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Senpai fucks Everyone (except Nagatoro)

Chapter 2: President Supremacy

Summary:

The game was rigged from the very beginning. Not that Nagatoro knows, or HAS to know.

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The first time Naoto ever had sex, was in the middle of the Culture Festival in his first year. It was far away from the buzz - inside a lone classroom filled with an assortment of couches and tables and chairs – one that he used to sneak into whenever he wanted to sketch, as back in the day, they didn't have the current club room.

It was there, over one of the tables, with her legs over his shoulders while he railed against her pussy, that he and Sana Sunomiya had given each other their first times.

It was during the height of the excellent reception of their art exhibit - the President had come to him after receiving a prize for second place with grace, taking his hand and leading him away from the crowd.

They walked for a moment, before she ushered him inside a classroom and stood before him, stern as ever.

"We 2nd years will be occupied with cram school throughout the entire next year" she said, placing her hands on her hips, looking pensively at him, "so we won't see each other often."

"I... I understand." replied Naoto, feeling slightly downcast. The President seemed like someone who would be go far in life, so it wasn't a surprise she'd be busy to achieve her goals. Even so, Naoto couldn't help but feel somewhat let down.

"We made a good memory, working together for that exhibition." She mused, unaware of his inner turmoil, "thus, it's my decision to leave the art club in your hands." She declared, placing a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently.

He felt a bit embarrassed by such forwardness, however the President seemed serious with her words, so he nodded, smiling weakly up at her.

"Yes." He blurted out, trying not to look too awkward.

Sana nodded back, and then she crossed her arms, seemingly oblivious to the emphasis it made on her bosom. "I have another proposal. A request, if I'm being honest."

Naoto raised an eyebrow, curious about what this plan could entail.

She looked at him with a steady expression, reaching out and proceeding to unbutton the top button of her blouse. Naoto found himself staring at her cleavage, which was large enough to make itself visible through just one button off. "W-Wha?" He stammered, eyes wide.

She took the hint, answering his unspoken question. "Ahem!" She cleared her throat, and then continued. "As I said, I'll be very busy with my studies to enroll in the university of Tokyo." She popped another button off, exposing more cleavage, causing Naoto to gasp, his mouth agape. "But," she continued, continuing to reveal more of her tits until she revealed a silky, white bra, "I do not want to miss any chances to miss the carnal passions of youth." Her tone grew softer now, more suggestive than before, as her breasts were exposed entirely. "Thus, I'd like you to help me - to help me experience that passion."

"Pardon?" He was sure, at that time, that he was sleepwalking, but the touch of both the President's hands on his own, and the softness of her breast as she let him cup them, proved otherwise.

"I know this is sudden, but you're the only one I could trust this with," she whispered, moving closer to him. Naoto's face must've been beet red, as he felt himself grow hot - and it wasn't the room's temperature for sure. "Will you help me?"

At the end, he was only a red-blooded male, and was weak to the temptation of a pretty girl asking him to fuck her brains out. Thus, he agreed to her proposition. And thus, Naoto took the virginity of perhaps the sexiest girl in the year, perhaps of the entire school, and also molded her inner walls around his cock, bringing her first orgasm within moments of entering her pussy.

Her tits bounced and flashed with her pale skin, a little mole beneath her left nipple that glittered under the light. He sucked them, squeezed them, kissed them, licked them, and basically worshipped them with his vocal pleasure and compliments. All the while, the President moaned and groaned in pleasure, gasping every time his pelvis slapped against hers, going balls-deep each time.

It was all done with hushed instructions, suggestions and little, hot breaths, their inexperience making it seem as though they were acting out a play rather than fucking. They kept their voices low, even when she came, whispering sweet nothings to his ear as they rode each other to orgasm, holding themselves close, touching and kissing.

He had come inside, feeling her entire body twitch and see her lean her head back as she bit her lip, her fingers digging into his shoulders, pulling him into her tight pussy. It was a powerful climax, and she collapsed beneath him, panting hard.

He hardened inside her just moments after, when he was still marveling at the texture of her cunt, groaning shakily as he thrust inside of her again, giving her the same treatment he gave her the first time. This time, she met him with her own pleasure, moaning softly as she pulled him deeper inside her. They fucked 3 times, all of them finishing with him filling her with cum.

The President's pussy was painted white in and out, her pubes wet with a coat of cum. It was a mess, and yet, she remained beautiful and perfect. She smooched his cheek as she laid her head upon his chest.

They lay there for a few minutes, just basking in the afterglow, before she finally spoke. "That... That was..." she sighed, with the rawest pleasure evident on her tone, "exquisite."

"Y-Yeah." Naoto replied, a smile on his lips.

She chuckled, then stood, spilling more cum from between her legs, and he helped her clean up - not much, she had asked him, and the reason was revealed when she pulled her panties  up, plugging her pussy with his cum inside, seeing the satin fabric soaked, the President shivering and pressing her fingers to her clit, reliving the orgasm as she did.

They stood together, cuddling for a moment before she broke their embrace. "Thank you for today, Hachiouji." she said, her voice soft, stroking his arm with one hand.

"Anytime." Naoto replied, smiling back. Feeling bold, he had said, "If... um," he balled his fists, pressing on. "If you ever want my help again, can I have your number?"

The President chuckled. "You're a gentleman." She said, then she handed him a piece of paper. On it, she scribbled down her phone number.

He held onto the slip of paper for a moment, then pocketed it, it almost burning his leg with the sheer implication fed by their actions in this classroom. He walked ahead, opening the door for her, and she smiled at him as she stepped out, him closing it behind.

They started to head back, although, still high on his lust, Naoto stepped a couple feet back, seeing the sway of her hips and the subtle curve of her ass hinted by the veil of her skirt. Gulping, he reached out, groping her butt, his fingers sinking into her flesh, squeezing it and feeling the warmth beneath. The President turned her head towards him, lifting an eyebrow, and he felt a sharp second of fear before it dissipated as she kept walking, letting him feel up her rear.

She had given him a lot, and he was grateful. Little did she know, that this gesture would open a lot of interactions with other people in the near future.

 


 

For the next months, their meetings were defined by talking, checking their technical progress and latest works, and fucking like animals. Naoto had learned to draw better - thanks to Sana's guidance on how to properly shade a picture or the difference between a light and a dark shading, as well as how to properly use lines. The next hour after that, she was swallowing his cock whole, slobbering all over his musky shaft as she stared at his eyes, drunk with passion.

The few times a week they could meet, they shared artistic knowledge, before taking each other's clothes off. There weren't many rules - they could do anything they wanted, so long as they didn't get caught, or anything one wasn't comfortable with.

This meant no anal (Both him and president shared the same sentiment), or BDSM, but when one day the President came up...

"I want to do it... behind the school grounds."

Naoto's eyes widened. He'd admit they did their first time on a public establishment, but they kept their stuff in his home or in Sana's. But he couldn't honestly say no to the idea, and thus, he went along with her plans, secretly excited about it.

She explained the time, when there wouldn't be anyone to see them, and they agreed on it.

The ensuing sex was wild. The President had gotten very daring with him, riding his face until he was choking on her pussy, then turning around, bouncing herself on his dick, nude as the day she was born before he took her against the wall, clapping her ass hard, her tits jiggling in the air while she moaned in pleasure.

That day, the President had discovered she had a penchant for nudism and exhibitionism, and he wholefully partook with her experiences.

Afterwards, they made love in every possible place: from the rooftop of the school building to the courtyard of her family's manor. The President liked to expose her body, basking in Naoto's attention to her breasts and ass, basically her whole beauty - physical and inner, sometimes even going further and touching her inner thighs and the soft skin under her bellybutton. She also enjoyed being touched down there, rubbing his cock against her folds to make herself wet.

She developed a tendency to walk around nude while in his proximity, as he became more confident, and his sketchbook filled with lewd pictures of the President's figure, which, after she gently nudged him, had remarked where to improve. 'My breasts aren't that high up my chest', or, 'I don't have two right feet, Hachiouji.'

They often went out on dates as well, going out for dinner or to some exhibition, where they examined several works in comfortable silence, and he was always the first to appraise her work - not that she needed it, but he simply loved to watch her perform.

Soon, cram school began to take all of her time, but Naoto accepted the situation with no qualms, other than visiting her to drop some lunch for her during her free time. He was happy, as he had gained his fair share of confidence since finishing his 1st year - he dared to consider himself more impervious to the female charm, although he honestly believed there wouldn't be any girl that could compare to the President.

2nd year came in, and he was sitting at the library by his own, progressing steadily on his own project: an isekai manga, its plot a blatant mimic of his... personal relationship with the President, though much less explicit, when he stumbled upon the Girls.

What happened next is that he somehow got roped with the most... exasperating girl he had ever met, Nagatoro.

 


 

Several weeks passed almost seamlessly, the only remarkable things being the daily nudes the President sent to him, flashing her tits, showing lingerie, as he replied with his own photos, showing what she caused on his body and mind.

Nagatoro and her friends were funny, if a bit overbearing at times. He chuckled, remembering his inner smugness whenever they pegged him as a 'gross virgin', their own awkward insult washing over him like water on a duck. They were fun, however, and Naoto was glad to have them as his acquaintances.

...well, except for the times Nagatoro would behave weirdly. It was after a severely awkward moment - when her hand fell on top of his crotch, squeezing in reflex and letting her feel his generous size. Afterwards, she'd be pushier and more confusing - perhaps trying to act like normal, and failing tremendously.

Something else happened, too. It was in the clubroom, after class - Naoto recalled - and everyone else was gone. Naoto and Nagatoro were alone in the room, and he was at his usual stool, sketching her as she acted as his muse, when she suddenly spoke up.

"You haven't been able to find a model for your last piece of the cultural festival, riiight~?" She drawled, and he could see the incoming teasing spree in her face. So he did what he knew best: fight back. "Oh yes, I did. I actually have enough pieces, anyway."

The bewildered look on her was glorious. He had to press his lips so hard to contain his chuckles, but he gave up when she began to shake him, exclaiming he had a 'cute girl right here, why not do it?!'

"I was going to draw a guy, anyway!" he explained, harrumphing as he tried to smooth his hair.

"...you're lying." She stated with certainty, leaning closer towards him. "Else -" she whipped out a sketch, a wicked smile growing on her face as she did so. "-why would you have this kind of stuff in your bag?!"

Ah, yes. The little crossover between Nekoken and Nagatoro - an idea that sprung to his mind after the JusGear session they had at her house.

"THIS is what you REALLY want to draw, isn't it, you closed perv?" She asked, her voice rising with excitement and mischief as she tapped on the sketch like it was incriminating evidence.

He'd rather draw the President in a bunny suit, or naked, as he was prone to do after their fucking sessions, but he figured Nagatoro would stop her annoyance if he caved soon. "Fine. I'll draw you."

Her eyes lit up, but he lifted a finger before she could react. "One condition, though: you have to make your own outfit. Since I don't have none on me." Because this was an improvised event, and he didn't think beforehand.

"Alrighty, then," she smirked. "So what do you want me to wear? A swimsuit?" She struck a suggestive pose, her arms crossed and legs spread apart, showing off her slim, yet shapely figure. "Senpai's such a pervert-"

"Nope." He cut her short, and then added with a grin. "THAT, I want to draw." He said, pointing at the ridiculous outfit on the sketch.

God, the face she made. It was glorious.

But then, the day after, he was genuinely surprised when she did show up - donning that ridiculous cat-themed outfit. He snapped a photo, delighting in her shriek of shock when she saw it. Naoto chuckled, feeling proud of himself - teasing Nagatoro was really fun.

 


 

The President's unexpected arrival happened just as he locked the friends in the storage room. She came in, looking as prim and proper as ever. But Naoto noticed something - she looked... stern. And the silence between the two of them was heavy.

"Good afternoon, President." He greeted her, smiling wobbly. He opened his sketchbook - the one where he drew her - and showed the latest work - an illustration of one of the busts placed across the clubroom. "Look at this. Did it turn out alright?"

The President stared at the picture for a while, before answering him. "It is." Then she glanced to the table, littered with snacks and drinks. And then at the green couch Nagatoro had brought some weeks ago.

And then she stared back at him.

Oh boy, he didn't like that look.

-

'That's gotta be his ex.' Gamo had whispered to Nagatoro, smirking when she saw the tanned girl tense up. 'There's no way!' She snapped back.

-

She walked further inside, arms crossed under her tits. "I thought I'd do something for the culture festival." She said, her voice soft, her expression unreadable.

Naoto sighed internally, his shoulders slumping as he connected the dots - but he held back his conclusions, deciding to go with the flow. "An exhibit again, then? I was also going to do that - it'd be great if you could present something, too."

"Very well..." She muttered, and Naoto felt a chill down his spine as he watched her eyes wander around the room, fixing very pointedly on the messy table so much he almost cringed. "...there's another reason I came here today." She finally stated.

Naoto nodded slowly. "I see. What do you need from me?"

She took a deep breath. "I heard some... unsavory rumors, Hachiouji." He tensed up when she mentioned his name in a cold tone, and her face hardened when he shot a questioning glance at her. "That the art club has become a gathering place for some nasty characters."

He gulped, then he answered. "They... they are partially true." He confessed, knowing the rest wouldn't matter at this point.

She narrowed her eyes. "I see." She talked towards the table, speaking as she did, "I don't believe you'd invite people here to loiter." The slam of her hand on the table betrayed how angry she was. Naoto took a step back, startled by the sudden violence. "But a club room is NOT a place for merrymaking!"

"...What? Aaaah - Oh, no, no." He shook his head, trying to calm her. "We're not doing anything wrong, President." He paused, his face shifting into a confused frown as he realized something. "Did you seriously...?" Sana stared back at him, and Naoto was sure he was on the verge of being on the receiving end of a stern lecture, but he had to show her she was wrong.

He walked to the corner of the room, where, she realized, there several canvas props arranged neatly in a row. Naoto picked up one of the pieces, a small painting of a girl with her hands on her hips, glaring in defiance. "This is a piece I had worked on -" he turned around, presenting the girl to her. It was Gamo, who had struggled to keep her expression still as Naoto tried to sketch - until he gave up and snapped a photo of the ginger. "-I finished it this monday."

Sana stared at the piece for some time - and Naoto couldn't help but feel a little bit proud. He knew he was good with his hands, and even the President seemed to acknowledge that - in bed and in art - and now, he couldn't wait to show her what else he did. He placed the canvas back to its place, picking another instead - showing the painted visage of Yoshi staring out through the window, her vacant stare filled with sadness and loneliness (not real).

Another one - Sakura, in her school uniform, holding a vase filled with flowers on her lap with a gentle, lazy smile on her face. Nagatoro, sleeping almost serenely on the green couch with a background of a prairie behind her.

The President studied the paintings silently, then spoke softly, when he held the last canvas - the four girls hanging out together, the image exuding a sense of companionship - for her to see. "Who are they?"

"... I was going to tell you, but I had my doubts." He sighed, scratching his head. "Well, I didn't tell you before because it was going to be a surprise... I think I screwed it up."

"What do you mean?"

"I wasn't lazing around, you know." He shrugged, fixing his glasses as he looked at her with a smile. "The mess is just from the-"

"From us!" Nagatoro's voice quipped up as the four suddenly barged out of the storage room, the Neko-dressed girl posing dramatically as the other three waved towards her. She stopped right next to Naoto, smiling with unusual honesty and flushed cheeks as she patted his shoulder. "Senpai was working all day with these!"

She gestured to the paintings, as her expression sobered. "And that's not it! He even drew when we were hanging out at the beach, too!" She declared proudly, almost a little defensive. "You can ask us if you want."

A little embarrassed, Naoto scratched his head as he averted his eyes, while the President kept on staring at the paintings with a serious expression. Despite his explanation, he still felt there was a lot to unravel yet, feeling anxiousness inside him as she glanced up from Nagatoro's sleeping figure to the Neko-girl. She continued to study them, her face growing more serious.

Eventually, she spoke. "You should have told me about this sooner... I'm sorry," she sighed, palming her forehead with subtle guilt. "I've been so busy with cram school I didn't really had the time to visit."

"It's fine," Naoto reassured her, waving it off. "I'll clean it up later." He said, nodding to the snacks on the table. Sana nodded, relaxing her tense posture a little, before she spoke again. "Hachiouji," she began in an (only noticeable to him) awkward tone, "Can we speak in private?"

"Sure," he agreed, taking a step back and turning to the door. "Do you want to go somewhere?"

"We can leave, if you want." Gamo offered, and he nodded in response, grateful.

"Alright," he said, standing with Sana at the girls left one by one, with Nagatoro glancing back at him over her shoulder for a moment before she departed the room. The two waited for their steps to fade away, before he grabbed Sana by the waist and pulled her close. She didn't resist, placing her hands on his shoulders as she tilted her head. Naoto leaned down, planting a soft kiss on her lips and pulling back after a few seconds, only for her to meet his gaze. "I wouldn't ever do it, you know."

"Yes, yes, I should've known." She conceded, averting her eyes away with a sigh. "I'm sorry, I was worried." He kissed her again, receiving a little hum of approval from her. He smiled into the kiss, rubbing her back and shoulders - enjoying her touch. They broke off, a little string of saliva connecting them, before she took a deep breath.

"I don't mind." He admitted, kissing her cheeks and listening to her sigh, enjoying the feeling of her own hands travelling down to his waist and then between their bodies. He shuddered at that, leaning down to plant another soft kiss, and then took a deep breath. "I know you're serious about all of this." The club, art - it honestly touched and inspired him.

"Still," She breathed out, their cheeks rubbing together as he moved his hands along her body - he was already hard as a rock at this point, and he hoped she reciprocated his desire as well. He slid his hand down to her ass, squeezing it as he smooched her cheek, then he gripped her hips - sliding his hand further to stroke her ass and snatch through her panties, squeezing gently as he pressed her against his bulging crotch.

She groaned lightly, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he kissed down to her neck, then down to her collarbone, before she took his head in her hands and made him look at her eyes.

"I should've asked you." she said, the words carrying straight into his lips with how close they were. She pulled him into another kiss, and he moaned into it as she kept her hands on his jawline, leaving him nowhere else to focus except on her mouth, pushing herself onto him. Her tongue met with his, and he felt his cock press into her belly.

 "It's alright." He whispered into it, tilting his head to deepen the kiss - until she pushed herself up and spun around, dragging him by his shirt and to the couch, where she straddled him. The weight of her body made the air around him grow warm, and he reached up, gripping her butt - pulling her closer so she could grind her hips against him, moaning into the kiss. She kept grinding herself against him until he couldn't take it anymore, reaching up with one arm to wrap around her back, holding her tight against him - he wanted to feel every inch of her, even if it meant crushing his chest against hers.

"Hold on," she said, breaking their lockup, her voice wafting on his face. "Just a minute..." She pulled back, resting her ass on his crotch, a healthy flush gracing her stoic face.

"Hm?" Naoto questioned, tilting his head in confusion - but she was quick to respond, grabbing her skirt and bunching it on her lap as she pulled it over her shapely legs, revealing soft, unmarred skin. His eyes widened in surprise when he saw the sheer black thong, his mind immediately going to places he shouldn't be thinking right now - but his lustful thoughts were quickly silenced when he noticed something strange on the side of her thigh. "Is that...?" He breathed out, his chest rolling with something akin to a laugh, and she bit her lip, as her fingers fiddled with the little cable travelling into her pussy.

"I was experimenting," she muttered, the words barely audible. "I think I like this." She finished with a little moan - and Naoto couldn't help but twitch at the sensual sound. "I was... I wanted to show you..." She trailed off, biting her lower lip as she looked down at him with an uncertain expression. "Touch me more." She ordered softly, tilting her head to the side and opening her thighs further, baring more of herself to his eyes.

Naoto gulped, looking down at the smooth, white flesh of her thighs - the thin strip of black fabric running between the two, the material almost translucent, revealing the little pink cylinder inside. His eyes shifted up to her face, and she met his gaze with a coy smile - as if asking permission, and Naoto was quick to nod, leaning forward - burying himself in her warmth with one hand, while the other continued its exploration of her body, tracing her breasts and stomach. "You're so hot." he groaned, when his fingers hovered over a constant buzzing sensation coming from her snatch.

"Mhm," she murmured, closing her eyes as he continued his exploration. He slipped his index finger between her lips, moving the vibrator to the roof of her insides, feeling her wetness coating his digit as it brushed across the walls of her pussy - before pressing inward, forcing his digits into her slick depths. He felt her gasp out, her knees trembling slightly as he explored her, his thumb teasing the clit hidden beneath her folds, while his other hand continued to fondle her tits and rub her ass, making the teen girl tremble under him.

His teasing didn't even last five minutes - which felt like ten hours - before she stood up suddenly, pulling her skirt down with a huff along with her thong and the vibrator, letting them fall to the floor with a soft clatter. Naoto couldn't help but stare at her half-naked body for a moment - she was so beautiful, with her long, slender legs and perfectly thick thighs, with the hint of pink visible through a trimmed, healthy patch of hair - before she turned around, lying over the couch and presenting herself to him.

"Come here," she said, beckoning for him to join her. Naoto did so with a hurry, crawling up her body as he desperately undid his pants, releasing his throbbing dick to the air. "Give it to me." She commanded, begged, and he obeyed without hesitation, sinking his erection into her dripping snatch - eliciting a sharp groan from the both of them. "Ungh." She let her head fall, hiding her face behind a curtain of soft, long hair. "Ohh~" She exhaled, her hips buckling as he slid in deeper. "I can feel it..." She breathed out, tilting her pelvis upwards so he could sink deeper, a loud groan escaping her lips as his hips collided with her ass.

Naoto kept still, completely focused on the feeling of her inner walls clinging to him, tip to base. He was careful not to move too much, lest he came too fast - which he was keen to avoid, not wanting to finish too soon. He wanted to enjoy this - the rush of adrenaline in his veins, the feeling of being in control, of giving her pleasure instead of taking it. It was such a strange feeling - he never imagined he'd be in this situation - and he savored every moment of it, just taking in the sight of her full, soft ass in front of him.

God, her ass - he thought, staring at it in awe. Firm, soft - he could give so many words yet he'd never be able to fully describe it - the bounciness, the roundness, it was perfect. As his hands wandered up her back, grasping her small waist and holding her in place against him, he leaned down and kissed her neck, trailing kisses up to her ear, before whispering into it. "I'm gonna start now."

"Do it." She demanded, swaying her hips with his cock deep inside her, a little grunt escaping her throat - and he obliged.

He gripped her by the hips, pushing back into her and rocking her against the couch. The motion made their bodies slap together loudly, their breathing growing heavy - and he felt his balls tighten up, his cock swelling within her depths as he moved faster, his thrusts becoming harder. She gasped out each time, her nails digging into the arm rest as he knocked her womb as he did many times before, splitting her with his cock and stretching her walls. Her breath caught as he slammed his hips against her ass, clapping together with a dull smack as she clenched tight around him.

"Hah!" She grunted out, her head tipping backwards. "Ahhh...!" Her back arched as she rode his cock, her pussy pulling his shaft further in, squeezing him in its wet prison as he leaned down, planting a kiss on her neck as his hips pounded her with fast, hard strokes. He kept going, pushing her towards her first orgasm until he felt her body tense, her muscles clenching around his shaft.

He could feel her muscles clenching around him, squeezing tight and tight, milking his cock with her pussy - and he felt her bend her back even further, muffling her scream with the couch's surface as he made her cum again. He stopped, almost groaning loud enough to attract attention before he held himself, basking on the twitches and shudders that were racking through her body, her body trembling against the couch. He kissed along her neck and head, smelling her perfume - lavender with a touch of vanilla, the scent calming him.

Eventually, she calmed - but only for a second - before she sat up straight and pushed herself off his cock with a groan. "I want..." she shuddered, her disheveled state only stoking the fire in his loins. “I want you to hold my legs, and put your hands behind my head." God, the fact she said that with a straight face made him throb even more.

Naoto quickly complied - grabbing her by the waist and sliding her onto his lap, sitting on his thighs - then wrapped his arms around her thighs and placed his hands on her knees, keeping himself steady. Then he moved her legs with ease, bending them until they pressed against her humongous, needy tits - and he held them with an arm as his other hand grabbed his cock, aiming it straight at her entrance, swatting it. "Mm..." She moaned as he pushed it inside her, her hands gripping his arms as he buried himself inside her warm, slick channel - then started to pump his cock in and out, the sound of skin slapping echoing off the room as he fucked her in a full nelson.

"Mh. Ah, oh." She breathed out, her head hanging limp as she shivered under his assault, her hips dropping to meet him - and Naoto couldn't help but speak his mind.

"God, Pres-"

"Shh," she cut him off, shaking her head and grabbing a handful of hair on the side of his head. "I know," she said, biting her lip as she stared down at him. "Do it." They remained like this - her grabbing for dear like as his balls smacked against her clit, his dick plunging into her depths over and over.

"I'm gonna come," he said after a few minutes, panting heavily. His balls were absolutely pulsing now, his shaft stiff and sore but unable to stop thrusting, the sensation of her tight tunnel clamping around him was incredible - like a vice, tightening and releasing his sensitive organ every time he bottomed out inside her. "Can I-?"

“Cum inside me.” She said, and Naoto, already turned on beyond belief at the terse and incredibly hot order, followed through after a couple more thrusts, his arms squeezing her until she couldn't do anything else, finally hilting his cock up to the balls inside her snatch with such desperation that left the President shaken to her core and biting her lower lip, cumming buckets.

"Aaah~" He groaned out as he unloaded, filling her pussy with his seed until he could no longer take it, bucking his hips and emptying himself into her, a string of his cum leaking from her pussy and dribbling down her thighs as he kept grinding himself to the base, trying to fill her as much as he could. “Fuck! Fuck… Oh my god… I'm gonna- Ah! Fuck yes…” Naoto cried out as he kept hosing load after load of sticky white spunk into her pussy, filling it completely with gooey jizz. The President gasped in ecstasy as she felt his warm seed flood her womb. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered, gripping his head and his arm for dear life while she ground her ass against him, so that every last drop of his precious sperm was forced down deep into her womb. When Naoto had finished unloading inside her, they collapsed together on the couch, both spent from their lovemaking, the President basically melting on him and staring dazedly ahead.

 

 

With his cock still twitching inside her, Naoto let go of her legs, the President mewling as she was finally given rest from the helpless lock, and grabbed her ass with both hands, the motion squirting some cum through the tight grip of her pussy and across his cock before dripping on the couch. He pulled himself off the President, allowing her cunt to drool his seed all over his thighs until there wasn't any left, biting his lip at the sheer hotness of the sight. With a sigh of contentment, he placed her beside him, panting. They stayed like that for what seemed like minutes but could have been hours before either one spoke.

“Hachiouji," Sana said, while he was fondling her tit distractedly, basking in the blissful post coital glow. "I want you to keep away from that girl."

"Huh?" He blinked, stopping his groping for a moment. "Who?" He glanced at her steady expression, seeing no joke or trickiness behind it.

“You know who I mean," Sana said. "She's trouble. You don't need to be around her."

He frowned, confused by this sudden change of topic. "They're my muses, though," he scratched his cheek, averting his eyes as he grew bashful. "I kinda don't have anyone else to draw human anatomy from besides them."

Sana hummed, making him look at her again. She smiled gently, a knowing smile, and patted his cheek affectionately. “No wonder... you've been improving." She shook her head, looking away. "That's not why I told you to stay away, though."

"Then what is it?" He asked, confused, but he only got a shake of her head in reply.

“Just trust me." Was all she said.

They stared silently at each other for a few seconds, then the President leaned forward and kissed him, kissing him passionately for long enough to make him forget whatever she'd just told him. His lips parted when she pulled away, gasping in surprise.

“You're really good at that too, by the way," Sana chuckled, her eyes sparkling with obvious desire. Naoto blushed and looked down at the floor, feeling himself get hard again despite being spent earlier. He felt the President's hand snake between their bodies and grab his cock, massaging it slowly and teasingly.

“Mmm…" She moaned softly.

Naoto groaned under her ministrations and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her closer so that he could grind against her pussy. Sana scooted herself to the edge of the couch, offering him better access. Naoto wasted no time taking advantage of that opportunity, pushing himself into her slick folds and driving her over the edge once more, her inner walls clenching around him and squeezing out another stream of her honey.

“Ah!" Sana cried out, clutching the couch tightly. Naoto pounded her pussy hard, trying to match her frantic pace, desperate for release. As he felt his orgasm approach, his hips jerked up sharply and he unloaded his second thick load into the President's cunt, pumping wave after wave of his hot semen inside her. She mewled loudly, feeling her pussy flood even more with his sticky seed and the President bit her lip, unable to stifle her own cries as her orgasm overwhelmed her, her entire body shaking uncontrollably.

The President didn't stop, however, even as her orgasm subsided. Instead, she squeezed him inside her and held him there, milking his cock as much as she could with her pussy muscles. Naoto couldn't take it anymore. He started bucking his hips again, fucking the President furiously, unable to hold back. "God, President, you're so hot."

“Mmph!" Sana grunted, shuddering beneath him. Naoto kept thrusting, slamming his hips against her ass with such vigor that the sofa creaked. It was the President's turn to moan, letting out sighs or little encouraging whispers as he knocked the entrance of her pussy raw.

He grunted, watching her ass bounce against his pelvis repeatedly until he came inside her again, driving himself deep into her wet warmth and shooting rope after rope of cum into the President's insatiable snatch. This sent her over the edge and she came again, moaning loudly.

When he finally finished cumming inside her, he collapsed on top of the President, panting heavily. He slapped her ass, feeling her twitch from the burn and exhale in satisfaction at the cute noise. The President was breathing raggedly and he could feel her heartbeat through the clenching walls of pussy. He laid his cheek on her head, enjoying the soft scent of her hair, which smelled faintly sweet and reminded him of fruit. He listened to the sound of her breath, slowing down gradually. After several moments of silence, he opened his mouth to speak, but the President beat him to it.

"We should go, it IS almost late..." She said, but her hesitation was obvious.

Naoto frowned and sat up, slowly pulling out with a hiss, seeing how she didn't want to let go. More cum spilled out of the President's gaping vagina, splashing on the couch and pooling on the floor below. They'd need to clean that, before it left a stain.

He stood on shaky legs and offered his hand to her, and she accepted gratefully, helping herself to her feet. "It's been so long," she sighed, stretching her arms above her head, showing her luscious bosom. Naoto smiled at her. "Cramp sessions are going to be so boring without you."

“Don't worry, we can always meet up," Naoto said, and it was true - half of their fucking was spent on her or his home, a few times even doing it on public - behind the school, at the outskirts of the shrine, at the beach - most of the town's little secret spots have been used by Naoto and the President at least once, and they weren't done exploring yet.

"Hm, true enough." She nodded, sighing in gratitude when Naoto helped her stretch her back. "This has been fun, Hachiouji." Sana said, walking towards her clothes, slipping her thong back up, despite the continuous dripping of his sperm from her pussy.

"Y-Yeah, I think so, too." Naoto pulled his boxers up, staring at her body while she dressed. There was something about the President that always made him horny - be it her graceful beauty, her outrageous, controlled sex appeal, her dedicated mindset, her serious, dependent personality - or simply her all-around attitude that made Naoto want her, and right now, he had to fight the urge to pull her back into the couch and fuck her until morning.

Sana buttoned her shirt back up and grabbed her skirt, putting it on, pointedly leaving her bra off and putting the vibrator inside, plugging herself. "I have to say, though..." she said, smiling slightly. Naoto returned the smile, though a tad confused.

As she walked to his canvas - leaving her bra inside his bag - swaying her hips with an uncommon teasing air, she placed her hands on her hips, gazing on his drawing of Nagatoro. "You have indeed improved - your progress has been remarkable - but this." She gestured to the pieces. "This is unique."

“Haha, thanks, I guess." He replied, fixing his glasses.

“You're welcome," Sana said, nodding. She walked towards him, eyes soft as she wrapped her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder.

"Hm?" He asked, looking down at her in confusion.

“You're very talented, Hachiouji." She whispered. Naoto blinked, taken aback for a moment. "I can see a bright future ahead of you." She sighed, her breath warm against his neck. "If you ever need help or anything, you know where I am."

“Thank you," Naoto murmured. Sana pulled away from him and stepped back, her expression thoughtful as she gazed at him. "That is why I need you to be cautious around that tanned girl!"

“Oh?" Naoto raised an eyebrow at her sudden change of topic. "Nagatoro?" He waved his hand dismissively.  "She calls me gross all the time and only comes here to hang around." He smiled, a bit embarrassed.

Sana shook her head, her expression serious. "Disgraceful." Her voice grew cold and hard, like steel. Naoto looked at her, confused.

She seemed to realize something, and once again shook her head. "Never mind that for now." She turned around, heading to the door while saying, "I need to head to the student council to sign our participation at the festival." and began to walk away, but paused, turning back to face him one last time, a smile on her face. "I'll see you soon, Hachiouji."

“Yeah," Naoto said, smiling. "I'll see you tomorrow?"

“Yes. Same place, same time. Thank you for today."

“Anytime."

With a nod, the President slid the door shut behind her, and was gone.

Naoto collapsed on his seat, his shirt still open. He was covered in sweat and he felt himself grow hard again just by replaying today's events. With a groan, he willed himself to soften and packed his things, settling the chairs and props neatly into the storage room before he headed out the front door. He took a deep breath of the warm afternoon air, feeling refreshed by its crispness. It was a nice day. A perfect day.

 


 

As Naoto departed, he missed the quiet presence of a spell-shocked girl just lingering at the corner of the hallway, watching him with wide, orange eyes.

Gamo ground her thighs together, feeling herself leak some arousal through her chaste white panties, biting her pinky as the intense sex flashed again and again in her mind's eye. "Oh, that was so hot." She mumbled, brushing her fingers over her damp panties, feeling herself getting wet again. It was strange how she could get aroused just by thinking of the scene in the classroom with Paisen and the President, seeing him grab the dark-haired girl's humongous ass and... finish inside her so many times.

She couldn't help it, though! Frustrated and incredibly horny, the girl muttered under her breath as she skipped down the stairs, pausing every few steps so she could grind her pussy against her own thigh.

'I just saw Paisen do it with a girl!' She thought, ludicrous. 'He fucked her so good!'

Gamo's heart pounded as she imagined what it must've been like to be President herself in that moment. She could feel her pussy clenching at the thought of it and she moaned quietly as she hurried down the hallway, eager to get home and masturbate to the memory of that crazed session.

To be continued.