Homeroom, first period

Nice breeze today. The sun was shining down, and the wind was drifting through my hair. Not too hot, not too cool - refreshing.

8:25am, five minutes to homeroom. I passed through the yard and entered the school building. There I kicked off my sneakers, switched them into my shoe locker, and put on my school loafers. A friend in a tracksuit passed by at a jog as I stood up.

She waved a casual hand backwards to acknowledge me. "Hey, Akiko."

"Hey, Natsuru," I replied, picking up my bag and following after her into the corridor.

Third year, third floor. After two flights of stairs, I rounded the corner, where the sight of the morning sunlight stopped me in my step. It was beaming in through the windows that stretched all the way down the corridor, panel by panel, room after room.

Huh. Something felt weird about today - must've been final year blues getting to me. I kept noticing all the little details as I headed into my classroom - how the rays gently stirred through the trees, dancing in shapes across the floor. It was pretty.

Sighing as I entered, I took my seat at my desk, one behind Natsuru, who was frantically filling out the last of her homework.

"Akiko," she hissed to me. "Can I peek at your math homework?"

I heaved another sigh and reached into my bag, my hand searching for the familiar cover. I tossed her my book.

"Thank you! Love your notes!" she said gratefully, flipping it open to copy things out. Soon enough, the teacher inevitably came in and shot her a sharp eye that made her hastily put her book away and hand mine back.

"Stand. Bow. Sit."

Another uneventful homeroom, followed by another dry 1st period of math. The warm summer atmosphere was beginning to get me and probably everyone else drowsy as time flew by and the clock neared quarter to 10. Still, 2nd period would be in the AV room, so we all heaved ourselves up and shuffled out into the corridor to make our way there.

Stood at the top of the stairs watching us pass by was a man I didn't recognize, but I didn't pay him any mind as we walked to our next class...

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Nice breeze today. The sun was shining down, and the wind was drifting through my hair, cum-soaked strands clinging to each other and occasionally batting against my skin. Not too hot, not too cool - refreshing.

8:25am, five minutes to homeroom. I passed through the yard and entered the school building. There I kicked off my sneakers, switched them into my shoe locker, and put on my school loafers. A friend in a tracksuit passed by at a jog as I stood up.

She waved a casual hand backwards to acknowledge me. "Hey, Akiko. Nice hair today."

"Someone came on it," I replied with a sigh, picking up my bag and following after her into the corridor.

Third year, third floor. After two flights of stairs, I rounded the corner, where the sight of the morning sunlight stopped me in my step. It was beaming in through the windows that stretched all the way down the corridor, panel by panel, room after room.

Huh. Something felt weird about today - must've been final year blues getting to me. I kept noticing all the little details as I headed into my classroom - how the rays gently stirred through the trees, dancing in shapes across the floor, and the pearly jizz stuck to the zipper of my bag had run down the side. It was pretty.

Sighing as I entered, I took my seat at my desk, one behind Natsuru, who was frantically filling out the last of her homework.

"Akiko," she hissed to me. "Can I peek at your math homework?"

I heaved another sigh and reached into my bag, my hand sticky from combing my hair searching for the familiar cover that had been just as much the victim of a bukkake session this morning as my head was. Blinking as a glob of semen dripped off my bangs and onto my nose, I tossed her my marked book.

"Thank you! Love your notes! Oh, guess someone came on this too," she said gratefully, flipping it open to copy things out and instantly flinging a few light strands of cum on it at herself too. As she did, the man I didn't recognize came running into the classroom, briefly flipped through my book himself to tear a clean-ish page from the back, then poked the girl who was sat to Natsuru's side.

"Jeez, I guess Akiko knows the shortest route after all! Screw GPS, I should be following her to school. Anyway, I've got a note to write for the teacher and your huge tits look dependable, so can I borrow a pencil?" he asked, groping at her breasts through her shirt. The girl was a fairly short one with one of the more conspicuously prominent bust sizes in the class, and had actually been held back a year. She wasn't a gyaru or anything, she was just kind of... sharp. Delinquent-ish, I guess.

"Take it yourself," she growled, focused on her own phone.

"Whoa, someone's not social, haha. What's your name, anyway?" Unhanding her breasts, he moved her bag from on top of the desk to underneath it, unzipped it, and then shook all its contents out onto the floor in a pile, exactly where her legs would be if she didn't have them kicked up over the table.

"Nonohara," she mumbled.

"Nonohara who?"

"Nonohara Nagi."

"Well, nice to meet you, Nagi, and nice to meet your basic white panties too. Still, I'm gonna have to teach you a lesson or two for being so rude." he said, squatting at eye-level with her crotch while he popped open the plastic tube she used as a pencil case. After taking a pencil and putting the case's halves back together, he wordlessly reached up to tug her panties down and pull them past her ass, leaving them stretched tightly around her thighs right where they met the desk.

With that done, he took the tube itself, only slightly thinner than a can of coffee, and began to use it to penetrate the delinquent's crotch directly, the flat face of the pencil case seemingly only taking a few pushes before slotting in with little resistance. From my seat behind and to the side, I couldn't really see, but it looked as if every few thrusts the man gave worked it further in, wriggling it deeper and deeper into Nagi's uncaring hole until virtually its entire length had disappeared inside. He stood up to admire his handiwork, the girl's thick case of school supplies now jammed neatly inside her own accommodating vagina.

"Well, I didn't tell you what I was gonna do since you didn't care, but I'll give you credit, you take some big stuff. Got a habit of putting things in there, Nagi?"

"Yeah. PET bottles and crap."

"Good work! With how tight your cunt was at first, I didn't expect it to be so flexible. At this rate, it's going to be a whole class full of high school girls born to be sluts. I'm glad I picked you to follow, huh, Akiko?"

"Huh?" I wasn't expecting to be addressed. Nagi just grumbled in response.

"Anyway, Nagi..." He whispered into her ear for a few seconds, then pulled away and moved over to the teacher's lectern, where he started writing furiously on the page he'd torn out.

Soon enough, the teacher inevitably came in and shot Natsuru a sharp eye that made her hastily put her book away and hand mine back, both now ruined by some stranger's sperm.

"Stand. Bow. Sit."

Nagi didn't move at all for the morning greeting.

"Nonohara?"

"Sitting here with my pencil case up my stupid cunt. In case you couldn't see, jackass."

The teacher pursed her lips, seeming to accept Nagi justifying herself by telling her teacher that her own school supplies were stuffed inside her reproductive hole. "Well, I'll let it slide this time."

Another uneventful homeroom. As the teacher listed off morning notices, the man shuffled up to me and crouched by my desk.

"Who's she?" he asked, pointing up front.

"Oora-sensei. She's our homeroom teacher for the year."

"Oora, nice." He sized her up, taking in her light blouse and cardigan, matched with a long black pencil skirt. "What color panties do you think she's wearing? Guess."

"I dunno. Blue?"

Moving over to the teacher, he grabbed at the bottom split of her pencil skirt. Then, while she was still talking, he tore in one smooth length all the way up the seam, and whipped away the now useless sheet of black cloth from her legs.

"Hey, Akiko! She's actually wearing nothing at all! Damn, my guess was black lace."

"Cool."

"Hey, hey, aren't you curious why a fine, upstanding teacher would be going commando in a packed high school? Ask her!"

I sighed, and put up my hand. "Oora-sensei?" She was unperturbed by the man sticking his fingers into her mouth, but she did look at me quizzically for interrupting her mid-sentence. "Why aren't you wearing panties?"

"Mai hushband makesh me shecretly gho th' workh wifhou' vhem." After a brief gag when the fingers reached all the way in, tickling her uvula and shooting past down her throat before pulling out completely, she continued without a hitch. "It arouses me knowing my skirt is the only thing stopping my vagina from being completely visible," she said, motioning to her defenseless bare crotch with no skirt in sight. "Anyway, as I was saying, you'll have to inform the student council directly if you lose your form. Now, pool-cleaning duty..."

What followed was another dry 1st period of math, where the math teacher remarked on the subpar condition of my and Natsuru's homework books.

"Sorry, Kawakura-sensei. A man jerked off over mine this morning, and I... accidentally left some of the jizz from my hair on Natsuru's."

"An adult stranger used your school materials as masturbation material, then ejaculated in your hair?" she asked me pointedly, the image of disbelief as she cocked her hip to the side, slotting a hand into the pocket of her blue denim jeans.

"She's telling the truth, Sensei. Told me this morning," Natsuru beamed, a rope of still-fresh dick milk across her tracksuit backing up our version of events.

"I... Just so long as it doesn't happen again," she replied, her acceptance tinged with a slight sense of defeated exasperation as she took our violated books. She must get weird excuses a lot.

Returning to her desk, she picked up and again scanned over a handwritten note, then stepped over to the delinquent Nagi's desk and spoke to her in a low voice. I couldn't hear what was being said, except for a response from under Nagi's breath that sounded a lot like "asshole," after which the math teacher resumed the lesson.

The warm summer atmosphere, mingled with a scent that began to pervade the air of a male stranger's dick juice in my hair and bag, were beginning to get me and probably everyone else drowsy as time flew by and the clock neared quarter to 10.

Still, 2nd period would be in the AV room, so we all heaved ourselves up. Before we began to move, though, the teacher stood directly in front of the door, and the delinquent rolled off her chair with a disgruntled sigh, legs **** to splay apart slightly as her new plastic dildo remained lodged in her cunt. Her bag was still emptied out on the ground under her desk.

"Gotta fuckin'... pick my shit up off the floor. Watch me bend over to do it if you want, stare at my stupid shortstack shit, I don't fuckin' care."

With incredible resignation, she moved awkwardly around as we all gathered at the front to watch her get down on her knees in front of her desk, prostrating so low her huge breasts were pressed against the ground, her tube-stuffed pussy raised high in the air. Under the gazes of our entire class, she began to pick up one item after another and dunk it viciously into the bag slung off the side of her desk, her tits swaying wildly inside her shirt with each abrupt motion, the effort of lifting herself up each time puckering her asshole and clenching her pussy even tighter around the transparent plastic of her pencil case, where we could see a handful of pens and pencils along with an eraser tumble about, nestled safely inside their owner's sleeve of a vagina.

Done prostrating in front of us to fill her bag, she got up and headed for the classroom door, which abruptly slammed open, allowing her to turn to us and spread her legs wide in the doorway.

With the naked man who'd used me and my stuff as cumrags this morning looming behind in the corridor, Nagi began to grunt with effort.

"Pushing my own fuckin'... pencil case out of my cunt... so you can see it gape."

I, along with everyone else, watched intently as the thick, wet-slicked plastic cylinder slipped out bit by bit, hanging straight down from Nagi's accommodating cockhole.

"Shit was fuckin'... crushing up on my baby room all period. You guys'd better be grateful, 'cause I'm--" Nagi let out an uncharacteristically girly yelp as the bottom half of her pencil case suddenly came off with a sudden *pop* from the pressure of her clenches, bouncing to the floor, spilling out the school supplies that had up to now been held inappropriately inside Nagi's pussy-sleeve. "--'cause I'm never doing this again."

With the now-empty top half of her pencil case lodged inside her vagina, she leaned backwards and threw her hands against the ground, straddling the mess that had dropped to the ground, so that she was stood on all fours facing upwards. Her hefty rack flopped straight back into her face as a result, and we were given an unobstructed view down her vagina, **** wide open by clear plastic. In plain view, we could see her live walls glistening as they deformed around her insertion, while the distinct O-shape of the entrance to Nagi's womb kissed and twitched against the solid base of the tube, almost seeming to yield slightly, as if it wanted to welcome in the giant tube meant for holding student stationery.

"What're you fucks waitin' for? You've got dicks, bukkake me and make it snappy. Get this fuckin' over with..." Nagi grumbled beneath her breasts, irritated by how the order to get covered in her classmates' cum was holding up her own precious free time.

Quickly, all the boys obliged, shuffling around each end of Nagi, surrounding her with their already-erect cocks that they got to stroking furiously without delay, some taking pleasure in slapping her voluptuous body with their meat. Being so turned on, the next minute was a rapidfire span of rope after rope of potent, sticky cum raining over Nagi's body and sticking to her skin and clothes, one dick rested directly on her forehead and spraying cum straight against her face and tits with each throbbing pulse, another lucky to be situated between her legs and shooting it straight into her wide-open pussy receptacle, where it pooled safely against the plastic, her uterus's entrance seeming to twitch faster in response to the load of fresh sperm.

Once they were all done and stepped away, we stared at the violated delinquent, thoroughly drenched in the thick milky semen her fellow male students had offered her. The stench of being marked by boys now irrevocably hanging about her, stained into every inch of her school uniform and decorating each part of her body, Nagi sprang back up with a gaze coated in pearly white but still as irate as ever, grabbed her bag and left for our next class, leaving her neglected school supplies behind and tracking smears of cum through the hallway. Under natural gravity, the one load a boy had dumped inside slid free from her pencil case pussy, falling in a particularly weighty string to the floor.

She was certainly far more coated in stuff intended to knock up girls than I'd been this morning. Without much fanfare, we shuffled after her to make our way to the AV room...

---

Nice breeze today. The sun was shining down, and the wind was drifting through my hair. Not too hot, not too cool - refreshing.

8:25am, five minutes to homeroom. I passed through the yard and entered the school building. There I kicked off my sneakers which the naked man following me had marked with his piss earlier, making me put up with them squishing all the way here. I switched them into my shoe locker, flexing my stockinged feet a little to try and shake off the damp sensation, and was about to put on my school loafers when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Think I'll cum in these ones. That'll complete the set, don't you think, Akiko? Man, getting to dump cum all over clueless high school girls is the best."

"I guess," I responded as he pulled me a step back and moved in front of me and my school shoes.

A friend in a tracksuit passed by at a jog as he picked them up.

She waved a casual hand backwards to acknowledge me. "Hey, Akiko."

"Hey, Natsuru," I replied, kicking at my bag as I waited.

"Natsuru, huh?" the man commented contemplatively. "You, tracksuit girl! Natsuru!"

"What? What's up?" I heard a voice calling back, followed by shuffling as she jogged her way backwards into view again, looking over her shoulder at us.

"You got good thighs?"

"Sure! I'm literally the track ace!" she affirmed cheerfully, beaming with pride.

"Cool, come here. I'm gonna fuck your thighs so I can make Akiko walk around in my cum today."

Natsuru hopped over to us and dutifully dropped her tracksuit pants to allow the man access to her bare, toned thighs.

"Do I want you to drop your panties too...? Nah, I fucked Akiko's mom raw this morning. Gotta get some variety." He positioned her in front of him and made me stand behind her, handing me my shoes.

"Damn, you've got some meat on you, Natsuru. You sure these things don't weigh you down?" he commented, slapping her asscheeks as he began to thrust his dick through the gap in her thighs, scraping past her tight athletic underwear. As his dick poked out under her ass, I kept my school loafers steadied where his tip was protruding again and again.

"Nah, you need muscle mass to power you. Plus I keep myself fed!"

"Well, for a high school girl, your ass is almost as good as Maaya's!"

"Who?"

"That's my mom," I explained, beleaguered by having to stand there stiff. "He fucked her this morning while I was eating breakfast, then left her drooling on the floor once he came inside her pussy. I dunno if she's made it to work on time..."

"Wild! She can probably call in," Natsuru commented, nodding along while being stiffly jerked back and forth by the man's tight grip on her ass.

"How do you two know each other anyway?" the man grunted as he began to speed up, his slick cock now lubricating all of Natsuru's inner thigh and thrusting again and again past her precum-soaked panties.

"We're on the track team together," I replied. "I introduced her in the first year, actually..."

"You do sports, Akiko? Good for you, thought you had the build. Gotta stay in shape for guys like me to fuck you, right?"

"I don't know. I was never really that interested in having sex..."

"Guess I know what to work on tomorrow. What about you-- oh, cumming!" Holding Natsuru hard against him as he jammed his dick through her thigh gap like some kind of live makeshift onahole, ropes of cum blasted against my shoes, covering their shiny black leather with a lace or two of thick white, far more viscous than the piss he'd showered my sneakers in. I obediently shifted the shoes as he came so that most of his stinky baby batter would make it inside, where it fell throughout the lengths of them and clung against the soles. It was like he was knocking them up... "What about you, Natsuru?"

"Nah, I can go for anyone but I've only been bothered to do it with girls. They just kinda get it, y'know?" she chattered cheerfully, still stood waitingly in place as he gradually pulled his cock out, now spent for the moment but still twitching. Experimentally, he nudged and pushed it against her panties.

"Damn, you got wet from that though," he observed, now wiping a finger across her leg to pick up some of her girlcum and taste it. As his hand left her cheek, I noticed the red handprint left behind from how roughly he'd been gripping her ass. "I'm impressed! If I wasn't tailing Akiko right now, I'd probably be living a few days with you. You're a true all-rounder athletic slut, Natsuru."

"Yeah, kinda! Good thing I've got a tracksuit - they let me wear it all the time since I usually miss a few periods to train." She bent over to pull her waist up before the man stopped her.

"Nah, I think I'll let you show your body off for today. Take your tracksuit pants off and shove them in Akiko's locker. You can walk around with your lower body out. What do you think's gonna happen?"

"I guess my ass is gonna wave about everywhere while I run!" she cackled acceptingly, tugging her pants away from her shoes and slinging them in my locker. "Got a whole day of people seeing my used thighs. Akiko, your locker kinda smells..."

"He pissed on my sneakers earlier," I mumbled in protest, the topic of my shoes reminding me to put on my school loafers on. The dampness of his pee in my stockings was quickly replaced with the fresher sensation of his cum squelching against my feet, which now entirely surrounded them and clung to them. I was gonna have to deal with his cum in my shoes for the entire day...

"Hey, Akiko, don't complain," the man said, wiping his dick off on my school jacket while I was slipping my feet into my shoes. The moment I'd gotten them on, she shoved me against Natsuru. "Here, Natsuru'll use you as a towel for today too. Tell her thanks, Natsuru."

"Oh, for real? Thanks, Akiko!" She cleaned off the residue from being thighfucked by rubbing her bare legs against my pantyhosed thighs like I was a standing ragcloth.

Quickly, though, the regular rhythm turned to grinding against me. Her crotch was scraping on me. Was she... Was I being gotten off of at school?

"Natsuru, you're humping me. We don't have time for you to make it weird."

"Uh, I'm not?" she said, shooting my look of consternation back at me.

"Okay, break it up, girls. You've gotta get to class," the man cut in. Right on cue, the homeroom chime went.

"Oh, shit!" Natsuru instantly bolted off to get to homeroom, her toned lower body completely exposed to the open air.

"See?" I yelled at her, picking up my bag and following after her into the corridor. Natsuru seriously didn't know how to pick a time or a place - I could feel myself about to give her the cold shoulder for the day.

"You two ever get together?" asked a voice behind me. It was the man tailing me.

"Sort of - I let her make us masturbate together when we're safe in private. Too hard to deal with her most of the time, though. She says the idea of being embarrassed in front of everyone else actually gets her excited, but I'd seriously rather respect society and... well, keep any erotic stuff out of sight."

"You say that with bodily fluids staining you and a random guy's cum inside your shoes? If I wasn't looping your normal day, everyone would think you're a serious slut, you know, Akiko."

"I guess," I shrugged as I ascended the stairs.

"I came all over your hair and your school books yesterday. Showing people you'd gotten yourself covered in my jizz didn't concern you one bit?"

Yesterday? "Huh?" Third year, third floor...

"Guess you wouldn't remember. Whatever, makes sense you wouldn't like Natsuru suddenly humping you somewhere risky all by herself."

After two flights up, I rounded the corner, where the sight of the morning sunlight stopped me in my step. It was beaming in through the windows that stretched all the way down the corridor, panel by panel, room after room.

Huh. Something felt weird about today - must've been final year blues getting to me. I kept noticing all the little details as I headed into my classroom - how the rays gently stirred through the trees, dancing in shapes across the floor, and how a stranger's cum was seeping between my toes with each step. It was pretty.

"Wait, she 'makes you masturbate together'?" he said, interrupting my contemplation.

"Yeah."

"Akiko, you can be a real dense girl, you know? That's just sex. You and Natsuru are having sex."

"To me, it's just getting ourselves off, I guess. And she doesn't call it sex either."

"Jeez, girls these days. You need cocks present before you'll respect the fact you're getting fucked? Times are moving on, you hear me? With how outstanding high schooler sluts like you two were made for sex, you need to shape up!"

"Whatever." I had barely any clue what he was talking about.

Sighing as I entered, I took my seat at my desk, one behind Natsuru, who was staring impatiently at her bag. The teacher shot me a sharp eye, but continued taking registration without pause. At least my surname put me at the end of the register...

"Watanabe Akiko."

"Here."

"Try not to be too late?"

"Sorry, Oora-sensei."

Another uneventful homeroom where the naked man whispered briefly in Natsuru's ear and got a few successive thumbs up in return, followed by another dry 1st period of math where he paced around the room.

During the lesson, he interrupted the math teacher by forcing his tongue into her mouth for a bit, after which she skipped straight into the lesson without calling for homework - I could hear Natsuru slump and heave a sigh of relief, her ass sticking prominently out of the back of her chair, not that I felt in the mood to care about her.

That was followed immediately by him flipping up the skirts of all the seated female students, including me, to get a good look at each one, before getting under Natsuru's desk and alternating pressing his face into her stuffy panties with shoving his hands inside them. A few minutes later, Natsuru was making moaning noises that were getting louder and louder in a classroom silent save for Kawakura-sensei droning on and our pencils scratching. That stopped after Natsuru let out one final cry and spent the rest of the class buckling and whimpering against her desk for some reason.

The warm summer atmosphere was beginning to get me and probably everyone else drowsy as time flew by and the clock neared quarter to 10. Still, 2nd period would be in the AV room, so we all heaved ourselves up and shuffled out into the corridor to make our way there.

Without warning along the way, a giddy Natsuru clung to me from the front and hitched up my skirt, so that she could start pressing her panties directly against mine - at some point, she'd had an active bullet vibrator taped over her underwear. For a few unbroken seconds, she let it whir diligently against both our pussies, after which she broke off and looked me in the eye.

"Gonna vibe with you in there until I break for training, 3rd period. Word is I've gotta show a guy if you even get turned on," she chirped with a breathless shudder to her voice. "Also needed to ask for your consent, apparently."

"Sure, I guess," I responded.

"Also needed to ask consent to... ignore what you're doing, and drag you to the staff room after school, and strip you down in there, and introduce your inappropriate naked body to all the teachers?"

"Whatever."

The man stepped over and whispered in Natsuru's ear before resuming his distance from us.

"Apparently 'whatever' doesn't cut it for consent. Gotta make it clear."

"Yes, you can ignore me and take me to the staff room and... whatever the rest was."

"Good enough for me!" she laughed, tugging me back along with an unsteady bounce.

The man made some sort of theatrical sigh and shrug before following us, but I didn't pay him any mind as we headed to our next class, the day steadily filling up with random events...

---

Nice breeze today. The sun was shining down, and the wind was drifting through my hair. Refreshing, but a little chilly - I couldn't help but shiver in just my pantyhose and sports bra, since I hadn't put on the rest of my uniform this morning, though my jogging pace was helping me build up some body heat, since I was a little late out of the door this morning.

8:25am, five minutes to homeroom. I passed through the yard and entered the school building. There I kicked off my sneakers, switched them into my shoe locker, and put on my school loafers. A friend in a tracksuit passed by at a jog as I stood up.

She waved a casual hand backwards to acknowledge me. "Hey, Akiko. Anti-summer uniform after all?"

"Winter one's more my thing, yeah," I affirmed, picking up my bag and following after her into the corridor.

"Hey, what's the rush, Natsuru?" a male voice chuckled from behind me, slightly out of breath. It was the naked man I didn't recognize - he'd tailed me out of the door this morning. "Don't you see what your girlfriend Akiko's wearing?"

Natsuru spun around and skidded to a brief stop to take a look at me. "I do, yeah! Nice tights, nice bra. Uh, but she's not my girlfriend."

"What, even though you have sex with each other?" he said, pointing at each of us as he kept walking, taking my and Natsuru's bags off of us as he passed us and began heading up the stairs.

"We do?" was her response. "How would we?" was mine.

"You girls never learn! Whatever, make out there in the corridor for five minutes and then get to class," he called to us, disappearing up the stairwell.

Confusedly, we put our faces together and started kissing, letting our tongues explore deep in each other's mouths and putting our hands to each other's bodies. Natsuru briefly broke away to chide me - "God, Akiko, your breath stinks of guys today" - before locking our lips again, gulping as she felt past my bra, down my bare torso and slid her hands into my still-soaked tights, while I reciprocated her movements over her toned and supple, each passing moment of our makeout sapping more of the breath from my lungs and the blood from my head. The homeroom chime had sounded at some point, but we kept going, touching and groping and fingering each other inappropriately on the spot while we French-kissed, passionately doing what we'd been yelled at to do by the random stranger who'd molested me and **** me to suck his dick over breakfast earlier.

I had enough presence of mind to sense that five minutes had passed soon enough, at least, and I pulled myself off Natsuru. "I had to swallow a load of cum this morning," I panted, throwing some explanation at her offhand comment as we made for the homeroom with our heads still light.

Third year, third floor. After two flights of stairs, I rounded the corner, where the sight of the morning sunlight stopped me in my step. It was beaming in through the windows that stretched all the way down the corridor, panel by panel, room after room.

Huh. Something felt weird about today - must've been final year blues getting to me. I kept noticing all the little details as I headed into my classroom - how the rays gently stirred through the trees, dancing in shapes across the floor, and how my nipples were stiff enough to make my bra peak a little. It was pretty.

Sighing as I entered, I took my seat at my desk, one behind Natsuru, my bag on my seat. The teacher shot us both sharp looks, as we'd clearly missed registration, but seemed to let it go without much fuss.

At least it was warmer in here, though the wood of my desk and chair was fairly cool against my bare arms and back. The delinquent who sat next to Natsuru was stood bent over her desk, with no underwear on. Or any clothes on... Being completely nude didn't concern her one bit, even as her breasts hung free, inverted nipples revealed to all. While she tapped away at her phone, the PET bottle wedged into her pussy made faint sloshes, the sealed neck of the deep base-first insertion displaying a yellowish liquid that certainly wasn't spring water. Huh... whatever.

"Psst," came a whisper from the girl in the seat behind me.

"What?" I swivelled around. An entire dishevelled school uniform was dumped in a pile on top of her desk. The girl herself was wearing a pair of clearly worn-in white panties on her head, her nose covered by the cotton as she inhaled, so nonchalant it was like she didn't even realize she was breathing in someone's used panties.

"I copied your answers into Natsuru's math homework for you, so she doesn't get in trouble," she said, handing me our books while the teacher was facing away.

"Uh, thanks." Who told her to do that? I passed Natsuru's forward to her and stowed mine away - the back was slightly crumpled, a page seemingly hastily torn out. Something almost felt familiar... but I let it pass. Familiar was all ordinary days like these could be. Seconds later, a flipping of pages followed by a huge sigh of relief came from Natsuru, after which she promptly put hers away too.

As our homeroom teacher wrapped up and was about to leave us before 1st period, the man I didn't recognize intercepted her and handed her a sheet of paper before he left the room.

"Ahem. Just one more note concerning... Nonohara?"

Nagi grunted, still stark naked on her phone. The man dashed back in quickly as if he'd forgotten something, plunged his fingers deep into the delinquent's breasts and fiercely dug out her nipples in one go, practically yanking them out into the open air, engorged and somehow longer than they were wide. With that, he hurriedly left us for good as our teacher continued reading.

"From the start of... 1st period, until the end, you're expected to be on duty in... this classroom. Said duty is to be a bitch whose only purposes are to turn the boys on by bending over your desk and making your slutty body and massive tits available, and then relieve their aching cocks with your asshole. Your human rights will be revoked during this period. Your... male classmates only, written in bold, are expected to ignore that you were ever Nonohara Nagi, and treat your desk as a non-sentient, in-class, anal cock-pleasuring and cum disposal installation made of warm female fuckmeat. Do you understand all of that?"

She shrugged, her bare tits wobbling a little as she did.

With that, our homeroom teacher collected Nagi's unlocked phone from her hands and returned at the lectern, pointing the phone's camera at her, showing no signs of leaving even though a dry 1st period of math was soon to come.

That said, our math teacher never showed up, even after the chime sounded. It didn't take long for people to start chattering, wondering where our math teacher was, and soon, the boys of the class began to pull off their pants one by one in preparation to head to Nagi's desk with clear bulges beneath their underwear, while the girls carried on as usual.

The first boy to get up and use the Nagi-turned-female-toilet was quick about it, pushing Nagi's ass down to meet his cock and gently but smoothly sliding it into her asshole. He took no more than half a minute to get her anus warmed up as 1st period's cum receptacle by pouring the first youthful load straight into her guts, then pulled out with a sigh of relief, a wet *pop* as the head of his cock left Nagi, the pressure from her pussy's massive insertion surely keeping her other hole tight.

"First dibs, huh?" Natsuru joked at him.

"The feel is amazing, yeah," he mumbled as he moved back to his seat.

Up came the next boy. "The tits on this thing are incredible. Have you seen them?" the second boy said to Natsuru, picking up the conversation. "It's crazy how they got something living in for class, and she even looks just like a girl."

"I hear she's an actual girl," Natsuru grinned. "Just doesn't get human rights." She was clearly enjoying Nagi's fate. Did they not get along?

"Dude, that'd be fucked up. Like a human toilet?" He poked and tweaked at the delinquent's flesh, slapping her boobs a few times and watching them shake. "That's kinda hot. Oh, fuck, hold on, this thing is incredible... damn, I didn't think I was into anal holes, but I'm converting now." With quick, erratic pounds against the asshole of the former Nagi now reduced to taking guys' excess sperm up her ass, he didn't take long to feel the relief of a cumhole either as Nagi's insides welcomed a second painting of virile white.

"Wonder what that feels like," Natsuru whispered to me.

"For the guys or for Nagi?" I responded.

"Nagi?" The third guy had already plugged the vacant hole with his own stiff cock. "Who?"

"Her," I replied. "The toilet?"

"You're giving her a name? She's a living female toilet, sure, but humanizing her's just weird. It's not like she's taking class with us just because she's in the same room. You're gonna make me feel awkward before I even get to unload my balls," he griped at me as he thrusted away.

"No, she's-- you know, whatever, sure."

"What, you think I want to be **** some innocent girl's ass? You think using a fuckmeat woman's shithole without having to ask isn't enough for me?"

"No, look, sorry, no. My bad. Obviously you can't **** something non-sentient. Don't let me stop you cumming."

"Ugh, apology accepted. Sorry, I'm probably just too pent up. Need to unload this..." He grunted, digging his hands hard into Nagi's fleshy torso as he gave her a third load, the **** from him making the bare tits and now-exposed nipples of the toilet sway, and then he pulled out. A little too early, though, because one final spurt from his dick landed over the back.

"Watch it," Natsuru chuckled, clearly the only one here taking much interest in the boys visiting the class cumdump. "She's not self-cleaning. Right, Akiko?"

"Why are you dragging me into this? I don't care how other people use the toilet."

"I mean, look at you. Your tights got mad stained before you got here."

"Look, that guy I mentioned I didn't know fingered me this morning until I came in them. Even you were feeling at me earlier. Wait, are you comparing me to her?"

A raised eyebrow put Natsuru on the back foot fast. "Nah, nah, no, no! Well, I mean, you are dressed real skimpy, and you did suck a dick before you came to school, but--"

"And I skipped breakfast for it. And I can still taste his stinky cum in my mouth."

"But you were really good at it, right?"

"This is stupid. I'm not sucking a dick if I don't want to."

"Not even mine?"

"You don't have a dick. And if you did, I'd tell you to go jam it into that thing instead of confronting me with it."

"But it doesn't suck dicks!"

"Actually..." a boy muttered as he took his place and freed his rock-hard dick from his briefs. "I know the pussy's plugged, but this thing's a full body, right? See the mouth on the end? Shouldn't it do fellatio?"

Natsuru reached over and poked at where the mouth-hole would open. The lips parted, but it seemed her finger wouldn't go in any further. "Ain't open," Natsuru announced.

"Aww. Why's it got to be anal..." I didn't see what he had to complain about. Wasn't a hole a hole? As long as it emptied his excess cum into its admittedly kind of sexy semen tank of a body, what was the problem?

"No, I get you," Natsuru nodded. Really?

"Right? It's kind of, I wish I was knocking something up, you feel? It's not like the asshole was made for cocks, but the pussy..."

I was getting fed up of this. "I think the pussy's available, then. Just yank the plug out of it."

"Really?"

I wasn't sure why I said that, because the moment he tried and realized that with the bottle of weird yellow liquid removed, there was in fact a live, fresh, twitching vaginal hole, apparently complete with a uterus at the end that had some range of motion, all the boys seemed to get a second wind.

First was the whiner who quickly turned to dumping a load inside the living female toilet's cunt with glee - "Oh, fuck, fuck, I'm cumming inside, I'm gonna knock this female fuckhole's womb up" -

And then someone half-skeptical - "I don't know if they make these things realistically enough to get pregnant" -

Who nevertheless filled what used to be our classmate Nagi with his own virile jizz, and then was quickly corrected by the next boy, who at least acted like he knew it all between grunts and thrusts - "These things are one-for-one with human bodies, dude. She needs to breathe, you need to feed her, she needs to expel waste. Not even the brain's different. She's got a full human thinker so the life functions work and she operates as a cumdumpster for us. This piece of shortstack fuckmeat is gonna swell up in nine months now that we're all fucking loads into her cunthole."

This carried on, boy after boy relieving their balls of cum by pouring it into the living cocksocket, the overwhelming amount of sperm all but guaranteed to fertilize one of the fuckmeat's eggs at this rate.

"You happy with yourself?" Natsuru asked me.

"I don't care." Not my responsibility.

"Yeah, honestly, I don't care either. The bitch can get her dumpster womb filled up with all the cum she likes. Probably loves being knocked up by fifteen guys."

Wow, that was some vendetta.

As class wore on, time flew by and the boys gradually spent themselves, one of the final guys to use Nagi came up, his cock notably oversized, which he'd gone for anal with the first time so it'd fit easier. Still, upon a few slams into the huge-breasted toilet's mating hole without bottoming out, sudden minute shifts made it clear that the firm cervix at the end of the cunt was finally starting to give way. With repeated pounding, he inched deeper by fractions, until a sudden yield.

"Dude," Natsuru remarked with some bemusement. "You just penetrated straight past. You think she feels that?"

The boy reached over and slapped Nagi's face, to no discernible response. "Guess she's special. It's like her womb's programmed to lust for dicks."

As if proving him, he continued to fuck straight into the non-sentient Nagi's defenseless cum container, its exceptionally cock-friendly entrance wide open as it hugged the girth of his meat. His cockhead dragged the at the entire womb with every pull, while the thrusts speared against the top of her baby chamber.

The stimulus of the uniquely slutty hole eventually tipped him far over the edge, and he shuddered to a stop deep in place to unload, the bulge through his toilet's stomach slowly swelling from the extraordinary amount of cum dumped directly into the womb to reward Nagi's body for her instinctive, all but genetic dedication to cocks. With the sheer amount he was cumming, I wouldn't be surprised if his sperm was flooding straight up through her fallopian tubes now, crashing into the reservoirs that held Nagi's useless fuckmeat eggs, utterly impregnating her by knocking up her entire reproductive potential as a female in one go...

When he pulled out, balls finally wrung dry, the entrance to Nagi's cumtank still clung to his cock so hungrily that her soft, pliable womb followed it all the way out until it no longer could, and his head finally popped free from the toilet's **** desire to be bred. Pulled so far down that it now hung safely outside of her pussy as if it always belonged there, the full soft flesh of Nagi's dedicated semen tank was dangling in the open air, glistening, its still-twitching cervix leaking its precious cum as it tried to close up again after demonstrating its willingness to accommodate some random classmate's horny penis.

Natsuru was the only one who broke the silence. "Damn, who knew her womb would be her best feature..."

Watching as her violated sack pulsed in silent pleasure, contrasting her irascible attitude while the drip of semen evidenced its sheer fulfilment of purpose, I couldn't imagine any of us were disagreeing in our heads.

...And with that, the chime sounded, the boys put their pants back on forgetting that just a moment ago they'd been **** unprotected loads into a fellow classmate's body while it had been demoted to living woman fuckmeat for use as their toilet, and Nagi stood up, unconcerned by her total nudity, the soreness of her cum-painted holes or her womb sandwiched between her legs, rolling and squeezing with each step she took. All the delinquent seemed to care about was marching up and snatching her phone from our homeroom teacher, who'd been perched at the front pointing it at her for the whole length of class. With an emphatic tap of what had to be a stop button, Nagi flung the classroom door wide open and strode straight out.

Right, 2nd period was in the AV room. We heaved ourselves up and shuffled out into the corridor to make our way there. Midway, we parted around the naked man none of us knew, paying him no mind as he fucked a sleeping Kawakura-sensei on the floor in her full jacket and jeans, her blue denim perfectly encapsulating her round ass stuck into the air.

"Hey, Akiko!" the man called to me, pausing mid-doggystyle inside our passed-out math teacher. "Did you see your drink?"

"What drink?"

"The bottle in your delinquent classmate's pussy, duh! I'm hurt you would ignore it after I poured it especially for you. I know, you feel so bad you want to apologize, but don't worry, you can go fetch it and drink it in front of me now, and maybe I'll even let you off the hook. I'm just that generous."

"Uh, right." A brief trip back into the classroom located the PET bottle of yellow liquid by Nagi's desk which I brought back out to the man, who had left the soundly **** Kawakura-sensei sprawling sideways on the floor, wet stains riddling the fringes of two cutouts over her crotch.

"Um. Sorry I didn't drink the bottle you gave me. Hopefully you'll forgive me if I do it now..." I unscrewed the cap and put the bottle to my lips, swigging without really processing that this stranger was making a half-nude high-schooler drink his pee for his own amusement. The salty liquid filled my mouth and throat, more of it pouring into my belly with each gulp from the bottle, until I'd fully downed the pungent, stinky drink he'd "poured" for me straight from his bladder before class, the vacated bottle's contents now resting inside my urinal of a stomach. After the cum I'd had this morning for breakfast, it seemed as if his dick was just emptying itself into my mouth wholesale...

"Hmm. Good form, but you didn't really savor it as much as I would've liked. Are you sure you're sorry, Akiko?"

"Yeah?"

"Doesn't sound genuine to me. Whatever, I wasn't gonna forgive you anyway, haha!"

With that, he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me off, in the opposite direction of our next class...

---

Nice breeze today. The sun was shining down, and the wind was drifting through my hair, past the crotch hole in my skirt-free pantyhose, and over my cum-filled pussy plugged with my mother's pink dildo. Not too hot, not too cool - refreshing.

"Never mind that you're late to school, dear - I'll explain to the faculty office when we get there," my mother assured me as we passed through the yard and entered the school building, the chime sounding for homeroom. There my mother split from me in the direction of the staffroom as I kicked off my sneakers, switched them into my shoe locker, and--

"Nah, you don't need your loafers today. I think we can forget school shoes when you've got nice, comfortable pantyhose to walk around in, right, Akiko?" interrupted the man that had **** and bred me in my bed this morning, grabbing my school shoes out of my hands and tossing them in a trash bin.

"I guess," resigning myself to trudging around school in my stockinged feet for the day.

Third year, third floor. After one flight of stairs, he grabbed me and shoved his cock straight into my ass again with no warning, forcing me to bend down on all fours and crawl into the second years' corridor while he pounded my asshole for a few minutes.

"Damn, fucking a clueless high schooler in the ass is even better the second time. Come on, admit it, you loved ignorantly losing your anal virginity in the middle of a crosswalk to a man you have no idea keeps **** you, right?"

"Not really..." A frustrated driver had gotten out of his car to yell at us for blocking the road, despite my mother explaining how significant it was that I was being anally violated on a sunny morning in public. At least the man shouted at everyone stuck in traffic which school I went to, and that I'd be set up after school for them to fuck me on the way back from work, which seemed to pacify them all...

Before long, he pumped his third load for the day into my guts, helped me up and slapped my ass as I nonchalantly continued up the stairs, the floor of the school chilly against the soles of my nylons. The sensation almost distracted me before I rounded the corner, and the sight of the morning sunlight stopped me in my step. It was beaming in through the windows that stretched all the way down the corridor, panel by panel, room after room.

Huh. Something felt weird about today - must've been final year blues getting to me. I kept noticing all the little details as I headed into my classroom - how the rays gently stirred through the trees, dancing in shapes across the floor, and how the steady wettening of my pussy had caused the dildo to slip out through the access hole in my tights and onto the floor. It was pretty.

Sighing as I entered, accidentally kicking the dildo slicked with my own juices, I took my seat at my desk, one behind Natsuru, who was staring glumly at her bag.

"Hey, Akiko," she muttered to me. "Couldn't have gotten here a little earlier?"

"It's a long story," I quietly replied, wary of the teacher staring at us as this morning's cum began to ooze out of my unplugged pussy and into my tights.

Thankfully, an uneventful homeroom resumed...

...partway through which the man I didn't recognize threw the door open. The loud bang and sudden intrusion of a naked stranger meant little to Oora-sensei as she continued to read out the morning's notices, only interrupted by a tap on the shoulder.

"...in which case you'll have to inform the student council directly. Yes?"

"Sorry, just got bored and wanted to play a quick game. How about a gamble? Let's see... I've been innocently treating girls to my piss over the past few days, but it'd be selfish of me to continue like that... Yeah, okay! If I guess the color of your panties correctly, you have to pull off your skirt and wet them in front of your class just like a teacher would."

"Intriguing terms. What if you don't guess correctly?"

"Well, if that happens, I'll make any wish you have come true."

"Any?"

"Any. Whatever you want, I can make it happen. Or at least I can make you believe it's happened, haha."

She cocked an eyebrow. "I accept the terms. Guess."

The man played at being in thought for a good few seconds, umming and ahhing, before he pointed decisively at her and declared, "Got it! None!"

"That isn't even a color."

"But is it true?"

"...*sigh* Yes, it's true. You win the bet." So saying, she slipped off her pencil skirt, spread it across the floor beneath her, and turned to us with her bare pussy exposed in demonstration.

"Who would've thought you didn't even have panties to wet, huh?"

She flatly ignored him, instead nonchalantly beginning to urinate on the spot, the stream of clear liquid landing mostly on her skirt with a few errant sprays splashing off the hard floor. "Class, I want you to observe how I'm currently losing control of my bladder," she spoke as her impromptu golden shower continued. "Owing to the fact I haven't visited the toilet yet today, I'm now reflexively relieving myself the copious water waste I've generated since last night, which as you can see, has been spraying from my urethra here at considerable ****. Hence why despite hoping to soak most of it up with my skirt and preserve some of my dignity, I'm resigned to the mess I generate in my own classroom as a consequence of peeing on the floor in front of you all."

All the while, she lifted one leg, then the other to allow the man to remove her shoes, which he tossed carelessly out of the window, leaving her in her white ankle socks that happened to get soaked just in time by the last trickle of her urine.

"And with that, class, my bladder has emptied and I have finished wetting myself in front of you. Now, pool-cleaning duty--" Before she could even finish this sentence, the man slapped a piece of tape over her mouth, instantly muffling her speech.

"Good work. Dunno what lessons you were giving for today, but that's fine... Oora-sensei, huh? You can take today off now. Just go to the library and relax by offering up your feet to jerk off random boys with."

She nodded and began to leave in accordance with her new schedule.

"Hey. If they're pulling out their dicks, it's only fair you spread your shameless cunt nice and wide for them too. That's what you really want anyway, isn't it? Revealing you're just a pervert who displays her sloppy cockhole to her beloved students to help them cum faster while she gives them lewd footjobs at school? You damn exhibitionist!"

One last accepting nod from our homeroom teacher, and she shuffled out of the room in her petite white socks, mouth gagged and shirt barely too short to cover anything, headed off to the library to shamelessly wring out her male students' cum with her feet.

Staring after her, the man rubbed his chin. "Hmm, screw it. All you girls, take off your shoes and spend the rest of the day in your socks too! It's only fair to your teacher, and Akiko." Obediently, the girls of the class removed their shoes and set them aside, now awaiting a day of walking around school in their socks and tights. I kicked my own sheer nyloned feet against the floor a few times.

With that, the chime for 1st period rang. Our math teacher entered only to inform us that all our classes for today were cancelled, and a one-off sexual education program for our class would be held in its place.

"That means you, Akiko!" the man shouted, motioning for me to come up to the front. "Oh, and math teacher, I fucked you yesterday but I already forgot your name. What was it again?"

"Kawakura," she responded.

"Whatever, go fetch Akiko's mom from the staffroom for me. Now, class, here's Akiko. I'm gonna use her to teach you guys about sex--" He turned me to the side, and with both of us standing, roughly shoved his rock-hard dick into my pussy from the back.

"So for the first period, I'll be breeding a bunch of loads into the cunts of your classmate and her mom, nice and simple. I know you guys are curious, being horny high schoolers and all, so we'll take turns answering your questions. Oh, Akiko, self-introduction - tell them everything that's happening like the unaware bitch you are."

"I'm Watanabe Ariko," I began as he began to move slow and hard, making a loud slap against my body with each fierce thrust. "I'm your classmate. This man I don't know is **** me like I'm his personal cumdump. If this was happening to me normally, I'd probably have called the police by now, but for some reason I'm acting clueless and letting him do what he wants to me. Also, apparently I'm a dead lay, so I'm ignorant to my body being pleasured even if I cum... Oh, he just came inside me."

Natsuru raised her hand. "So you just shot a load in her pussy?"

The man continued to fuck me, now switching to a fast and tight rhythm. "Yeah, right in her womb."

"And that's going to get her pregnant?" a boy called out.

"Probably," I answered. "It's a risky day, and he's been fucking me so deep that his smelly cum is spraying straight in there, so his sperm have probably already knocked up my egg by now..."

"Does it feel good?" asked another boy.

"Yeah, dumping your semen into a random high school girl cumdump who doesn't wanna get pregnant is the best. I could do this forever..."

"What, so she didn't want to be knocked up?" a girl said. "Isn't that ****?"

"I guess...? I didn't want him to irresponsibly breed me and get me pregnant, but he did it anyway."

My mother peeked around the door just as the girl continued.

"Why, though?"

"Because it feels great to knock up innocent girls without them knowing! In fact," he said, spilling another serving of his cum into my twitching womb and then pulling out of me, "how about I show you right now, you curious brat?"

He hoisted up the girl who'd asked him why, sat her on the edge of her desk with her legs spread, and gave her panties a few slaps with his cock. "If you liked a guy, you'd let him put his cock in here, right? And if you really liked him, you'd even let him make a baby with you?"

"I don't like guys, though," she answered.

"No problem," the man answered, tugging her panties aside and plunging straight into her unprepared pussy. "Damn, I could cum all day in fertile pussies like yours. You see? You don't have to want sex or even like guys for a man like me to **** a load into you and leave you to get pregnant with his baby. Why should I give a shit about what the clueless cumdumps I'm knocking up think? If I can fuck all the women I want without them caring that I'm using them for mating sex, naturally a guy like me is gonna take advantage of the opportunity, right?"

The girl seemed to chew over the scenario, contemplating how the man before him had justified his ongoing arbitrary **** and intent to inseminate her. "I kind of get it."

"I want a proper apology, then, you cheeky bitch! And one to Akiko too!"

"Alright, I'm sorry," she began as the man pumped a load into her unwilling womb. "Since it feels so good to fuck us and impregnate us without taking responsibility, it makes sense that you'd use Akiko's pussy to wring out your cum just because you wanted to, and leave her womb swimming with a stranger's semen."

"Well done!" my mother congratulated her, stepping in to make herself known to the class, whereupon the man abruptly pulled out of the pussy he'd just used like it was disposable and moved over to the woman who'd given birth to me. "It's important to know that your **** is using you for his pleasure, and to accept that it's only logical he'd knock you up! After all, us women have wombs meant solely for welcoming sperm, and men like my Akiko's **** here have plenty of it to give to us. Not only that, we have a warm, welcoming hole for them to use that leads straight to where they need to dump their virile cum in us! Not to mention how good it feels for them, and even us too - it only makes sense that we let men use our female bodies as much as they want!"

Spurred on by my mother's explanation of how she was biologically built to house cocks and cum, the girl sat back down at her desk, satisfied that the stranger was all but obligated to fuck a baby into her and me without any consent. She idly fingered at her own cunt to push the potent male semen back in so that she could be properly bred with a baby she didn't want, while the man who'd now **** both her and me shoved me aside, and took pleasure in selfishly pounding at the eager office lady cunt that was my mother instead.

"Watch closely! This is-- aAAHhh! This is what a model **** does - after mating with someone's daughter, he's now breeding the woman who gave birth to her! We're both going to give birth to children from the same unknown father - it's the kind of bonding experience only a **** can provide-- AHnnn..."

And for the rest of the lesson, the man left me standing to the side - I could feel my womb itching as his loads sloshed about, a sure sign from my reproductive system that he'd impregnated me - as we all watched him continue to drill my mother into a drooling, moaning mess, only pausing for a few seconds now and again to spurt his dick juice as deeply as he could into the womb I came from. In the warm summer atmosphere, time flew by as the classroom filled with the raw smell of unprotected sex and the clock neared quarter to 10.

Still, 2nd period would be in the AV room, so he pulled out of my mother the moment the chime signalled time to move. "Man, you're a good fuck, Maaya. If only more women were like you, haha! Let's go, Akiko."

She didn't seem to be listening as the class heaved ourselves up and shuffled out into the corridor - the sheer ecstasy of having a stranger's loads fucked into her without rhyme or reason meant that all she could do was collapse to the floor, slumping over the laid-out skirt our homeroom teacher had used earlier to catch her own piss. She didn't seem to mind at all, panting and drooling, her brain fried by the pleasure of being used like she was disposable.

Stepping over her, I shuffled into the corridor as I followed the man on our way to our next class...

---

Nice breeze today. The sun was shining down, and the wind was drifting through my hair...