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"I'm off to the showers," Mina said, a bright, bubbly note in her voice.
The other girls acknowledged her with a few murmured words and a couple of tired waves. Jirou just sort of huffed under her breath as the pink-skinned girl passed, not really paying attention to any single thing in particular as she tried to get her Hero costume off. With the relative simplicity of hers, it wasn't all that hard to get off; not like many of the others, who wore more elaborate or tight-fitting outfits. Uraraka was certainly having quite the time getting hers away from her sweaty skin, and where the dark-haired girl would have normally smiled and laughed, she was too tired to bother.
Most of them were too tired to bother. All-Might's first-class session left them all tired beyond measure, weary down to their very bones, and sweat clung to youthful skin like a wet lathering. It was a little bit gross, in Jirou's opinion. She didn't enjoy being all sticky and sweaty, and she doubted the other girls did, either. Even Momo, composed as she was, looked worse for the wear, and even Hagakure looked totally winded despite Jirou being able to see pretty much nothing at all.
They were all tired, and it showed. If it was just tiredness, Jirou doubted there would have been such an oppressive atmosphere around the room; it wasn't, though, and the sour mood infected almost everyone. Mineta, the little perv that he was, Jirou's mind liked to say, hadn't been all that tame with his comments. Sweaty girls running around, bouncing from wall to wall, training and fighting all manners of things in All-Might's class? The small boy had a field day, and each of the girls in turn had been subject to his pervy comments.
Momo's chest, Ochacko's thickness, Tsuyu's looks, and all sorts of things that only a perv could think up. They were hit on relentlessly, and none of them were happy with it. No one talked, not at first, not as they changed and just worked off the sour mood that infected them. No one liked it, and Jirou could feel the emotions just bubbling under the surface, ready for someone to -
"Uhg," Ochaco groaned. "Stupid, stupid boot!"
"Isn't there a buckle to loosen up?" Momo supplied helpfully, and Jirou was glad to see that Momo wasn't allowing herself to stand there with her chest hanging out - sometimes, she wasn't sure if the girl realized the immodest she could put herself in. "Or -"
The boot flung across the room and hit a locker.
"Well," Momo said at length.
The brunette girl let her head hang back and groaned. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Ah."
"You -"
"Maybe if I wasn't so 'dummy thicc'," Ochaco deadpanned, "I coulda gotten that-"
"-That's not bring up Mineta's, ah, choice comments," Momo suggested, a gentle smile on her face. She tugged on her school uniform as she dutifully put it on, and compared to the rest of the girls, she was moving lightning-fast.
"Pervy comments," Hagakure whined from.... wherever she was. With her uniform off, Jirou could see nothing. "That's what they are."
"Yeah!" Ochaco agreed excitedly, leaning back forward. She clumsily pulled on her school uniform as she talked, and it was soon followed by the dark-haired Tsuyu. "He even hit on Hagakure, and she's invisible!"
"...Uhm," the invisible girl started, "what's that supposed -"
"He's very animated," Momo replied neutrally, and pretty much everyone rolled their eyes - Jirou included.
"Perv."
"I'm just -"
"Perv."
Jirou rubbed the back of her short hair. "You gotta agree, Momo, it was kinda..."
"Well..." Momo bit her lip. "He's our classmate."
"Which we shouldn't be defending," Tsuyu remarked, and Momo winced.
"Y-yes... That's true..."
Jirou looked down. Though she'd chimed in and offered her judgment on Mineta's comments, it wasn't as if she herself had gotten any directed toward herself. In fact, where Mineta relentlessly hit on all of the other girls, she'd come out entirely unscathed. Barely a single comment was directed her way, leaving his full attention to be focused on the rest. As Ochaco pointed out, even up to and including an invisible girl he only had a vague impression of.
To Jirou, that meant one thing: She'd lost to an invisible girl. She'd lost to everyone, really, but it made sense: Momo with her outrageous body, Tsuyu with her cute form, Ochaco with her similarly great curves, Mina with her own shapely form - but, even a girl Mineta couldn't see was rated as more 'complimentable' than Jirou.
She wasn't sure whether to be terribly depressed or elated over it. On the one hand, not being perved out on and put into a state of disgust like the rest was a good thing. She didn't want to be hit on one bit. On the other hand... it left her feeling distinctly uncomfortable. She knew she didn't have a great body compared to the other girls, and she supposed she wasn't all that attractive, either. She'd always imagined she'd grow into it, but when faced with so many other beautiful girls her age, it was... not a nice feeling.
Jirou bit her lip and sighed to herself. She looked down at her partially-nude body, taking in the svelte curves and pale skin, and scrunched up her nose. There wasn't much to be impressed about, she had to admit. She was lanky, not at all curvy, with nothing to her lean body that could be considered hot. Insecurities she'd always carried bubbled up in her chest as she mused on just how much bigger Momo's chest was compared to hers, or how much more full Ochaco's waistline was, and sighed again.
You'll grow into it, her mother had said.
Fat chance , her mind told her.
"Jirou?"
"Huh?" She looked up and blinked at Momo, who stared at her questioningly. "What do you say?"
"S-sorry?" She blushed and scratched her cheek. "I, uh, might've missed that."
"Would you like to do some studying after this? Mr. All Might did hand us the Syllabus, so..."
"Oh." She scrunched up her nose in instinctive distaste for the word studying - and moreover, eflt the knot of frustration in her stomach and decided that sitting still wasn't the answer. "Uh, I'll pass. I think I'm gonna, uh, just take a shower right now, cool off for a bit, y'know?"
"Oh, sure," Momo hummed, a smile on her lips, and Jirou followed suit with a minor one of her own.
Jirou didn’t waste any time from there. She felt awkward about herself, and being around the others as they talked so gently and put clothing onto much more feminine bodies was bothering her more than she wanted to admit, so she pushed her way into the communal showers without a second thought. She grabbed a towel on instinct, pulled it into place, and prepared herself for the soothing feeling of too-cold water and a showerhead that was liable to pepper skin like hail than actually wash over it.
Sighing softly, she dropped her towel, threw it onto the hook, and, naked, stepped under a showerhead. She pulled it open and sighed to herself as the first spray of cold water rained down, and felt the sweat immediately drain off of her body. Immediately, she shivered; the feeling of cleaning up was a good one, and she rather enjoyed it for the most simple of reasons. Cold water, too, despite her distaste for it, relaxed her mind, making it easy to -
“Hey, Jirou,” Mina quipped, and Jirou froze.
Shit. Her eyes went wide as she haltingly turned her head over to the side, and looked at the last thing she wanted to look at.
Mina, still standing there under her shower; Mina, who she’d forgotten had gone to the showers at all. She stood there just off to her right in a vision of soft femininity: pink skin that glistened under the water, wide curves that were some of the largest in their class, and smoothness to tie it all together. Her chest was large and lush to a degree that Jirou wished she had, but didn’t border onto Momo’s back-straining size; her hips were wide and flared, perfect for holding, and her waist was narrow in the best kind of way - everything that made Jirou feel extremely self conscious.
As Mina gently scrubbed at her puffy hair, her flanks were left on full display and her generous chest rippled with every motion. That was enough to distract anyone, and Mina blinked black eyes at her as she stared; but Jirou’s attention was focused firmly down, past the swells of her tantalizing chest and the flatness of her stomach, to what the black-haired girl had very much not been expecting to see hanging from between her thighs.
There, set far too boldly between her legs, was an extra package: a thick mast of softened girlcock as pink as the rest of her, hanging from between lush thighs like a perfect compliment. Really, all Jirou could do was stare at the absolutely foreign thing that she really didn’t expect to see on someone like Mina much less after having walked in on her in a public shower, and her jaw dropped in utter shock.
She looks so - so womanly? Her mind thought in a stammer. B-but she has a - ! She’s - ! Oh, it looks so big what do I do holy shit - !
“S-sorry!” She squeaked, instinctively half-turning and wrapping her arms around herself. “I totally forgot you were in here!”
“Huh?” Mina just blinked, still washing her hair. She unabashedly put her body on full display in front of Jirou, and the dark-haired girl felt her cheeks redden. “There’s nothing wrong with that?”
“Y-you’re n-naked,” she stammered, then tried to clear her throat. She pointedly looked off to the side and wrapped an arm around her chest while squeezing legs together, covering up as best as she could. “And, u-uh, you know, that’s not -”
A faint grin passed over Mina’s pretty face. “What’s wrong with that? We’re both girls, Jirou. Some boob action isn’t anything to be worried about!”
“U-uh…” Jirou bit her lip. “That’s not - I mean, ah, you - you probably want your privacy....”
Her eyes flicked down, and Mina blinked. Throwing her head back, the pink-skinned girl laughed boisterously, sounding perfectly amused. “Oh, that! That’s not a big deal, Jirou. It doesn't bite!”
She winked, and Jirou blushed. “Unless you want it to, of course!”
She swallowed hard. “U-uh....”
Mina laughed again. She stepped closer, and Jirou both squeaked and tightened up as if to protect herself, her nerves so thoroughly shot that the simple motion bothered her. Shoulders knocked together as the bubbly, excitable girl leaned in, and a hand slapped her backside in a vaguely reassuring gesture.
“No reason to be timid, Jirou!” Mina cheered all friendly-like, while Jirou just tried not to stare at the very round breasts nearly jutting into her face. “Seriously, it’s okay! I don’t mind it when cute girls check me out at all, y’know?”
Jirou let out a strangled cough. “E-excuse me?”
Mina laughed again, all bright and bubbly. She was carefree in some ways and extremely bold in others, and Jirou felt like shivering against her. The way her breasts gently rippled in front of her face and the sight of the girlcock hanging from between soft thighs was distracting - very distracting, and it was almost hard for her to look away.
“Just saying you’re cute, Jirou,” Mina chirped, a gentle, earnest smile on her lips. “So I totally don’t mind sharing a shower with you.”
She pulled back with a rubbing of skin, and very boldly resumed her showering - hands sweeping along supple pink skin, rising up and down arms and running down the contours of her sides, showing off the curves of her flanks and the swells of her chest. Jirou’s lips flapped at the self-confident display, her eyes unsure of where to look, let alone if she should look at all. She fidgeted there, arms crossed over herself to guard her nakedness, her cheeks slowly tinging with colour.
“...Jirou, you don’t gotta cover up or anything,” Mina pointed out after a long moment, her brow raised up. “Seriously, it’s totally fine. They’re communal showers for a reason.”
Jirou bit her lip. “That’s…”
Mina shrugged. “Hey, I won’t look if you don’t want me to. I don’t mind you staring at me, though, if that’s the problem.”
“...Right…” She bit her lip and focused her eyes down. She hadn’t thought it could get more awkward than the changing room, but sure enough, as if her sour mood wasn’t enough, she managed to walk herself into an even more weird situation.
Something in her expression might have ticked Mina off, or maybe the pinkette was just so attentive to the feelings of others that she was good with that kind of thing, but she reached out to gently nudge her shoulder. “...Jirou?”
“Y-yeah?”
“There’s no reason to be shy, seriously,” Mina told her, and her voice dropped into an even more kindly tone. “I do this kinda stuff all the time, and I’m really not going to, like, judge or anything, if that’s what you're shy about.”
Jirou swallowed thickly. “Do this…?”
“Shower with girls? All the time,” Mina chuckled. “Like I said: I like cute girls, and I’ve got nothing to be shy about.”
Jirou fought back the blush on her cheeks to clear her throat and look the other way. “Y-yeah, but -”
“And you don’t, either,” Mina assured her. “If that’s what the problem is, I can assure you that you are very cute.”
She immediately sputtered, her face red. “W-whoa! Mina, that is not the pr-”
“-Totally is,” Mina drawled, then flicked her head over to wink. Jirou froze, face red, at the boldness of the pink-skinned girl, while the teen only laughed softly. “You are super cute, Jirou. No need to be shy.” She winked again and flashed her teeth. “In fact, show off a bit! I certainly won’t complain!”
Jirou blushed and stared at the floor. “ Miiiina, don’t tease.”
Mina huffed out an earnest little laugh. “I’m not, Jirou. You’re hella cute, trust me on that.”
“You -”
Mina squeezed her shoulder. “Don’t worry about what Mineta said, either. He was hitting on me, and I seriously doubt he wants any of what I’m packing!”
Jirou let out a sudden bark of laughter. “Oh, definitely not.”|
Mina squeezed her shoulder again. “See? So don’t worry about that, if that’s the problem. He’s just a perv.”
Jirou looked at MIna from the corner of her eye. Insecurity bubbled up inside of her, and her arms were still tight around her chest and her lower half, but the strange self-assurance that radiated from her friend was almost soothing in its own way. She still didn’t feel quite right, but it was easy to talk to the girl when she was so open and willing about everything.
“He didn’t… exactly talk about me, though,” she murmured, an awkward laugh on her lips.
“I know,” Mina replied off-handedly, and Jirou almost sputtered. “...He’s not that smart. Seriously doesn’t know a cute girl when it’s staring him right in the face.”
Her blush intensified. “Uh…”
“The blushing is really cute, by the way,” the bustier girl chirped, to Jirou’s embarrassment. “...Man, you’re really shy, huh? I’m serious about all this. I don’t wanna be the perv here after Mineta was doing it for me, but girls like you make it really hard not to get a little excited.”
Instinctively, Jirou’s eyes flicked down to her cock - then back up and away. “That’s kinda creepy.”
Mina chuckled. “So sorry, Jirou. I blame you for being too damn cute. ”
“S-stop calling me that.”
“Stop telling the truth?”
“That’s not -”
“Long, silky legs, smooth hips, cute chest, pretty face - seriously, what’s not to like?”
She punctuated her words with a wink, and Jirou swallowed hard. “...You’re laying it on thick.”
The pink-skinned girl grinned. “Is it working?”
“Is what working?”
“Me, hitting on you.”
Jirou sputtered. “W-what?”
Another bold laugh. “Sorry, can’t help but flirt! You’re basically exactly my type, Jirou.” She winked at her as she ran hands along her breasts - ostensibly to clean them, but the dark-haired rocker doubted there was anything innocent at all in the way she highlighted the curves of her fat chest. “Don’t worry about others not complimenting you - I’ll totally take up the slack myself.”
“Creepy,” Jirou repeated in a deadpan voice, and Mina laughed. “...Still. Thanks.”
“Huh?” Mina cocked her head as she scrubbed - or emphasized - her tits. “No problem! You can always count on me for a good time.”
Jirou flushed as she turned away. She said nothing more than that as she slowly scrubbed at her own body, which had, during the course of the conversation, been pelted by water. Mina just stood there off to her left like a free spirit, happily barring her curves to Jirou’s furtive eyes and washing her smooth skin without a problem in the world, and the black-haired girl couldn’t muster up anything close to that level of courage.
She couldn’t deny, though, that Mina’s words were kind of nice, despite their flirty and heavy-handed nature. She knew that the teen was too friendly and kind to mean anything more than the truth, and if she thought Jirou was cute, there was a good chance she really thought so. Of course, she had even less idea of what to do with that information. She didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, or even how it made her feel, so she was left to muse on it as she showered as conservatively as she could.
Mina did the same, only with a hum on her lips. She sang some hip-hop song as she cleaned up, and Jirou tried not to stare as she did the same in turn, hastily washing off in the cold water. The pink-haired girl finished first, which was to Jirou’s relief - but the wink she gave her and the way her hips positively swung as she walked out was anything but innocent, and the sight of her round, heart-shaped ass bouncing with each retreating step made her mouth go totally dry.
Jirou almost wanted to hang back in the shower until she was sure Mina was gone, but she didn’t want to act that anti-social. She was as quick as she needed to be, scrubbing herself off without properly taking care of her hair, then dashed out with her towel wrapped around her. As MIna slowly pulled her uniform into place, she instead rushed to slap it on, making every active attempt to be speedy and unawkward about it.
“Geez, Jirou,” Mina drawled as she slowly snapped a bra into place around her shapely chest, “Got a hot date or something?”
Another blush, and another stammer. “As if. I’m just -”
“Trying to get outta here before me?”
“No,” she scoffed half-nervously. “In a rush, is all.”
Mina hummed as she pulled on the straps of her bra, sending her breastflesh into ripples that were almost hard not to stare at. “Shame. Kinda like watching a cutie get all dressed up, too.”
Jirou really didn't like how her face went red again. “Oh my God, Mina, stop - ”
Mina laughed. “Hey, normally girls love my flirting!”
“There is no way that works on anyone,” she deadpanned, face still very much red.
“Kinda seems like it’s working on you,” Mina hummed innocently, looking over her red face with a smirk on her lips, and Jirou turned away self-consciously.
“You are way too sure of yourself.”
“I’m just friendly.”
“Hitting on your friends isn’t being friendly. ”
“Well, trying to be more than friends kinda is.”
“It’s really not.”
“Kinda is!”
Jirou scoffed as a strange fluttering built in her stomach. “What, are you saying you like being more than friends with people?”
“Maybe I’m saying I wanna be more than friends with you,” the pink-haired girl quipped as she casually pulled her blouse on, and Jirou gaped.
She turned away as she did the exact same thing with fumbling fingers. “C’mon, you don’t mean that…”
“I’ll give you my phone number to prove it,” Mina drawled, her voice purring and alluring, and Jirour looked into her black eyes. It was hard to read them, but the pretty girl didn’t appear to be lying in the least - and she had no idea what to do with that knowledge.
“...And what would I do with that?” She asked thickly, voice wavering.
“I mean, texting is a thing,” Mina hummed, and Jirou rolled her eyes. “And, you know, so I can tell you how pretty you are during the day, how much I wanna see those beautiful legs of yours…”
“G-geez,” Jirou stammered. “You can’t seriously think stuff like that works, can you?”
“Deja-Vu right there.”
“Your fault for saying the same stuff,” she grumbled.
“You like it,” Mina chuckled, and the darker-haired girl went red as a tomato.
“I don’t…”
“You do, ” the other teen hummed, casually pulling her jacket on at the same time. In the same breath, she tugged out her phone and held it out to Jirou, who eyed it warily. “But, it’s totally up to you if you wanna, like, talk some time, y’know?”
She swallowed hard as she grabbed Mina’s phone. “F-fine. I mean, I’ll probably need it for, uh, class, anyways -”
Mina laughed, and Jirou flushed all the harder for it. “Sure, cutie. Let’s go with that.”
“Don’t - don’t call me that.”
“It’s true!”
“Still!”
“That’s totally gonna be your contact name -”
“Mina!”
Mina> Wanna send some hot pics???
Jirou rolled her eyes and plopped her chin into her hand. The other scribbled on her worksheet as she solved some basic math problems, moving mostly on autopilot. She stared at Mina's text for a long moment before pursing her lips and fighting down a strange flush that filled up her insides. Fingers reached out, and casually tapped out a reply.
>No???
>I didn't give you my number for that!
Mina> LOL.
Mina> Want some pics then???
Jirou bit her lip as she looked the new text over, and fought down a blush. She shook her head and snorted out a little noise as Mina's words wondering why the pinkette was laying it all on so thickly. It really wasn't what she expected, and she had seriously doubted her words were true in any capacity - but she kept up the flirting well into the next day, and did so shamelessly.
>No , was her deadpan reply.
Mina> You sure ;)
Mina> Image.jpg
Immediately, Jirou sputtered. It was a shot of Mina from high above, her face tilted up to the camera and one eye winking coyly. A broad smile was plastered on her lips and her antennas almost seemed folded toward the camera, but that wasn't what caught her eyes; rather, it was the cleavage purposefully bunched up between her forearms, sent pushing out into swells of doughy-looking pink that was positively mouthwatering.
Jirou stared at the picture for a long, long moment, her cheeks heating up at the totally bold and shameless display. She only shook her head free as Mina's next text came rolling in, proclaiming a bold cat got your tongue, to which her fingers typed out a quick and snappy response.
>OMG.
>Don't corrupt my phone with that stuff.
Mina> Did you save it?
Jirou snorted out a laugh as she replied.
>NO.
She put her pencil back to her page, but the typing dots distracted her.
Mina> Don't tell me I don't look hot like that!
>Idk
Jirou bit her lip.
>Maybe a little.
Mina> \O/
Jirou rolled her eyes again. Idly, her pencil tapped against her notebook, and just as idly, she returned to the phone.
>Shouldn't you be working right now, anyways? I know we've got an assignment.
Mina> Eh, half done, bored rn
Mina> talking with a cutie helps me focus
Mina> so here we are
>You are laying it on soooooo thick
She was sure she could hear Mina laughing from the other end, and it made her gently chew on her lip.
Mina> Hey, wanna meet up and do this work together? Two heads are better than one, and all that
Jirou scrunched up her nose.
>Why do I feel like we're not gonna get anything done if we do that?
Mina> Because I'm a fun girl who can teach you a lot of fun things, that's why
>Literally not a proper response
Mina> LIterally gonna knock your socks off qt
Another snorting laugh.
>What does that even mean?
Mina> Tell me where you are and you'll find out ;)
Jirou huffed and let her head hang back.
>Library, third floor. The spot that no one goes to.
Mina> No one goes to the library at all lmao
Jirou rolled her eyes as she penciled in another answer on her workbook.
>I know I saw the class scores
Mina> LOL
Jirou smiled down at her phone.
"Mina, you said we were gonna be working," Jirou said dryly, staring at Mina as the girl just casually hummed a tune on her lips.
"We're basically done with the workbook," Mina drawled out, her chin plopped into her hand and her lips smirking in her direction. "And girltalk is always fun."
" Basically done doesn't mean done ,” Jirou pointed out, to which Mina laughed softly.
"There are way more fun things to do," Mina hummed, chin comfortably resting in her hand. She lazily gazed at Jirou in a way that made her feel far too self-conscious, and she blushed gently. Her hand rose idly to work her long earlobe jack around her finger in a nervous tick, and ran her tongue over her lips.
"Really?" Was her dry response. "Kinda seems like you're just staring at me."
"Staring at you is fun," Mina said, a friendly grin on her face. Jirou only scoffed as her blush rose, and pretended to wave the words off.
"Mina, please," she dismissed with a roll of her eyes. "Really -"
"Hey, it's totally true," the pinkette insisted. her voice was bright and gentle, with a hint of earnestness to it. "You're cute -"
"-That's not a reason," she countered as quickly and firmly as she could, but her teeth gently bit into her lower lip and her finger continued to twirl her ear-jack in circles.
"Absolutely is," the other teen drawled out, and Jirou scrunched up her nose in embarrassment. "That's one of the big draws of high school cute girls to check out."
"We're at U.A."
"Sorry, cute hero girls to check out."
"Oh my god, you're terrible."
Mina laughed. "I'm just staying, all of my study sessions end up with some passionate necking and lip-locking, you know? So -"
"Uh, no I do not know," she scoffed, cheeks red. "A-and if that's what you're here for, y-you're -"
"-You're blushing," Mina hummed slyly, and Jirour blushed all the more. She ducked her head and cupped her cheek out of sheer embarrassment, and tried to will it all down. Her insecurities at her appearance and her looks flared up with each teasing word that Mina offered, but there was no small amount of gratification there, too - the hints of a thrill running along her spine.
"Only because you're being a tease," was her off-handed reply, which only seemed to make Mina all the more smug.
"...Do you think I wouldn't make out with you, Jirou?" Mina asked, and Jirou stiffened. "'Cause, like, I definitely would."
"T-that's not important," she protested hesitantly then gasped very sharply as Mina's hand reached out to gently, smoothly run fluttering fingers against her chin. Her head inclined off to the side instinctively to meet Mina's dark eyes in question, only for the fingers to cup her chin in its entirety and tilt her head up.
"You're cute," Mina repeated in a slow, almost purring voice. She cupped her chin with smooth fingers that felt very, very nice to Jirou's mind, and she bit her lip as her eyes focused down on Mina's plump, inviting lips. "...Really cute."
Fingers fluttered against her jawline as Mina leaned in, and Jirou felt a shudder run up and down her spine. Part of her was left stunned by the boldness and self-assuredness on display, and another part of her was left to wrangle with strange knots of emotion in her stomach -something like butterflies, or, perhaps, twisting snakes.
"So?" Mina asked, leaning in. Her dark eyes were focused intently on Jirou's, and her lips released a hot breath that made her shudder.
"So what?" Jirou asked, her voice barely containing a nervous warble.
"Can I kiss you?" Mina husked - truly husked, her voice low and breathy and intense, and Jirou almost shuddered.
"You wouldn't," Jirou answered off-handedly, giving her most passive reply possible - because a part of her still imagined that Mina wouldn't back up her words with action, and that it was all just to rile her up.
It was not. Lips pressed down with a smoothness that was gasp-inducing, and Jirou could only do that very thing as perfectly smooth lips slipped in against hers. Compared to her own mouth, which was slim and narrow, Mina's was full and pouty, with soft, plush lips that felt like cushions. They rubbed in against her own with the skill of a consummate kisser and settled into the gaps of her own like puzzle pieces, effortlessly locking them together in moments.
Jirou whimpered. There really wasn't anything else she could do; she hardly expected a girl to be kissing her in any capacity at all, much less one that came onto her with such firmness and such enthusiasm. To her, it was all a joke spurred on by her insecurities and self-image; for Mina, she clearly was very happy to be sliding their plush lips together, her mouth rubbing into the gaps and smoothly pressing down with a skill that was moan-including.
She knew what she was doing, and as a gentle hum left the depths of her throat, Jirou felt her nerves tremble. Her hands tightened against her pencil and workbook as shock flowed through her, while Mina's hand casually stroked her chin and kept her face tilted upward. Her mouth squished down at the slightest application of pressure, providing a comfy sensation she wasn't sure she'd ever felt before. It was like having wet pillows against her, moulding to the shape of her mouth, and she enjoyed it far more than she could properly understand.
Mina hummed against her again as she settled in, leaning toward her face just a little bit more. Her body shuffled in and her free hand moved out to cup Jirou's knee, and the girl flinched at the sudden touch; but the pinkette slipped in without a care, closing the distance in seconds, her fingers reassuringly stroking at the pale skin of her body while her pink lips pressed down firmly. They squished against her mouth as they moulded against it, holding her in a soft, comfortable seal that was only punctuated by the gentle rolling of their heads.
Another hum, and Jirou whimpered oh-so-softly. Every bit of her was nin chock, practically frozen on the spot from the sudden, strange sensations and total boldness, and she had no idea what to do. She sat there with frozen hands and wide eyes, staring at Mina as she pressed in - but the fellow student suffered no such issues, and she knew exactly what she was doing. Her mouth rolled against hers as she subtly worked her jaw, and lips pressed down against her lower lip with sudden force that left Jirou groaning.
Mina smirked against her mouth as she clasped her lips firmly between her own, pulling softly and smoothly. She swept in for a deep, luxurious kiss, making full contact with her incredibly soft mouth and rubbing it against her own with skill; lipgloss sliding, mingling, and mixing with her natural taste. They dipped against hers, pulling softly, tugging a lower lip between her own and suckling gently, and Jirou couldn’t contain her sudden mewl of surprise. She shuddered into the kiss and let her eyes flutter closed as a pleasant sensation filled her, and her partner took advantage of it.
Leaning in with expert precision, Mina sent their lips rolling. She pulled on the bottom one with finesse and suckled firmly, sending a tingling rush along Jirou’s spine. Her fingers clenched down as the teen sucked upon her sensitive bottom lip, and a groan of pleasure left her lips in the next moment as Mina kept at it. Even when her lip was freed from captivity, the pinkette kept up the kissing assault by pressing in deeper, her tongue sliding and swiping at the soft pink of her mouth, seeking entry - and Jirou wasn’t one to say no.
Lips parted, and a tongue slipped inside right then and there. She shivered and sighed against it as it slipped inside with smoothness, moving down and rubbing across the soft lining of her mouth with practiced ease. It ran against her own tongue with a coy, clever movement, sweeping along and grinding down, pressing the spongy muscles together. It wasn't a fight, nor was it any wrestling; it was just a gentle running of tongues and an easy sweeping movement that sent her tastebuds tingling.
She groaned into Mina’s mouth, and Mina purred against her. Holding her chin firmly, she pressed in and slipped mouths together firmly and took control of her mouth with mouth-watering smoothness; swiping it around, moving forward, then dipping backward in calculated arcs. Jirou shivered to feel it, and mewled into the teen’s kissing mouth as it went on, and on, and on, moving from a simple press to a steamy make-out session in the library that had her making the sweetest noises she could imagine.
Not that she imagined it - any of it. It was all so new to her, the press of lips and the feeling of a tongue inside of her mouth all so exotic. She’d never kissed a girl before, and Mina was just so good at it that it was easy to melt into the lock of lips. Her tongue swiped, and Jirou shuddered; her lips nipped, and her spine tingled. She never thought that someone of Mina’s beauty and popularity would ever just start making out with her in a library, and it sent a hot flush down -
Library.
Jirou’s eyes shot open. She jerked back all of a sudden, almost tearing herself away, and saw Mina’s amused face staring right at her - eyebrow raised, lips curved, lips shiny and wet. Jirou, instead, was panting, face flushed and ruddy, and the longer that Mina looked at her, the more red her face became. Embarrassment filled her, mingling in with the butterflies in her stomach to form something particularly heady.
“Mina,” she protested in the steadiest voice she could manage, “w-we’re in a library -”
“-So? You said no one comes here.” Mina leaned in and winked, while her hand crawled up Jirous’ knee to gently caress her thigh. “No one is around to see anything.”
Jirou bit her lip. “M-Mina…”
“Sorry, sorry,” Mina huffed, pulling back all of a sudden - almost too quickly for Jirou’s tastes, leaving her feeling odd. “Don’t mean to get pushy! I just really like kissing cuties.”
She punctuated her words with a wink, and Jirou flushed down to her neck. “Anyone could walk in, that’s the point. Private or not…”
Mina shrugged. “We could go somewhere private, if you want to kiss some more…”
“I mean…” Jirou tapped her pencil against her workbook. A strange fluttering continued to fill her stomach, and it was leaving her feeling distinctly pleasant. She averted her gaze and resumed twirling her ear-jack around her finger in a parody of a girl twirling hair around, and subtly licked her lips of Mina’s taste. “...I guess we’re pretty much done anyways, so…”
Mina put her hand on her thigh and squeezed again, sending a delicious thrill along her spine. “Sounds awesome, Jirou.”
Mina> You know, Jirou, I really do like smaller girls.
Jirou bit her lip. Laying flat on her back on her dormroom bed, she stared up at her phone in relative silence. Mina wasn’t all that far away from her, and she could imagine her doing the exact same thing as her; just a few walls to separate the two, and both were texting to one another rather suggestively, their fingers tapping out words that were laden with innuendos.
It was the last sort of thing Jirou expected to be engaging in, but she couldn’t say that Mina did not make it an attractive option. She was friendly and nice, and after the impromptu make-out session, she’d only redoubled her flirting and her teasing words. She casually, almost effortlessly spared verbally with her, and she didn’t hesitate one single bit to strike up a conversation with her over the phone throughout the day - and more so in the quiet hours of the evening, where they were tucked away in their dorms.
She couldn’t say why, really, she engaged in Mina’s casually flirtatious talk, but there was something innocent in texting; it didn’t make her feel awkward, or silly, but made her feel as if she was on a level playing field, without her lackluster body to hold her back or make her feel inadequate. Compared to Mina, at least, she felt small, but in a way, it was almost as if the pinkette knew that and was wholeheartedly gushing over it.
>Why smaller girls? She replied, her fingers almost trembling as they tapped out the words.
Mina> So much easier to hold, you know? I can get you to sit on my lap, run my hands all over you…
Jirou snorted out a laugh. They were strange, heavy-handed words, laden with sexual intent, and she didn’t really mind them. In a way, they almost made her feel hot for once. That might have been the main reason she let Mina speak to her like that; or, maybe, it was because she wanted to do something like it, for once. >Is that what you like doing, Mina? Seems pretty creepy.
Mina> I like the word handsy
Mina> I’m handsy with my girls
Jirou licked her lips as she settled into her pillow, phone stretched up above her head. >Handsy, huh? What does that mean?
Mina> You know what that means
Jirou swallowed thickly. She gnawed on her lip as she looked over her phone, then swiped her fingers up to take another peek at the photo Mina had sent just earlier - another down-the-shirt shot, showing off her impressive cleavage and her sleek bra, much to her strange delight. Moving back down, she steadied her nerves and prepared another response. >Do I?
Mina> Hmmmmm? Want some spicy details, Jirou?
Another bite of the lip, and a small little grin. >Maybe.
Mina> I love being able to fit a girl in my lap so she can just grind away while I hold her. Gently guiding her along, kissing her neck… all sorts of good things.
>I think you could do that with anyone
Mina> Hey! I’m not that big. A girl with big curves can totally smother me, and as hot as that it, I like doing the smothering
Jirou let out a breathy noise as her fingers tapped away. >Kinda kinky
Mina> Kinda the point
> Get a hot, slender girl in my lap, my hands on her body, running along smooth curves….
>I love that kinda stuff
> I bet you would love it, too
Would she? Jirou wasn’t quite sure, but it sounded nice. >I dunno. People don’t go for girls like me.
Mina> ppl are dumb
> And that leaves all the cuties for me
>Someone’s full of herself
Mina> I know what I’ve got, and I know what I’m packing
> Don’t pretend you don’t like that :)
Jirou bit her lip. One hand tapped out a response as the other gently set itself on her flat stomach, scratching at the section where her shirt rode up. She wanted to do - do something with her hands, but she wasn’t sure what. She wasn’t quite feeling horny, but she was definitely more excited than she’d been in some time.
>Maybe a little bit.
Mina> Good, cuz I can’t stop imagining running my hands over that smooth body of yours
>You’re so hot, Jirou. I bet you’d feel so soft.
She husked out a breath. She wasn’t sure if she should feel bothered by her words, objectified, or absolutely pleased, but it was distinctly edging into the latter. >Imagining me in your spare time?
Mina> Why wouldn’t I? You’re hot, I’m hot, you’d look perfect in my lap….
Jirou chuckled breathily. >Anyone ever tell you that you come on too hard?
Mina> Anyone ever tell you that you’re super hot?
Jirou gulped. >No.
Mina> And it’s a terrible shame.
> the things I’d do to you…
Another soft breath. >What kind of things?
Mina> Other than getting you to grind in my lap while I run my hands all over you? Oh, I’ve got plenty of stuff, babe.
Babe. Jirou swallowed hard. >C’mon
> tell me
Mina> Grind away in my lap while I feel up those nice little hips of yours~
> squeeze that cute ass and drag you along my bulge until you squeaked~
There was a brief pause where Jirou ran her fingers along her stomach.
Mina> Maybe I’d get you bouncing, too. See how you like to work that tight little body in my lap.
>Definitely kiss that neck and mark it aaaaaaall up, just like it deserves
> like you deserve.
>I deserve to be lewded?
Mina> You definitely deserve to be lewded, babe.
>You’re so cute I could just eat you up
Jirou let out a shaky sigh. >That sounds kinda hot, ngl
Mina> Does it make you feel hot?
>All nice and excited??
>Just a bit
Mina> A bit?
> Not touching yourself rn?
Another thick swallow. >Don’t get ahead of yourself.
Mina> I can definitely say I’m touching myself right now
>Want some pics ;)
Jirou ran her tongue over her lips. She carefully considered her words, then breathed softly. She couldn’t say why the thought felt hot to her, or why the idea appealed to her mind, but it made her feel hot. There was no denying it; Mina’s suggestive and borderline-lewd words made her feel sexier than usual, the casual remarks toward her body and her capabilities therein left her all flushed and warm.
>Maybe just one or two
>For confirmation.
Mina> One or two, coming right up!
Jirou settled back against her pillow. She wasn’t really interested in touching herself that night, but with the emotions settling into her stomach all hot and heavy-like, making her want to bite down on her lip and just ride the pleasant compliments into something particularly indulgent, she supposed it wasn’t necessarily a bad way to spend her time.
She licked her lips. Definitely makes a girl feel kinda hot…
She didn’t see all that much of Mina the next day, other than their obligatory meeting in class. It was a busy time for them, and school wasn’t a great place to meet up and just chit-chat in the first place. That, however, didn’t stop the blush from rising to Jirou’s face at the simple winks from Mina, and the way that the pinkette stared at her over the course of the day left her feeling hot and flushed from top to bottom.
It was a strange reaction she rarely felt, but her stomach felt like a strange, fluttering mess, and her cheeks were nice and warm at the simple, heavy looks from Mina. They felt loaded, and it left her chewing on her lip as class time progressed and passed over into the hours where they walked through the halls and into various lessons with different teachers. There was nothing overt between them, nothing more than a few passing questions that were entirely innocent in nature.
The lingering looks, the fluttering touches, and the brushes of skin-on-skin contact very much was not innocent. It left Jirou flushing and her insides tangling into a knot, and it made her almost hungry for more - more attention, more compliments, more of Mina’s time. It was a strange feeling to be sure, but not one that she inherently disliked. So what, her mind told her, if Mina wants to be handsy and flirty with me? It feels good. Gratifying, even.
The gratification lingered with each husky word, each drawled out remarked that was dripping with innuendos, and each gentle brush of their bodies that promised so much more. She bit her lip oftentimes as she thought about it, the hours of the day almost merging into one as she considered the words from the night before and how earnest Mina had been in them all, and then further running over the pictures that the girl had sent her - down-shirt shots, suggestive pics of thighs, the flashes of curved skin and harder things besides; stuff she decided that she very much liked.
Honestly, it left her throat dry and tight. It was a strange reaction she had little idea how to do with, even though she enjoyed it; and so, the first moment their practical training offered her a break, she practically shot forward into the privacy of the halls, slamming a finger down on a vending machine to grab herself something fresh and cool to drink.
“You look preeeetty good bent over,” Mina chirped, and Jirou shot straight up.
“ Mina, ” she hissed, “Don’t sneak up on a girl like that.”
“It’s not sneaking!” Mina chirped, and Jirou shuddered as she felt hands press against her hips oh-so-boldly. There was no hesitation there, and fingers just smoothly ran across the line of her hips, moving over the top of her skirt to trace at the tiny, small gap of flesh between her bottoms and her top. “Just… appreciating?”
“Y-you’re definitely appreciating with those hands,” Jirou stammered, biting down on her lip as her cheeks flushed red. She looked back at Mina as the cheeky girl ran fingers along the waistband of her skirt and gently stroked at her hips, her touch soothing, warm, and oh-so-gratifying.
“There’s lots to appreciate,” the girl laughed gently, a smile on her lips and in her voice. “These hips, these thighs…”
Soft, gentle touches made Jirou gasp, and she subconsciously pushed herself back against Mina to feel more of it. It was a purely instinctive reaction, and gratification filled her chest as she felt soft breasts slide up against her shoulderblades and the smoothness of skin rub against her own. Fingers traced circles into her hipline all the while, and palms clasped the modest swells firmly, locking them down nice and tight.
“We’re still in public, Mina,” she stammered, her voice thick and unsteady. It felt nice to have the fingers of her hands trailing along the slips of skin revealed by her short skirt and tight-fitting uniform, and the teenager clearly knew what she was doing to make her feel nice and good about it
“So? No one would come by here,” she purred, “and no one’s around to watch, you know?”
She licked her lips. “Gosh, you’re bold. ”
Mina tugged her backward, and her backside pressed against Mina’s front in full. She gasped to feel her soft breasts squished against her backside, and she shuddered as the pink-skinned girl almost spooned her right there in front of the vending machine - soft skin rubbing, thighs touching, chest squishing. Her hands rubbed circles into her hips as she poured against her, and it sent a tremble down to the pit of Jirou’s stomach.
“Hey, you can’t blame me for wanting to cop a feel,” Mina hummed, and Jirou felt as if she could just melt in her arms. “Especially not after all that hot teasing last night…”
“I wasn’t teasing anyone,” Jirou protested, but the way Mina laughed against her neck made her whine.
“No? ‘Cause, gosh, if that wasn’t you teasing… I almost can’t wait to see when you try.” Incredulously, without any sense toward the situation they were in, her lips gently nipped at the back of her neck in a smooth, heavy kiss, and Jirou felt faint. “Because it was so hot, Jirou.”
“W-was it?”
Mina’s breath ghosted against her neck, and lips boldly grazed the soft, smooth skin there. It rubbed along with gentle presses, and each one made her feel a little bit lighter and a little bit more tense at the same time. She sighed softly at the touches, her teeth gnawing on her lip to fight off the pleasure, unsure of why it felt so good but only knowing that it did.
“ So hot,” Mina purred against her neck. “Got me all hot and bothered. I’ve been hard just thinking about it all day…”
“H-hard?” Jirou bit her lip a little firmer and looked back at Mina, as if that would let her see the aforementioned bulge. She leaned into her and sighed at the touch of her soft body and her smooth curves, and she shuddered at the feeling of her hands rubbing circles into the swells of her hips. There was something really, really nice in being touched by the girl, and she rather enjoyed it.
“Mmmm,” Mina hummed. She leaned into Jirou at the same time, and it had her breasts squishing down against her backside. They swelled softly into two perfect cushions, and Jirou was happy to sigh and lean into them, enjoying the feeling. “ Very hard. Honestly, it’s kept me super distracted all day long…”
She leaned in a little bit more, and Jirou gasped at the feeling of something hard under her skirt - something pressing against her ass, gently scraping. She wasn’t sure why she was okay with it, or why the thought of Mina being hard appealed to her so much, but her mind told her to confirm it - to prove that she was sexy enough to get someone as hot as Mina hard. She wanted to know more than she could quite understand, and happily pushed herself backward, sliding her ass against the potential hardness she had behind her.
She was rewarded with the feeling of something very solid and very hard, and it made her bite down on her lip a little harder still. Letting out a soft breath, she pushed herself back again, nuzzling into Mina’s arms with her ass pushed out. Something stiff pressed against her ass and rubbed against the soft curve, and as she jerked her hips and pushed, it pressed in with very clear force. It was a big, hardened shaft, and it was increasingly clear to her that everything Mina said was entirely true.
“Oh, that feels nice, ” Mina husked into her neck. Her hands roved along her front as she played with her hipline, running fluttering fingers against smooth, sensitive skin. She leaned in more and more, squishing her breasts against her backside and sliding her front against her backside. Soon, there was barely an inch between them as the pink-haired girl kissed at her neck, and Jirou used the proximity to push back.
She still wasn’t sure why she did it, but she pressed herself back for the simple sake of feeling the hard bulge under Mina’s skirt, feeling out the stiffness that was barely contained inside. It was remarkably large, and through the many layers of fabric between them, she could really feel it. There was a chance that Mina was just very horny on that particular day, that she was prepped and ready for a hard fucking, but Jirou liked the thought that it was because of her.
She liked the thought a great deal, in fact. It was a hot one, to be sure. That she, Jirou, flat and skinny girl that she was, elicited such a reaction out of Mina left her feeling all warm and fuzzy. It was a palpable, genuine reaction to her body, and it made her feel good. She enjoyed the feeling; rode the high of it as she pressed back, all but grinding herself in the girl’s smooth lap as they stood there. She was like a girl in a club going down on someone that had wrapped her arms around her, and she didn't mind it one bit.
“So nice,” Mina purred against her neck, her lips planting fluttering kisses against the soft curve. Each touch made Jirou feel faint and pleasured, and she arched her neck to feel more of it - liking the sudden necking as much as she enjoyed the bulge she felt under Mina’s skirt. It all left her craving more, and she pushed her ass back to grind it away in her lap, feeling out more of the thickness that rested just beneath.
“It does feel… kinda nice…” She breathed out slowly, her teeth digging into her lower lip. She pushed back and stared over her shoulder as she ground herself against Mina, their clothes rubbing and their bodies gyrating gently. She squished her ass into the crook of her pelvis and felt her bulge press against her, and at the same time, Mina’s more womanly curves squished against her.
Her lips kissed her neck and her hands touched her body, riding along the berths of her hips and along the flatness of her stomach. She did not trail far with her fingers, but each touch let her feeling hot and flushed, the simple presses making her feel better and hotter. She felt sexy; real and properly hot, like Momo, or Mina herself. The pinkette was taking enjoyment out of her movements and her body, and that was all that Jirou ever really wanted out of such an interaction.
“You’re getting me so excited,” Mina drawled, and a shudder ran through Jirou. “So hard. I don’t think I can take all this teasing, babe. ”
Jirou flushed with pride. “No?”
“No,” Mina purred into her. “Gosh, this tight body and this twerking… I’m just so eager.” She sighed against her neck and kissed softly. “Wanna see?”
Jirou let out a sigh. "What do you mean?"
"See it up close," Mina suggested playfully. "See just how hard you've made me."
"U-up close?" Jirou flushed. "Wait -"
"Aren't you curious?" Mina's voice was so hot and heavy that it made Jirou feel fuzzy. "Don't you wanna see? Help me out a bit?"
Mina pressed forward with a roll of her hips, grinding her cock against her ass with a bit more force. The gyrations of their hips had the shaft - or the bulge of it - grinding away smoothly, and Jirou couldn't deny that it sent a pleasant flush through her. And, as strange though it all seemed, she was rather curious, and she was rather hot about it all. She did want to know, and even in the situation they were in, she didn't want to skip out on it.
"I-I guess so," she said thickly, her voice coming out haltingly but eagerly.
"C'mere, baby," Mina husked, and in seconds she was tugging Jirou back around the corner, just out of sight of anyone that wanted to travel the abandoned strip of hall. She twisted the black-haired girl around and applied pressure to her shoulders, and Jirou, without much hesitation, sank down onto her knees right then and there, letting herself be handled into the position Mina wanted.
The skirt came up, and undergarments were shuffled around. Jirou didn't care about any of that, and she didn't even care about the hard floor scraping against her knees, not when Mina's cock came swinging out and she was left to gasp thickly. She'd seen the softened length in the showers, but right there, up close and filled out with blood, it was something else entirely: a big, lofty spear of pink-fleshed cockmeat that seemed as thick as her wrist and a good eight inches long, if not larger. It was girthy from top to bottom and with a bulbous head that looked eye-watering to take, and it drew a gasp from her lips.
"See?" Mina quipped, and Jirou swallowed thickly.
"Y-yeah," she stammered, marveling that she'd just been grinding against such a monster. "Y-you're, uhm, hard..."
"So hard," Mina agreed, her eye winking and her antennas twitching. "See how excited you make me, Jirou?"
"Yeah," she replied hesitantly, her hand twitching. "I do."
Mina must have noticed the motion, because her eyes glimmered knowingly. "You can touch, you know?"
Jirou let out a deep breath as her hand hesitantly rose up. It was a purely instinctive reaction, a desire to see the effects that she'd had on Mina, and without really thinking she put her tentative fingers against the flank of the hard, pink cock. She surrounded silky-smooth flesh in a gentle seal of her fingers, and her soft palm awkwardly cupped the thick mast. It was an almost clumsy movement, and the way she held it was almost painfully awkward, but all Mina did was hum pleasantly.
"Like I told you before: it doesn't bite." Mina winked at her. Jirou just bit her lip in turn and wrapped her fingers securely around it, trying to surround the entire dick and see what she could do with it. It was a big, thick thing, clearly not meant for a girl to just wrap one hand around, and she struggled with it. Veins pulsed under her hand as her palm swept in, and when she wrapped tighter, Mina sighed happily.
"That's the stuff," the pink haired girl told her, tongue tracing over her lips. Jirou stared at her cock as if mesmerized and awkwardly tried to hold it, but Mina seemed to take some enjoyment out of it anyhow. Her hips oh-so-gently bucked, and Jirou gasped at the sudden sensation of friction. "So? How is it, Jirou?"
"U-uhm - big," she replied tentatively. "Really, really big. A-and hard."
Mina licked her lips. "I know. So? how about you give it a taste, and help me out with all that?"
"A tas - y-you mean, uh, a blowjob?" Jirou bit her lip. "U-uh..."
Mina reached out to ruffle her hair, and Jirou shivered. "I know you want to, babe, and I'd be so happy to have that hot mouth wrapped around me."
The simple words of encouragement and praise made Jirous pulse quicken, and she subtly worked her jaw. "Well, I guess I can, uh, try..."
"That's the stuff," Mina hummed encouragingly, and seemed perfectly content to let Jirou do as she wished.
Jirou did just that. She hardly had any idea of what she was supposed to do or how she was supposed to do it, such was her level of inexperience - awkward bouts just didn't count, not when a monster cock was in front of her. All she could do was take it slow as she leaned in, her breath washing against the head of the cock, and watch it twitch curiously. She swallowed thickly as she let her mouth lean in close, grazing the hardness of the side with nothing more than a rubbing of lips, and listened to Mina's intake of breath that came with it.
"Just get in there," Mina told her, hand gently scratching at her hair.
Jirou hesitantly pressed her mouth in against the hard side at Mina's dictation, and listened to her louder groan. She felt the vibration pass through her body and felt the girldick pulse oh-so-gently, and she felt something coil up inside of her. Her mouth kissed the side of the thick rod furtively and tentatively, little more than a gentle brushing of her mouth, and that seemed to send the cock into a potent throb. She tasted the natural flavour of cockmeat and the smoothness of the skin against her mouth, and marvelled at it.
She kissed the hard sand again as her hand cupped it, gently bracing the shaft and holding it upright. It was heavy enough to take her back, but not enough to provide any trouble as she kissed the stiff flank with her soft lips. They squished down gently as she applied pressure, and rolled back against the smoothness as she pulled away. it was a soft, simple press, but it was enough to make Mina seem happy and run fingers through her hair. Jirou took that as a sort of encouragement to kiss it again, then again, letting her mouth mould to the head side.
Soft kisses landed against the hard girth as Jirou plopped her lips down against it, raking in the taste and the texture and finding that she liked it quite a bit. She found it incredibly strange to be down on her knees for Mina and running her lips against her cock, but she didn't think ill of it; the girl didn't coerce her into it, but made a very good case for why she should be helping her out. Jirou did, in fact, feel excited for having gotten her so hard, and the fact that Mina wanted her to be doing it pleased her quite a bit.
Jirou pressed her mouth in against it in tentative kisses, letting her mouth roll back from the pink mast. She left tiny, minuscule pools of glistening wetness in her wake, but none of them seemed to last for long. Her hot breath washed over it each time she held herself away from it, and each time she closed the distance and set her lips upon it, she felt it throb. Soft, fluttering kisses decorated one half of the turgid girldick, covering small patches of it in the softness of her mouth, and Mina seemed to enjoy it.
"That's it," she said sweetly, looking down at her with eagerness. "I like the way your mouth feels, babe."
Jirou shuddered under her words and her gaze. She kissed the hardness of her cock a little bit firmer, letting her lips smoothly roll against it and then slip in. She leaned into it so closely that her nose almost brushed at the stiff girth and let her lips pull at pink flesh, much to Mina's satisfaction - if her moans were any indication, at least. Jirou, for her part, only sighed at the contact of cock against her lips, finding it a pleasing sensation to run her mouth against. She leaned in and adjusted her stance as she kissed at it, her mouth traveling from the hardened pink flank of the vascular underside, rubbing all the way.
"Get in there," Mina husked, "Make me feel nice and good, Jirou."
Jirou kissed at the underside of her cock in a series of fluttering kisses, her mouth rolling against each. She smoothly suckled upon a section of pink flesh, to Mina's moaning assent. She propped the dick up with her hand, offering up more of her smooth cockmeat to her lips, and plucked at the smooth skin with rolling lips. She wasn't particularly skilled at what she was doing, and she barely understood why she was doing it in the first place, but a desire to pleased her - a desire hotter than she could properly understand, in fact.
She set her lips against the throbbing underside with a small measure of eagerness, and pushed in against it as smoothly as she could manage. Moving was an awkward, weird thing for her, but she could figure out how to do it by pure instinct, and that was exactly what she did. She felt the hardness throb against her mouth as she moved, her pink lips caressing the many meaty inches of the underside and occasionally kissing at it, and Mina let out a happy moan in turn. Her hands rubbed reassuringly at her head of dark hair, spurring on to more that she was happy to provide.
She pecked at the throbbing underside with her soft mouth, and each kiss made it pulsate. She plucked at the stiff skin as she moved back, drawing away with a smooth suckle that had it shudder. Each positive reaction left her feeling a little hotter, and she happily leaned into the heavy cock with a puff of hot air and kissed her way up the underside she was propping up, caressing it with the softness of her mouth and the velvety feeling of her lips. She layered wet marks against it while her hand cupped the hard flesh and held steady, providing just the right amount of pressure to soothe it.
“Ah, Jirou,” Mina moaned out cutely, “That feels really nice. Oh, just like that, babe.”
Jirou pressed in with rising passion, her own body getting hotter as she nuzzled her face into the side of the big, girthy cockmeat. She left wet marks against the pink as she kissed her way across the underside and along a heavy flank, her soft mouth almost moulding to it every inch of the way. Her fingers wrapped just as tight and gently pulled at the silky skin, making it ripple in a vaguely pleasing way before moving on again. She pressed down in a series of hot, heavy kisses, her lips parting to bathe it in slick heat, much to the throbbing joy of the hard cock.
She rose up more and more, her lips sliding against it. Her mouth pulled and slurped at the hard cockmeat to the best of her abilities, all of which made Mina sigh softly and pleasantly. Her vascular cock throbbed against her lips, much to her enjoyment; she pressed in a bit harder and firmer with each passing moment, covering a bit more of the hard shaft with each passing moment, her mouth running across it in full. Wet lines were marked along the veiny flesh and slick pools began to collect as she got more and more into it, but everything was slight and gentle - a far cry from anything sloppy.
It didn’t seem to matter. Mina moaned and mewled softly at the pleasure of her mouth, her hand petting reassuringly, and that was all Jirou needed. The praise, though slight, was present, and she enjoyed the way that Mina appeared so pleased by her clumsy work - so she went for more, pressing in a little harder, her lips kissing a bit more fiercely, rising up along the pink flesh and moving along with firmness. Her mouth suckled at the skin and pulled, drawing out louder noises from Mina’s mouth, and she enjoyed it.
“That feels so good,” Mina sighed, voice low and breathy. She pulled gently at her hair, softly kneading it, and it made Jirou feel oddly content. She enjoyed the feeling, and she happily slipped her lips along, moving toward the head of the cock at a faster, needier pace.
She still didn’t quite know what she was doing with a dick so big, but she made do with the knowledge she had and Mina’s eager little mewling and moaning. It spurred her on to go for more, to reach for more, and she did so as she ran her lips against the bulbous tip of her cock, caressing it with the softness of her mouth. A little buck of pink hips sent it sliding along her mouth, and she happily went with it, her lips parting to bathe it in slick heat. Another little mewl pushed her on for further, and with her lips wrapped tight, she quickly set her mouth against the head.
“ Oh, ” Mina sighed, and that was all Jirou really wanted to hear. A strange pleasure buzzed through her as she went down on the cock with only the tiniest bit of hesitation, her mouth rolling against it and her mouth taking it in as best as it could. Her lips squished down on the red tip and rolled over it, pushing the first little bit inside with a wet noise and a resulting groan from the pinkette. Her jaw stretched as she went down on it, not bothering to let her mouth slide over it in a slow descent but rather doing what seemed right: stretching her mouth wide, and taking it down.
She went over the head and down along the girthy pink, her tongue extending as best as it could just so that she could accept it inside. Her lips caressed the slick glans and her cheeks rubbed against the throbbing shaft just a few moments later, treating it to a slick, velvety embrace - but it didn’t linger as she descended at a quick, needy pace, attempting to take as much as she could inside. There was no race for her, but she just tried to do what she thought to be correct and mixed it in with her experience with smaller things.
It wasn't quite easy. Mina was big, and inches of pink-fleshed cockmeat strained her mouth in moments and stretched out her lips to a significant degree. There was a salty taste on the head and a rubbery texture that slipped over her tongue, but she adjusted with a rolling motion that had it slide over the plush, pink carpet and allowed her lips to better accept it. Bit by bit the cock sank inside, her jaw stretching and her lips going wide, and her eyes only gently winced as the warm cavern of her mouth was filled up by a hard, meaty girlcock.
“Very nice, ” Mina purred, scratching her head. “You’ve got a wonderful mouth, Jirou. Feels amazing. ” She licked her lips and sighed. “Can’t wait to feel it all moving against me….”
Jirou furrowed her brow as she went down a little bit further, feeling inches of it push out her cheeks. The large head hit the roof of her mouth before sliding in deeper, and as her head rolled to take it down, it pushed out her cheek comically. She adjusted her posture and quickly swiped hair behind her ear at the same time, and a wet gurgle left her mouth as the cock shifted around with a liquidy pop. Saliva built up remarkably quickly, and she sucked it down with a borderline-sloppy noise that seemed to delight Mina.
There was a lot of dick to handle, and too much to easily push it all inside. She winced as it reached the entrance of her throat and just gently grazed the flesh there, which was enough to elicit another gurgle. She held herself there, wet noises ringing out gently, and bathed the dick in heat as she adjusted her kneeling posture and swiped hair out of her face; her expression was even then tightening up in concentration. She looked at the girthy pink cock she had in front of her, and from there, reasoned out how much she had to work with.
Then, she started to move.
“Ah, that’s it,” Mina sighed. “Juuuust like that, Jirou.”
She pulled back with all the smoothness she could manage, her mouth drawing away from the stiff cock. It rubbed only gently, her lips not quite holding down very tightly, and she very simply tugged the dick free of her mouth. She stared down at the shiny length of pink cock for a moment before going down on it again with her jaw stretched wide, ready to take it down - almost hungry to take it down, in a strange sort of way. She slipped over it, mouth gobbling up inch after inch, before lips closed tight around the throbbing midsection and held fast.
Mina groaned and the cock throbbed as it was caressed by the eager softness of her mouth, and Jirou enjoyed the reactions. She held herself there for a single moment where she let her tongue roll against the hardness and adjust to its size, then pulled back with a sliding of her lips and a rubbing of her mouth, allowing it to glide across the velvety cavern. Her head bobbed backward, rising up the lofty pillar, with lips rolling every bit of the way; making full and luxurious contact with the hardness, soothing it with her mouth.
She went down the moment she reached the tip, fully intent on settling into a proper blow. As odd as it all was, as strange as the situation was, she liked it to a degree she found concerning. It felt nice; it made her feel hot. She enjoyed that feeling, and she savoured it just as she savoured the hard cock in her mouth, her lips rolling against it as she pushed herself down and took it inside. Mina moaned out a soft noise at the pleasant contact, and her fingers gently pet her scalp as if to soothe her - clear indications of her pleasure, as far as Jirou was concerned.
It was almost entirely what she was concerned about as she drifted back again, then pushed down with the same slick ease. She wanted the girl to feel good, and wanted to feel good in turn; wanted to feel hot about what she was doing. Gobbling up inches of hard cock drew out pleasant throbs, and dropping down had gentle pulsations greet her tongue. The muscles pressed in against the hardness of it, squishing down and rolling into it with lavish licks and hungry flicks. it was all clumsy, her experience lacking, but the eagerness was more than enough to make Mina moan again and again.
"Ah," she mewled out, "That's nice, Jirou. Really nice. Your mouth feels really good..."
Her words were just idle praise, but Jirou didn't mind - she liked it. She liked it a lot more than she understood, in fact, and listened to it all pleasantly as she pushed herself down in a smooth blowjob, working at the big dick as best as she possibly could. If anyone had told her she'd be doing something so slutty just a few days ago she'd have scoffed; now, though, it just felt right.
She dropped down onto the turgid shaft with eager little noises and hungry presses of her lips. She wasn't quite shameless or sloppy in it, and everything was tempered out by her raw inexperience but she wasn't reluctant to go down on MIna -not at all. It felt almost too easy to roll her neck and force her head up and down, pulling and pushing at the hard cock pressed between her lips. It slid through them with shocking smoothness, rubbing along and throbbing away, and it left her feeling all warm and tingly inside.
"You're so good, Jirou," Mina praised with a happy little sigh. "And you look so hot like that."
Jirou let the words wash over her as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more and more of the cock inside by the moment - still halting as it hit the entrance of her throat, but adjusting to let it all slide around. The plush carpet of her tongue rolled against the hard underside and the smoothness of her lips tugged against it, providing gratifying pleasure to the pink rod that very clearly passed over Mina's face. She enjoyed the sight of her pleasure a great deal more than she expected to, and it added to the surreal hotness of it all.
"Sucking my dick so good," Mina groaned. "ah... Geez, You're just so hot."
Jirou almost preened as Mina spoke to her in such kindly, friendly tones, and brushed at her hair with a gentle, tender hand. Hair was tucked aside and brushed away from eyes as her head fell up and down in the awkward blowjob, her mouth gobbling up as much as it could before pulling back again with wet noises. Saliva only gently slurped and was sent bubbling up, but Jirou wasn't going deep enough or sloppy enough to have it bubble up too badly. She managed it all as best as she could as she bobbed along, working at her stiffness to the gratifying sounds of moans.
"Go deeper, Jirou," Mina urged gently, the hand on her head coaxing her down. "Fill that throat up, okay?"
Jirou's eyes flicked up in question, and shock flooded her system at the words - but MIna just smiled, kind and friendly to a fault, and winked. "I know you can, babe. you've got such a great singing voice, and I bet you can do some great things with that tight little throat..."
Jirou pulled off the cock with a wet noise. She said nothing to Mina as she stared down at her full, throbbing length, and let her hand glide over the saliva-soaked inches. She pulled at it, watched the pink flesh ripple and the saliva squelch under her hand, and took a deep breath. Still, without saying a word, she pushed herself right back down, getting inches of hard cock into her mouth and right up against the entrance of her throat - and then pushed past that, her throat immediately beginning to sputter at the foreign invasion.
"Oh," Mina sighed. "Oh, wow, that's really nice -"
Jirou slipped down onto the turgid cock with a wet gurgling noise and a sloppy-sounding squelch. Her eyes winced and watered very quickly as the first inch of rock-hard dickmeat entered the tightness of her throat, and the next to follow was so straining it felt like it was going to have her gag-reflex kick in. It was all stiff and hard and totally filling, making her esophagus feel jammed-packed with har, pink meat.
Jirou, however, did have her singing talents, her breathing exercises and her abilities to manage herself, and that was exactly what she did as she took the cock into her throat She widened it with a gulp and stretched airways with a deep contraction of her stomach, and with it, she greedily shoved herself down on har dickmeat, using her abilities just to take the cock inside more efficiently. As whorish as it seemed, Mina moaned with sudden delight and pushed down on her head with a happy hand, and that was all Jirou wanted out of it.
She gurgled wetly around the shaft as it entered her throat inch by inch, almost forcing it out wide her neck distended - or so she imagined. It felt like it, at least, and each successive inch was just as straining, just as heady. It churned saliva and rolled and pressed against the tight walls without remorse, and she just tried to adjust to it without letting it overwhelm her. She pressed down without pause all the same, sinking onto the pink rod until there was nothing left inside, and felt her eyes water hard.
"F-fuck, Jirou," Mina swore, "Ah, you're incredible!"
Mina bit her lip as she stared down at Jirou, but the punk girl only had eyes for what she was doing. She focused on the dick lodged in her throat and sought to adjust to it, letting it fill her throat up without causing gurgles or sputters too intense. Her tongue struggled around it, rolling underneath the oversized shaft and across the meaty flanks, working at it awkwardly. Saliva roiled around and bubbled up from between her lips in one intense instant, and she struggled to cope with it all.
She had to move, and the realization came as the saliva started to drool from her lips with a wet sputtering. Pulling back, she gurgled wetly and dragged the cock out of her throat, feeling it escape the many tight inches of her tunnel and wincing down. Drool continued to bubble up around her tongue rather intensely, and more of it slipped over tightly-pressed lips. Brows furrowed in concentration as she tried it handle it all, while Mina only moaned in pure satisfaction at the feeling.
"Gosh, your throat feels just - just heavenly," Mina sighed out, her hand caressing her head and coaxing it down again. Jirou was still sliding back, trying to get it out of the saliva-clogged tightness and give herself a break, but she was easily lulled into another impaling drop at the pinkette's insistence. "Oh, wow..."
Jirou stuck the hard cock into her throat with a wet noise, and she gurgled wetly as it impaled the tight walls. Saliva bubbled up around it and slurped around in her mouth, and her tongue awkwardly tried to deal with it all. Eyes winced and closed down as her lips went flush against the pink skin of her base and her nose brushed a pelvis, and she held herself there for a long, long moment, focusing on breathing techniques to keep airways open. It still wasn't easy, and tears continued to pool in the corners of her eyes, but she made it work all to hear MIna's moans.
"So good," she groaned out. "S-so hot - you're so hot like that, Jirou, d-damn -"
She appeared to be overwhelmed by the pleasure of it, and her cock throbbed insistently. Jirou pulled back and stroked the shaft with the softness of her throat, and that drew out even more little throbs from the marvellous hardness. pink flesh rolled against pink as she bobbed her head in the lewd deepthroat, and felt the reactions become a little more intense each time. She slurped and pulled and suckled, creating lewd, sloppy music, and found that she liked it very much.
Despite her total lack of experience, her ability to sing made the deepthroat possible. She was able to keep at it up thanks to those talents, even as Mina pushed her down a little harder each time, coaxing her on for more. Jirou could barely adjust as she pushed herself down on the gurgling deepthroat, saliva rolling around inside the depth of her throat. It was pushed around as she sank down again and again, her mouth rolling and her head rising, only to, each time, be guided down.
“ Ah, ” Mina sighed, “That’s great. I’m - ah, I’m close - ”
The cock throbbed harder, and Jirou, eyes still wincing and her face almost grimacing, tried to push herself off of it. She couldn’t, though, not with Mina’s hand pushing down on her head, forcing her down deeper - and deeper, shoving her throat full of throbbing, stiff cockmeat, jamming every last bit of it inside. Mina didn’t hesitate in it, and Jirou could only struggle to accommodate it as the many girthy centimeters were sheathed inside and distended her esophagus.
Mina moaned aloud, and Jirou could do nothing as her cock spasmed with sudden, forceful intensity. Eyes went wide and she sputtered wetly as Mina came, sending a torrent of her thick seed straight down her throat, rushing along the pink lining of skin and down into her stomach almost directly from the tap. Hot, gooey strings of the stuff sloshed down in seconds, sending splashing across the entirety of her clenching esophagus all at once, making it distinctly hard to groan.
“Oh, yes,” Mina moaned out, “Take it all, Jirou, damn -”
As Mina moaned in pleasure, Jirou sputtered wetly around the cock. It jammed into the walls of her throat and stained them in thick white, and hot strings sloshed down. She gurgled as it rolled down, and shuddered at each powerful throb of Mina’s cock. She was forced to take her load down, to swallow it all up, and each moment was her just struggling to manage it. Her noises came out loud and sloppy, and the white fluid thickly roiled around and stretched out the soft pink with each rush of heat.
Jirou’s eyes watered and sent tears down her cheeks as she gurgled on each gooey gush of seed. She slurped on it as it was pumped down into her stomach with each powerful throb, and she marvelled at just how much the pink-skinned girl could release, even as it strained her. Through teary eyes she watched Mina moan, and she listened to each rush of slurping cum sent down her throat. She sputtered around the base of the thick dick, saliva drooling down her chin in messy lines, as it went on, and on, and on.
“D-damn,” Mina groaned, her hips rolling. Cockmeat stretched out her throat as it gradually began to shift back, and Jirou realized through muddled thoughts that she was done cumming - mostly. A few streams painted her writhing tongue and soaked into her mouth, but most of the stuff was lodged deeply in her throat. “That was great, Jirou.”
She pulled back, and Jirou immediately began to cough, clearing up her throat of cum and saliva and then pulling in ragged breaths of air. Her hands left the cock to clean the saliva that matted her chin, and eyes watered fiercely as she heaved in oxygen. She coughed, then coughed again, her thick throat swallowing hard, then gulped loudly. She stared up at Mina through teary eyes and took in her cum-dripping, saliva-stained shaft, and panted hard.
“I can’t believe,” she panted, “that you did that.”
“But you look so hot,” Mina assured her with a giggle, and Jirou ran her tongue over her lips. “And you did it all super well. I’m honestly impressed.”
Jirou traced her lip with her tongue. “You are?”
“Oh, yeah,” Mina assured her. “Barely anyone can do that!”
“....Yeah?”
“For sure!” Mina winked at her. “You’re definitely awesome at this sort of thing, Jirou - and you look really, really hot on your knees.”
Her hands cradled her head, gently stroking through her hair, and Jirou shuddered.
“Definitely something I could get used to, you know?”
Jirou swallowed thickly. It definitely seemed nice, and it certainly felt nice - and a pleasant shudder ran through her as she pressed knees and thighs together to quell the heat blooming in her core. She swallowed hard and tried not to pant too badly as she looked away from Mina, attempting to regain her bearings, and blinked rapidly.
“Maybe,” she offered, a soft breath on her lips. “...But we’re definitely not going to get used to anything in public, Mina.”
Mina laughed. “Don’t worry, baby. Next time? It’ll be in total private, and we can do whatever we want.”
Jirou shuddered again. “Sounds… sounds great.”
“You’re super pretty,” Mina gushed emphatically, “and, like, you look really good, Senpai! You look really good in a uniform - and I bet you look even better in a Hero outfit, huh?”
Jirou just sort of looked at Mina glumly. The words were not directed toward her at all, but to the big, busty beauty that was Nejire, and it put her in a strange sort of mood. She knew that MIna could flirt with whoever she wanted and do whatever she wanted, but it left her feeling really weird that Mina wasn’t paying attention to her. In fact, for the last few days, her attention during the school hours was all on people other than Jirou, despite their flirtatious texts at night.
She wasn’t sure why it bothered her, but it did. She didn’t enjoy seeing Mina flirt with Nejire, hit on Momo, make suggestive comments to Ochaco, or even get handsy with Hagakure. It made her bite her lip and shuffle anxiously, and she didn’t like feeling anxious. It certainly didn’t help that all the girls were so bigger and bustier than her, especially the latest Senpai that Mina was hitting on, and compared to them - she felt like a small twig of a girl all over again.
It was something she carried with her long after Mina flirted with their blue-haired Senpai, and further into the off-hours of the school day where she used her work periods to tap her pencil against a workbook in the library. Finishing her work was an elusive thing at best when she kept on thinking about Mina flirting with other girls, making her feel insecure and inadequate by comparison; her mind thinking that, perhaps, her body just wasn’t that good to keep her attention for long, that her blowjob skills weren’t that good, that Mina wanted more.
Honestly, she wasn’t sure why the brilliant idea came to her that she should send over a picture to Mina to draw her attention back, but when it came to her, she felt as if it was golden. It seemed just perfect: offer her something sultry like they’d done for the last few nights, show some skin, and see if she could get more of that gratifying attention that MIna so freely offered her. Despite being in a library, and despite the utter lewdness of it, she didn’t mind the idea whatsoever once it hit her.
Odd though it was, she didn’t hesitate once it hit her mind. Biting her lip nervously, she brought her phone up and aimed it high, just like Mina had done. She gnawed on her lip as she tugged on the front of her uniform, peeling off buttons, then hooked a finger into the top and pulled it away from her slender frame. It showed a gratuitous shot of her simple cleavage and the flatness of her stomach below, and she snapped a picture of it before she could think otherwise: just a straight, downward shot that avoided her face and showed nothing but chest and stomach.
She sent it off to Mina, then dropped her phone. Her face was red as she put herself back to her homework, her mind mulling over what she’d just done, and found the thought of it to be more pleasing than she’d expected. It felt -
Her phone buzzed, and her eyes snapped over.
Mina> ohhhhhhhhhhh that’s hot
> Capital H, Hot
Jirou chewed on her lip for one full moment before putting her pencil down and picking her phone up. >You liked that?
Mina> Of course! I’ll never say no to a hottie sending me pics ;)
She licked her lips as she leaned back in her chair, work forgotten. >Didn’t wanna let you forget about me
>since you were flirting so much with everyone else
Mina> ;P Jealous, babe?
Jirou mused on the question for a full moment, then decided she could be just as teasing as Mina. She pushed herself back on her chair and onto the hind legs, and her foot planted itself against the edge of the table. The leanness of her long leg was on display in front of her, and as she raised her phone’s camera up high, she had a perfect downward shot of her from the face-down: leg out, thigh bared and pale, her buttons undone, her skirt riding up fractionally, and her lips twisted into a sort of grin. Two fingers up by her face completed the look, and even if it wasn’t sultry, it was most certainly tantalizing.
She sent the picture off to Mina without a second thought. >do I look jealous?
Mina> Lil’ bit, her text read, and Jirou snorted. >But also super hot.
Jirou bit her lip as she angled her camera a bit further down and pushed her chest out with a roll of her shoulders. She aimed it past her face as her free hand hooked into her shirt and tugged it away from her skin, baring more of her ribcage and the perfect smoothness of her pale stomach. Her thighs spread and her skirt fell between her legs to flash more of her skin, and she was sure it was a sultrier, more seductive photo than before.
>Still hot?
Mina> Oh, so hot
> You’re pretty frisky today, huh?
>Am I not allowed to be?
Mina> With me? You can anything, baby
Jirou licked her lips. >am I gonna get anything in return for my efforts?
> I am wasting time doing this…
Mina> Lol
There was a picture attached, sent to her with the same lack of hesitation she herself showed. It was a straight downward shot of Mina’s body, showing off the swell of her breasts and the way the soft, pink flesh stretched out the fabric of her top. It was a photo dominated by cleavage; just a sleek, deep valley of pink, jutting down far enough for her to almost sink her face into, if she imagined right.
She swallowed hard.
Mina> Hot?
She snorted. >Maybe just a little bit
Mina> C’mon, tell me my tits look great
A soft sigh left her lips. >Your tits really do look good like that.
She was rewarded with yet another picture, though this time Mina’s arm was wrapped beneath her chest, propping it up nicely. The flesh bulged over the tip of her top in a doughy display of pink, and despite her modest size compared to other girls, they looked mouthwatering. Jirou stared for a long moment as a hot flash ran through her, and kicked back a little further in her seat, allowing her hand to rise up and prepare another photo of her own.
A simple, downplane shot that showed off more of her tight, young body, making the best of her svelte curves and her modest athleticism. She didn't have much to show off in her own opinion, but each picture she sent off to Mina was totally drunk up by the girl, greedily devoured and in return were soft words of praise that left her flushing with satisfaction.
So hot, said some, you’re so good looking, said others, and each one would make her bite her lip and suppress an eager little grin.
“This is kinda hot,” she breathed, eyes tracing over another picture of Mina’s chest and the small slip of stomach that was revealed to the camera, and saved it to her phone. Her fingers were tentative but entirely eager as they tapped out responses and prepared new, adventurous pictures in turn, freely exchanging them with Mina right there in the library.
When Mina asked for shots that went lower, she did; when she had her peel off her blouse to get a better view, she did. In return, flashes of a bulge under a skirt were made more readily apparent, and more racy shots of a bra and the smoothness of a pink stomach were offered to her. She felt hotter with each exchanged picture, warmer with each praiseful word, and she nibbled sultrily on her lower lip through it all.
Mina> You have no idea how excited this is making me, Jirou
>The pictures give me a pretty good idea ;)
Mina> Yeah, who knew you could be such a tease?
> I might have to make you take responsibility for all this
Jirou slowly, carefully licked her lips. >Not gonna have any of the other girls take responsibility?
Mina> Not at all
> Only you, gorgeous
A rush ran through her.
>What does ‘responsibility’ entail, huh?
Her response was a few seconds in coming.
Mina> You bouncing away in my lap while I caress those pretty hips
> Your face in my chest, sucking away
>Maaaaybe some making out, if we’re feeling lewd
She snorted. >Oh?
Mina> how’s that sound?
She thought about it.
>Sounds really hot
Mina> You know, there is an empty classroom on floor 3....
Jirou’s heart beat hard in her chest. >So???
Mina> So, if you want me to show you just how flustered you’ve made me
> meet me there in ten
>Maybe, was her response, but Jirou was already tidying up her compromised look and pushing books into her bag in an eager little rush. It was all so hot that she couldn’t resist any of it, and all she knew was that she had to keep on chasing it to the gratifying end.
To say they crashed into the empty classroom wasn’t quite accurate, but it definitely wasn’t gentle. Neither, however, cared one bit. Lips pressed against one another in a borderline depraved kiss as tongues tangled and twisted, with Mina dictated the pace and the intensity of it. She was firmer than before, her hunger clear, and Jirou couldn’t do much as the pinkette took control of her and her body with effortless ease and kissed away at her with lustful passion.
She was pressed against a wall for a firm moment, with tongues sliding together and lips clasping firmly. Hands dug at her hipline, pressing in and caressing away, making skin almost burn at her touch. She shuddered against her as she was pinned down oh-so-firmly and groaned around the tongue thrusting into her mouth, swirling along with her own - tugging aback, sliding forward, dragging against hers and pulling hard. She rolled it along in her mouth with effortless ease, and Jirou felt as if she was stuck playing catch-up.
Her hands weren’t shy either, however. She grabbed at Mina’s wider hips and groped at her plush waistline, feeling her up and out without qualm. It was the last thing a girl like her would normally do, but the situation was too hot, Mina too eager, for her not to commit wholeheartedly to the lewdness. She loved the way her mouth kissed hers and tugged firmly on her lips, taking her exactly as she wanted to and playing around with her tongue in the most gratifying ways possible.
She groaned into her mouth, and Mina purred against her. She kissed her mouth fiercely, her tongue slipping around and tugging at her own, mingling together and swirling around with force. Lips locked powerfully and spit was exchanged freely between them as it went on, and on, and on, with hands sweeping along her slender frame all the while. She cupped her through her uniform before hastily starting to peel at the buttons, pulling them apart with as much care as she could offer in the heat of the moment, and Jirou moaned.
Mina pressed in without pause, her lust almost a thing in and of itself to behold. Her mouth kissed hungrily and her hands groped eagerly, caressing every slender curve on her torso without a qualm. Her touches were hard and firm, and it made Jirou’s skin feel hot and flushed. She liked all of it, though, and eagerly leaned into the kiss, engaging in the lustful liplock with the same kind of vigour - just without the same level of skill.
She moaned into the kiss as a tongue plunged in deep, and shivered as fingers ghosted across her pelvis. A leg rose up and a knee slipped between her thighs, and they were steadily peeled apart by the rising limb. She gasped as the hardness of her knee slipped up and pressed against her core, unabashedly applying pressure to her core - not an inch of shame in it, just surefire arousal and eagerness. It sent a flush of pleasure through her body and a tingling delight along her spine, and she groaned louder still.
Mina applied firm pressure to her core, making Jirou’s hips buck against it. Her eyes watered in sudden pleasure, and she gasped eagerly into a hot, kissing mouth. Spit was swapped and tongues tangled, and through it all, her knee pressed in and rubbed away at her clothed core, applying more and more pressure. She grinded against her with skill, and Jirou reciprocated with forward flicks of her hips and rolls of her pelvis. She moved against Mina as she worked at her body, every bit of her becoming hotter and hotter by the moment.
Her hands roved up and caressed Mina’s torso with increasing fervour as the grinding knee made her body heat up hard. She pulled on her jacket and watched as it was thrown aside, then grabbed onto big, lush tits without a care in the world. She squeezed away with force, and Mina moaned into her mouth rather happily. Flesh bulged around her groping fingers and bent over the line of her top, and she eagerly ran fingers all over them.
“Fuck,” Mina groaned against her mouth, and as a knee ground against her core, Jirou used the sudden lack of kissing to move. Her mouth descended along her smooth jawline in fluttering kisses and hard, downward presses, moving down the soft curve with eagerness.
Her hands groped at the sides of her breasts and her mouth moved down along the length of her collarbone, tugging at the fles until Mina gasped. She pressed down hungrily over the top of her cleavage, slurping at the pink flesh with far more excitement then she thought she would experience and tugging at it with suckles. She layered wet marks over the slopes of her fat tits and squeezed them from the undersides with force, adoring the way the soft skin rippled and bent.
“God, that is so hot,” she whined, and Jirou shuddered as hands grabbed her firmly. “I don’t - fuck, I don’t think I can wait a single second, Jirou.”
“What?” She murmured against her breasts, her mouth leaving wet marks along the soft, squishy flesh.
“I’m so horny,” Mina confessed, and as she pressed forward, her hips bucking, Jirou could feel it. “You’re getting me so riled up, and I just gotta - I want you bouncing in my lap, babe.”
“Okay,” Jirou husked, her eyes almost glazing over. “Yeah, that sounds so hot -”
She was pulled forward without waiting. There was no hesitation in either of them, and hands worked eagerly at one another all at once - her undergarments hitting the floor as a skirt was tugged aside, allowing a turgid cock to flop forward against her thigh. She groaned at its touch and set fingers against it eagerly, wrapping it up in as firm a grip as she could manage and then pulling at the hard skin.
“You’re so hard,” she breathed, and Mina kissed her neck hungrily.
“For you,” she purred, “just for you, Jirou.”
Mina tugged her along as she sat at one of the desks, pulling Jirou into her lap. There was no hesitation in either of their bodies, and with her hands still wrapped around the cock, she straddled her thighs. She was so, so eager, a fire burning inside of her that was almost impossible to understand, and it made her groan. She felt hornier than she’d ever been before, and a desire to fuck was building inside of her into something truly hot and heavy.
Their bodies moved in synch, and hips rolled as she was easily coaxed into place. There was no hesitation as the two mostly-clothed girls were brought into line, and as her pelvis rolled and her hand pulled at the hard girldick, Mina groaned. It was all so awkward for Jirou - the undulations, the aligning, the movements of bodies - but Mina’s hands knew what to do as they guided her along, and the moment that a naked cock pressed against her bare folds, she gasped.
“Take it easy, Jirou,” Mina groaned up at her, “move at your own pace, baby.”
She pet her hips and tugged, and Jirou did exactly that - against all sense of reason or propriety, there in the empty classroom, she prepared to fuck. She couldn’t lie and say she didn't want it, nor that it felt bad. The way her naked snatch rubbed against it was delightful, in fact, and she bit her lip to feel it. She bucked her hips and felt her lower petals wetly squish against the bulbous tip, and her own remarkable wetness was a minor side-note to the pleasure the cock so inadvertently brought.
She yelped as pleasure hit her, and the beginnings of that sensation spurred her on to go for more. She bit her lip as she pushed herself against the thick rod and felt the head squish against her sodden folds, pressing in with a bit more force. She whimpered at the firm touch, and her spine tingled pleasantly as the swollen head slipped against the soft pink of her cunt lips, nudging at it gently, dragging against them smoothly, and preparing itself for entry.
“You already feel so good,” Mina purred, “Can’t wait to be inside of you.”
That was all she really needed to push herself down. She wanted to please and wanted to be pleased in turn, and with her lips digging into her lower lip, she pushed down on the hard dick. She gasped softly at the firm press of it, and she shuddered at the way that the smooth, bulbous tip rolled into her soft pink entrance and peeled aside the spongy walls. It was an easy move for them, a simple press that had moans rise to both pairs of lips, and neither wanted to stop.
Groaning, she moved back and slipped down onto the hard cock, letting it push into her entrance and batter past her smooth, clinging folds. She whined as it hit her inner tunnel and started to push inside, but she didn’t hesitate to throw herself back; her ass descending, her hips moving in Mina’s grasp, her hand feeding the heavy shaft into her sopping slit. She bit her lip as it entered her tunnel at a smooth, rolling pace, jamming her insides out around it in just a few scant seconds of motion.
“Oh,” she groaned very simply. “T-that’s - oh, you’re big. ”
“And you're so tight,” Mina husked. “You already feel so good, Jirou.”
Jirou set a hand on Mina’s shoulder and gasped softly as she pushed down on the hard cock, filling out the slender tunnel with an inch of hard girth. It was rock-solid and firm, pressing against her inner walls with eye-watering pleasure. She sank down, taking a bit more inside of her, and bit her lip even harder to feel her walls being stretched out. It was a strangely gratifying sensation, and one that she sought more of as she allowed her hips to fall in the girl’s grasp, fingers rubbing at the skin.
She whined as she pushed down more, then more, filling up her slender pussy with inches of smooth girlcock. The pink skin rolled through her, dragging along the textured pink in turn, making it all swell and stretch. The feeling was intense, but oh-so-gratifying to feel; and, as she dropped down, her cunt lips were stretched out around it, folds going wide, attempting to take it all inside. Her tunnel shivered and her toes felt like curling in her shoes, and she bit down on her lip hard enough to draw blood as powerful shudders ran through her.
“Oh, you’re so hard,” she whined, hips bucking as she descended. “You’re stretching me out so much -”
Mina, at first, only purred her assent as she stroked her hips and pulled on her waistline, tugging her down onto her lap. Inches of hard cockmeat pushed through her pink insides, and her walls swelled at the simple bulk of it. Each bit of cock strained her and pleased her in equal measure, and walls clamped down almost too tightly around it in rough accommodation. Her whines left her lips a little more frequently the further she went, and it felt amazing. She loved every last bit of it, and her core shuddered powerfully.
“You feel amazing,” Mina told her, voice filled with breathy awe. “And you’re taking my cock so good, too.”
Her hands stroked her hips and ran along her waistline as she pushed herself down, and the little applications of pressure and strength had her flushing. Jirou whined as she was pushed down onto it, her slick tunnel greedily taking in inches of it, to the rolling of her pink insides. Her cunt lips stretched out wider around it, gobbling it up with earnestness, and another powerful heat ran along her pelvis.
“So nice and tight,” Mina continued in a voice like a sigh, and Jirou shuddered to hear her speak. “Just squeezing my cock…”
She squeezed her hips and ran her hands along her flanks possessively, leaving warmth to bloom across Jirou’s skin from the intimate contact. She gasped and groaned as she pushed herself down and filled herself up with slick cockmeat at a steady, heady pace, her eyes almost rolling with each marvellously smooth inch that pressed into her. Insides swelled and rippled the further she went, and pleasure shot through her core as the size of it worked away at her tight walls.
“F-fuck,” she whimpered, her hips rolling and faltering as a third of the hard cock pressed through her and sank down. It was a big, weighty shaft, too much to easily take, and she wasn’t sure she could just slam down onto it. Fingers rose to cup shoulders, and her hands pressed down hard to work off the strangely wonderful strain rocking through her at that moment.
“Gosh,” Mina purred, “I knew you’d feel so good in my lap, taking my cock…”
There was no hesitation on Mina’s part; she pulled on her hips, bringing her down her towering slab of a cock, filling up her slender channel with a few more gasp-inducing inches of hard cockmeat. Half of it was buried inside of her at the dictation of her hands, and Jirou whimpered with every last bit of it that stretched out her spongy pink walls. Pleasure tingled through her in an intense wave, and a sigh left her lips as satisfaction of a strange, heady sort hit her hard.
“Just like a Pro,” Mina husked, her hands squeezing down on her waistline. Jirou shuddered in her gasp and whined as Mina guided her hips along in a rolling movement that had the spongy flesh squish wetly against the bulk of her shaft, and sticky noises rang out from their conjoined hips as she was ground away there. Walls were gently pried loose by her throbbing girth, and the meaty shaft pressed in against her from every conceivable angle as they rolled in unison.
“Ohmy god, that feels -” Jirou groaned. “R-really good -”
“How good?” Mina hummed, a grin on her lips.
“So good,” she sighed. “Really good, Mina. Big and thick and - and - wow. ”
She bit her lip as Mina guided her hips up, and an eager buck of her own hips lifted her up the thick, girthy rod. Walls pulled at it as she retracted, tugging with a nice-like grip, and the friction of the motions sent her into flutters. She sighed happily as the pleasure shot along her spine and had her fingers curling into Mina’s shoulder, and she adored the feeling of the thick cockmeat sliding away inside of her.
“Yes,” she moaned out under her breath, fully focused on the lewd feeling of stiff pink dick rolling along through her pussy, “Oh, yes.”
She rose up with a combination of their strengths, and her cunt was dragged up along the rock-solid girth. Pink cockmeat fled the tight embrace of her lower lips with a wet noise and glistening juices, only to be sloshed aside the moment that she descended right back down; no real pause between the movements, just a deep-seated desire to get to grips with Mina’s amazing girlcock. The iron-hard shaft pushed through her with ease, jamming into her glistening snatch without regard for her tightness, using her natural lubrication and the smoothness of the skin to roll on through her in a piercing stroke.
Mina’s hands moved around to cup her ass as she descended, and Jirou responded with an eager buck of her hips that had her walls stretching out pleasantly. She gasped at the sensation and felt the shaft throb in turn, which filled her with a strange sense of glee. The way the veins pulsated against her silky snatch and indicated their sheer excitement pleased her, and she happily pushed herself down just to feel more of it - taking pleasure in the perverseness that was making Mina feel good.
“So hot,” Mina husked, her face leaning forward to nuzzle against Jirou’s chest. Her hands squeezed her ass, and the kneading of fingers sent a delicious thrill of heat along her lower body. She bucked her hips into her grasp and felt the fingers dig down, squishing into the heart-shape of her rear without hesitation. “And this ass is just great to hold, Jirou.”
“Y-yeah?” She ground out, her spongey walls bending as the cock was pulled free on the next ascent. It was a lewd, wet noise, and she could see her lower lips hugging the pink girth. Wetness shone on the skin, and it was a distinctly pleasing sight.
“Oh, yeah, for sure,” Mina assured her in a soothing, earnest voice. She squeezed her ass hard, bulging the soft flesh between her fingers, and Jirou gasped. Her own fingers clamped down on her shoulders, but Mina kept on going, tugging her down to impale her on her cock once more. Inches of it filled her up and sent gratification rolling through her, and the pleasure of it was almost intoxicating. “It feels so nice in my hands; just the right size to fit here…”
She pulled on her ass, bringing her up, and the fingers dug into her plump flesh. She moaned out as the pleasure of the moving cock and groping fingers combined into something intense, and her hands squeezed down on her shoulders firmly. She pulled at it with equal vigour on her own part, and bit down on her lip as the pleasure of friction rolled through her. The delight of the thick, hard cock scraping against her, and the forward push of the bulbous tip delighted her.
“...And bounce along just how I want you to,” The girl continued in a breath voice, “stretching you all out around me.”
Jirou moaned. It felt shockingly good to have the cock rolling across her tight insides, pressing into her wet core and stretching her out with the simple movements of their bodies. Hands groped her ass and kneaded at the flesh, working it efficiently as it tugged her along, and the pleasure of that, too, was intense. She groaned in pleasure to feel it, and she sighed happily as the cock pressed at her tight insides, filling them out and shifting them loose.
"Oh, fuck, Mina,' she sighed happily. "That's - that feels really good -"
"I know," Mina husked, her breath washing over her skin. Her lips plucked and her collarbone, and a strange, heady delight rolled along Jirou's spine. "You're just so tight around my cock; you feel perfect, Jirou."
She squeezed her ass before once more moving to swipe along her waistline, almost as if greedy to feel as much as she possibly could. She touched her in a way that sent flashes of heat running through her, and it made Jirou pant all the more as she bounced herself up and down in her lap, sliding along her cock with ever-growing enthusiasm. All of it was new to her, in a way; it wasn't something she did, and the movements were something to learn. It was easy to get into, however, even with a cock of Mina's size - and she was eager to try to take it all the same.
She gasped and mewled as the cock shoved its way through her with each bounce of her hips and downward press of her ass. It pushes its way through her slick insides and pierced deep into the lush pink beyond, which sent thrills of pleasure surging through her - more and more with each passing moment, making her feel unbearably good. Her hands squeezed down on Mina's shoulders as if to hold herself steady as her pink walls were stretched out, and she bit her lip to contain the breathy delight that wanted to spill free.
"And you're so hot bouncing away like this," Mina groaned, "With this tight little body of yours -"
Her voice trailed off into a breathy sigh as she kissed and suckled at the skin of her collarbones, and Jirou moaned out. She pushed herself down onto the cock even as MIna helped her move, bringing her down onto her lap with satisfying thumps of her ass and penetrating strikes of her cock. Inches of it filled her up and out with each passing moment, prying her sticky walls loose with wet little noises before grabbing her and tugging firmly to make it all stretch out.
Cunt lips stretched out as the cock drove in again and again, pushing in so deep it blew her mind. Pleasure rolled through her as the bouncing hit all of her senses in all of the right ways, proving a potent, heady combination. Her eyes rolled, her lashes fluttered, and another moan rose to her lips as the sensations rocked her, making her full unbearably good. She sighed and gasped freely as the cock hilted inside of her with each drop of her body, and she mewled at the slapping of her ass against smooth pink thighs.
She rose up and down in high arcs as Mina kissed at her neck with rising passion, caressing and suckling and leaving wet marks along the soft length. She leaned her head into it as more frequent moans left her lips, showing the pleasure that Mina's mouth and cock were bringing her. She bounced along, her ass thumping into her lap with satisfying claps, as the impaling shaft stretched her out. Fingers and toes curled as satisfaction welled up inside of her, sending a tremendous amount of pleasure rocked her.
"That's it, baby girl," the pink-skinned girl hummed, "Just like that - move that ass -"
Jirou bounced her hips as hands resumed kneading her ass, squeezing the plump flesh and making it bulge. Even without the guiding hands her movements were becoming more eager, more intense, her body rising up and down with each motion and rolls of her hips that sent her walls bulging out around it. She rolled her waistline and shoved herself down needily, forcing herself onto many throbbing inches that made her feel so pleasantly full.
"So good," she breathed out. "F-fuck, Mina -"
"Gosh, that's it," the girl breathed, her voice even huskier than before. She pulled on Jirou's lithe body as she dropped her into her lap, sending the flesh of her ass rippling with each movement. She added more and more force into it, forcing more cockmeat into her strained insides, fucking to the brink - or so it felt. Jirou could only shudder and whine desperately with each deep, hammering stroke, pleasure shooting through her in sparks. "That's it, Jirou, gorgeous -"
She pulled on her waistline, and the bouncing became more intense as more force was added. Mina used her strength and her skill to send her ass clapping down in her lap in deep, satisfying arcs of motion, and she gasped with pleasure as the hard cock rammed up into her tight twat. Inches of it stretched her out and hilted in her steaming depths, churning juices and liquids around her incredible girth. Jirou panted as her eyes watered pleasantly, and her curses and groans left her lips frequently.
Mina, though, did not stop - neither in her breathy praises, nor in her bouncing. She applied more and more strength as she started to move, trying to rise on the seat, and Jirou gasped. Her hands tightened on her shoulders while an arm wrapped around her midsection, and she groaned powerfully as Mina, abruptly, lifted them up; a quick, grunting application of strength, her arms only really bracing the black-haired girl up for a few plaintive moments before pushing her onto the desk they fucked against.
Mina, without hesitation, pushing Jirou down. The dark-haired girl allowed herself to be laid flat as Mina grabbed her hips, groaned from deep in her chest, and started to really swing her hips; moving them for the first time so far, and sending new, delicious thrills through Jirou's slender body. It was a sudden, fitful action, but the way that the girl worked her hips was almost blindingly good: the broad swells tugging back, pulling out inches of hard cockmeat at the fastest speed so far, then sending it slamming it all back inside with a lethal jab that had pussyflesh ripple.
"Fuck!" Jirou squealed, while Mina moaned in assent.
"Yeah," She groaned out, her hips slamming down to the base and sheathing her throbbing cock all the way inside. "God, you feel so good, Jirou. I wanna fuck this cunt properly."
Her deep, husky words were matched by a hard tugging of her hips, and the smooth pink swells drew back harshly. FLesh rippled against her shaft and her pussy lips hugged firmly, and she watched the pink flesh draw back before watching as it was all sent slamming forward in an almost brutal shove that had her wincing. Pleasure shot through her as the hard head slammed through her steaming depths, and she moaned aloud as the meaty rod stirred up her slender insides.
"M-mina," she moaned out, "T-that's so good -!"
Mina thrust into her with almost wild abandon, thrusting forward with deep, penetrating strokes. She was clearly pent-up and frustrated from the cock riding, and she wanted to work off her arousal in a furious display of slamming hips and rolling cockmeat. Jirou was taken along for the ride as her smooth flesh hammered into her sopping depths and a pink pelvis clapped against her own with body-jarring force, and she watched as Mina's breasts bounced under her shirt from the sheer intensity of it.
"Gonna stretch out this perfect pussy," Mina panted, "And make you feel nice and good, just like you deserve."
Hard, forward slams left Jirou whining, and deep jabs had her gasping. Tears sprang to her eyes as a wonderful friction assaulted her, and the feeling of juices being churned out was like the lewdness of music. The girthy cock hammered away, plunging into her tight, dripping inside, stretching them out in new and pleasing ways before drawing back with a friction-laden tugging to do it all over again.
Her hands reached forward to push against Mina's stomach, but the teen moved out of reach with each pump and thrust. Really, all Jirou could do was lie back against the desk and hook fingers around the edge to stave off the wonderful pleasure sent surging through her with each powerful thrust and forward slam that sent her cunt rocking and walls tightening. The pleasure was intense, the fucking even more so, and it just kept on going with almost wild passion that it blew her mind.
Mina grunted and groaned as she hammered down, her hands tight around her hips - almost capturing them in a vice as she used them to thrust forward. They were treated like handholds with each pump and thrust, her hips thrusting away and penetrating her sopping slit with her tremendous hardness. The girthy cockmeat swelled with each passing moment, but the consistent throbbing or pulsating did not seem to bother Mina one bit - she just kept on going, continuing to force her fat cock into her body.
Jirou moaned with ever-rising pleasure as she was fucked silly on the desk, her hole reamed out harder and faster than she'd ever expected by a dick bigger than she'd ever had. It made her moan more and more by the moment, her voice rising up in the purest of pleasures, and it was matched rather eagerly by Mina. She committed to it just as fully, just as eagerly, and her hips worked at her tight body with deep claps and heady, intoxicating smacks.
"Yesyesyesyes," Jirou moaned lewdly. "Of, fuck yes!"
Mina did not slow. She hammered away at her tight twat, slamming into her wet core with incredibly loud, flesh noises. Her cock plunged down to fill up her aching slit time and time again, reaming out her glistening insides with her thick shaft of cockmeat. Every last inch of her was filled up and rendered her a silly, mewling mess, with her eyes rolling on each forward slam. It was an intense series of sensations that shook her to her very core, and Mina never paused.
Forward slams rocked her against the desk and shook it, while the hands on her hips tightened so hard as to leave marks on her skin. Jirou whined breathlessly with each impaling stroke, which made her core tighten up harder and harder. A powerful ache built up inside of her snatch and shook her walls, sending them into a fluttering frenzy that was just as quickly fucked past by Mina’s thrusting slab of a shaft. There was so much sent inside of her with each passing moment that it defied all sense of belief, and her body’s response was to get hotter.
She was being fucked to her peak; she could feel it. She could feel the dick fucking her silly with each passing moment, making her a quivering, shivering mess, and it stoked her inner walls with incredible force. She whimpered and moaned more and more with each passing moment, her walls clamping down intensely and squeezing down tight on the thrusting rod, sending her into further shivers of pure sexual bliss. She panted there on her back as Mina hammered into her, flesh clapping and smacking until it went red, and let it all take hold of her.
“F-fuck,” she whined out, swearing unabashedly. “R-right t-there -!”
Her eyes squeezed shut as a powerful shudder ran through her, and her hips bucked so hard she sent her cunt sliding against the cock as another tremble passed across her. Everything got tighter, more intense, as the moments dragged on, with the forward march of the cock and the continual flesh-on-flesh contact fucked her silly. She whined and gasped as the girldick made her feel better and better, turning her insides into a gooey, fluttering mess.
When her orgasm hit her, there was no stopping it. There was no doing anything, in fact, except to let her hips buck in a sudden spasm, let her fingers clamp down hard, and hang her head over the edge of the desk as pleasure shot through her like a lighting strike. She gasped and whined and moaned breathlessly as intoxicating delight overtook her, turning her into a quivering mess of a girl in literal seconds of over-stimulation; at the same time, her pussy clamped down and began to ripple with shocking force, tugging at the hard mast lodged inside of her.
Mina swore and groaned as the sensations hit her hard, but Jirou was no longer paying attention. She cried out loudly and lewdly as the hammering shook her and the orgasm sent her into quivers, leaving her moaning out more and more by the moment. Eyes watered in pleasure as juices flooded her cunt in thick waves, rolling over the beefy cock that continued to plunge in and out. Deep, mind-numbing strokes fucked her senseless, her mouth almost drooling as intense waves of raw delight rolled through her.
“H- hah, ” Mina groaned. “I’m - oh, that feels amazing, Jirou, I -”
Mina’s face tightened up. She panted hard as she swung her hips forward in cunt-impaling arcs of motion, slamming every last throbbing inch of her thick girlcock into her clamping depths, and it drove Jirou wild. Her cunt spasmed and gushed out against it more and more, her orgasmic high pushed to a whole new level as she was fucked right through it all. Milking walls caressed the pulsating pillar, begging it for a load that her body knew was just waiting there, and the pinkette, for all her experience, couldn’t hold on.
Mina did nothing more than moan as she thrust down for the last time with a powerful thrust, and her climax was just as quick in approaching as Jirou’s. The girl had clearly been on the cusp for just as long, only barely holding it back, and with juices sloshing over her while walls milked her thick rod, there was no need for her to hold back; she happily sheathed herself up to the hilt, balls slapping against her wet core, and just let loose with thick gushes of hot seed.
Jirou whined as the hot cum washed into her cunt in the same way it had drenched her throat just a few days earlier. There was nothing to be done; she was suddenly a groaning, mewling mess as warm rushes ran through her spasming pink walls, soothing them with the virile heat of a thorough, dense load of baby-batter. I ran through her and drenched the length of her tunnel in a gooey substance that felt just as filling as the cock and far more hearty besides, leaving her feeling utterly stuffed in just a few pups.
It was not just a few pumps, however. As she writhed in her back and Mina groaned against her, her cock spat out ropes of cum at an almost furious pace. Thick strings draped across the lining of her snatch and slurped across the spongey mass of her cervix beyond, drenching it in the virile heat of her hot cum. The baby-batter bubbled up and gushed into gooey bulges of white that stained her insides, stuffing her insides out more and more by the moment. The girldick throbbed, swelled, and sent more of her sticky cum out into her cunt, and each successive pulse left her feeling almost dizzy.
“S-so good,” she whined, and Mina groaned. She leaned in, then had to adjust from her standing position to try and slam their lips together; it was awkward and messy, their teeth clacking and their noses bumping hard, but it worked well enough as they resumed the passionate kissing from earlier. The cock continued to pulsate inside of her as it sent out successive ropes of hot seed into her pussy, making sure to stain every last possible inch of pink with her warm, thick load.
She groaned into her awkwardly kissing lips for as long as Mina held it; she kept herself pinned in place, her cock rolling gently and shooting out a few last strings of warmth into her insides, stuffing them just a little bit more. Her balls pulsated against her cunt as they emptied out their load, and though it took considerable time, soon enough the girl was drawing back gently, sliding out her obscenely thick cock from her cunt with a wet slurp. The girl slumped forward as she panted hard against her mouth, and Jirou did the same in turn.
Mina sighed. “That was…”
“Yeah,” Jirou groaned.
“You were…”
“Yeah,” she agreed.
The two girls panted there.
Mina sighed. “Told you.”
The black-haired girl blinked lazily. She felt utterly stuffed, her lower half pleasantly warm, and her forehead felt sticky. “...What?”
“That you had me all hot and bothered,” Mina huffed, and Jirou laughed softly. “You’re just too cute.”
“I thought it was hot?”
“Cute and hot, I don’t judge.”
Jirou pushed sweaty bangs off of her forehead. “Well, sue me for being jealous seeing you flirting with everyone else.”
“I always flirt,” Mina protested, then, smugly, winked. “And, hey - looks like it worked out.”
She raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
“Got me laid.”
She rolled her eyes almost instantly. “That’s terrible.”
Mina laughed. “Oh, you like it.”
Jirou offered a shy smile. “Yeah, you’re lucky I do.”
“Oh, for that - if we weren’t in an empty classroom, I’d go for another round.”
She raised an eyebrow. “It is empty…?”
“Yeah - I mean, yeah,” Mina puffed out, “but I dunno for how long - ”
She frowned. “Wait, what?”
“I mean, it’s empty now, just, like, it could be -”
Jirou sputtered. “-Someone could be coming?!”
“It’s a possibility, probab-”
“ Mina!”