Houki Shinonono

“Houki Shinonono will ask Ichika Orimura during break to talk on the roof. On the roof she will greet her old friend properly by giving him a blowjob. She will think this is a normal greeting for Ichika Orimura after six years apart.”

It wasn’t the most creative of encounters, but if it worked Ichika can use Houki’s mouth to work off this persistent boner that’s been plaguing him. He wasn’t sure if it was just Miss Yamada’s chest that was keeping him erect, or if his body just knows better than he does that he’s the only male for miles surrounded by beauties. In any case, if it didn’t work, he’d have to run to the bathroom to release a quick load. Ichika flipped the notebook over so the visible Sex Note title wasn’t visible. He’d have to discover a way to sneak it around. Assuming it was actually good for what it said it was.

It didn’t take long before the bell signaling break went off, and there wasn’t any clues that the Sex Note had worked immediately, unless he had wrote in it that every girl in the school was going to use this break to ogle him from the hall. The lack of movement from Houki too was getting Ichika more and more nervous as well, guess the note was fake, but he couldn’t exactly mosey on out to the restroom with a boner in his pants like he planned. Not with so many girls out there.

Will someone please—please—save me from this situation!

That was when Houki stood before his desk and earned a surprised gasp out of Ichika, “Can we talk for a minute?”

On the roof of the classroom building there was some awkward small talk about a kendo tournament and how Houki’s hair was exactly the way that Ichika had remembered it before their next exchange created another awkward silence.

“You don’t forget a thing do you?” Houki stated while playing with her hair.

“How could I forget about you? You’re my childhood friend!”

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“L-Look, don’t get the wrong idea! But I know I didn’t greet you well back in class, so…so I wanted to make it up to you here.” Houki declared. As she spoke she got down on her knees and worked at Ichika’s zipper and belt.

“Woah! Wait, what are you doing?” Shouted Ichika, not remembering that he had used the sex note just minutes before back in class. It did however strike him as insane that he was about to push Houki away before the memory came back to him. Why would he fight this even if it wasn't the Sex Note's doing?

“Do you want this or not?” Asked Houki. She wasn’t even a second away from pulling down his briefs. It was clear to all parties involved, even the three girls hiding behind a pillar, that Ichika’s dick was already hard.

“S-Sorry. Go ahead and greet me how you were meant to.”

“Don’t make this weird.”

Houki pulled down what remained of Ichika’s defenses, and it was clear that she was not expecting the results of Miss Yamada’s cleavage. At full mast Ichika was able to put many men to shame, and given that this was Houki’s first time seeing a male like this, she was already convinced that this more than she handle. But there was something strange happening to her, why did he think that this was a normal way to greet Ichika after six years. Something was definitely off about this logic of hers, and it was making her head all jumbled.

“Well-” Ichika prodded her to continue. Even grabbing her ponytail to to help her get a little closer.

“It’s my first time, jerk. Don’t rush-” Houki was cut off when the head of Ichika’s dick was **** inside her mouth.

“There you go, good girl. Don’t forget to use your hands too.”

The ‘good girl’ in Ichika’s sentence made her blush furiously. He hoped it was from embarrassment and not anger. He didn’t really have time to consider what the after effects of using the Sex note were, or if this would make Houki hate him. He didn’t care right now though. He just needed to empty his balls before Miss Yamada made him do it in class with a swift motion of her chest.

It became clear quickly though that this was indeed Houki’s first time sucking a dick. Her hand motions were strange, and her teeth were definitely playing a bigger role than they needed to. Unfortunately, Ichika didn’t have time. He knew this break would be short and that he had to make this quick. Using his grip on her ponytail he trust his rod deeper down Houki’s throat, penetrating her tonsils and bulging her neck out. Houki’s eyes went wide, she was not expecting that and her hands were now pushing against his thighs hoping to grab some breath. It was to no avail though, as Ichika was face-fucking her on the roof making the Japanese beauty gag on his well-endowed cock. His heavy balls slapping her chin held what felt like gallons of semen that were waiting to get out after Miss Yamada’s teasing outfit showed quite a bit off.

That was when Ichika noticed the girls behind the pillar watching. He looked towards them and winked. They essentially took that permission to stay put and while checking them out Ichika finally released his seed down Houki’s gasming throat.

His grunting was intense and almost keeled over on top of Houki from the sheer pleasure that was enveloping him in waves. The amount of cum being drained from him was enough for Houki to overflow though. She wasn’t expecting it since Ichika didn’t even have the courtesy to warn the girl, and white globs exited her nostrils from the forceful entry and release. At this point though, she was just praying for some breath. Luckily her training in kendo seemed to stop her from completely passing out, but her vision was white, and her lungs seemed to work against themselves as every attempt to gasp for breath only seemed to suck Ichika’s cock deeper. She swore that they weren’t supposed to be this big! What was he, half horse? Saying ‘hi’ to a childhood after six years was definitely for more normal-sized dicks. And why was she still thinking this was a normal greeting?!

Ichika finally ripped Houki’s head off his cock with her ponytail and she coughed up a storm on her hands and knees.

“Cough-cough-When, did you—cough—get so big?”

Ichika zipped up his pants looking down on Houki, proud of his work, but before he could think to answer, the bell rang to end break, “Well, I guess we should head back now.”

He left her there to fix herself up.

“Yeah, I guess we should.” Houki was still on her hands and knees. She briefly assessed the large puddle of cum she just coughed up, and used one of her hands to wipe the bit that left her nostrils, licking the seed off her hand as she returned to her feet.