Her grip was firm but not painful, and she seemed to know exactly how to touch me. "Oh, it's getting harder," she murmured, her eyes fixed on my rapidly growing member. "That's it, just let it out."

As she stroked me, I felt a strange sensation building inside me. It started in my groin and spread outward, filling my body with warmth and anticipation. My heart began to race, and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. The other girls in the circle giggled and cheered me on, urging me on with their encouragement.

Takagi-san's touch was expert, her grip steady as she continued to stroke me. Her other hand came up to cup my testicles, massaging them gently. I arched my back, unable to contain the pleasure that was coursing through my veins. "That's it, Takagi-san," one of the other girls whispered, her voice tinged with awe. "You're doing such a good job with him."

As my orgasm built, the room seemed to fade away, leaving only me and Takagi-san in a haze of pleasure. She increased the pace of her strokes, her grip firm but not painful, guiding me toward the release I could feel building inside me. The other girls crowded closer, their eyes fixed on the scene before them, their expressions a mix of fascination and excitement.