Pleasure School
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
16,076
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapta two
A/N chapter two! The sure fire way to get straight As’! Inspired by a NC-17 doujinshi I seen.
Rumiko-Chan was your average Japanese schoolgirl. She tried to be a sex symbol by hiking the skirt of her sailor girl uniform up as high as she could. She wore white panties and tried to act very Lolita. She was in fact a Lolita, the most beloved kind, the schoolgirl Lolita.
She was a little on the skanky side of this, though. Her skirt barely covered her ass; in fact it didn’t totally cover it, giving her the hip-hop video sort of look. In didn’t take much more than a slight tilt of the head for a Lolita lover to see right up that tiny skirt of hers.
And Rumiko-Chan loved that fact. She liked to see the men tilting their heads to see her white panties, or sometimes, even her pussy. But that was a rare luxury that she rarely granted…to strangers.
The Eighteen year old entered the classroom and glanced about. The only two who were seated thus far were Hiroyuki Moshimoto and Skye Murakami, two of the sluttiest guys she had seen as of yet. They were basically weird male Lolita.
They definitely didn’t need to be in Sex Ed.
She fell into the seat directly in front of her teachers’ desk and sat with her legs up on her desk, giving the 30 something man a perfect view of her panties.
Rumiko glanced forwards the door as she heard a soft teal of laughter. Miyumi. How she hated that girl. She was odd. She had dyed her cute schoolgirl Lolita uniform black, and kept the skirt knee length. Gothic Lolita. Oh, Gods, save me now, though Rumiko, smirking slightly.
The pale Caucasian girl glared at her. Weren’t Canadians supposed to be nice? Rumiko asked herself, glaring back at the other teenager. Even if she was so disgustingly gothic, she was quite sexy. Rumiko would give her what she wanted, if she was nice.
Oh, my. Rumiko grinned wickedly at such a though. Little Miyumi laid out on the teachers’ desk, her little thong yanked from her body, Rumikos’ fingers thrusting in and out of her tight canal.
Lolita wannabe Rumiko squirmed slightly in her seat as she felt her body warming at the thoughts not meant for this place. Oh how every one would react to how she was thinking. She could cause the entire school to break out in an orgy…if she had super de duper sex powers, like in hentai movies.
Miyumi and her gothic clique wandered back to their little corner and Rumiko was left fantasyless and bored once more. Soon later the class began to fill up, until finally their teacher arrived.
Unfortunately, Mr. Nakamura hadn’t properly prepared for this class. Well, unfortunately for Rumiko and Miyumi, not him or even the rest of the class.
He fell into his squishy seat, his dark chestnut eyes widened and narrowed as he smiled at the semi-faux Lolita girl who sat before him. His little half Asian student was cute, and not to mention easy. Oddly her classmates seemed oblivious to this facet of her.
Suddenly he was perfectly prepared for class.
At the back of the room Miyumi stiffened suddenly, sensing something horribly wrong. Or perhaps she was just crazy. Most likely it was the latter.
Our Caucasian with a Japanese name tilted her head slightly then snapped herself into ‘perfect posture’.
“Class,” Mr. Nakamura snapped suddenly. “Demonstrations, they are a good part of learning, yes?” The class nodded slowly, wondering where this was going while Miyumi began to pray she had simply misunderstood the words. This better not be fucking going where I think it is. She thought, glancing at her adorable platinum-haired boyfriend.
“Michiko,” Nakamura-sensei said loudly. The cute green haired girl raised her eyes slowly. They were hidden behind perfectly round Harry Potter glasses, but flickered like embers when er name was mentioned. Both Rumiko and Miyumi knew the girl probably suspected what was happening. She was far too smart; she got A+’s in every single class, even here, in a Japanese school [1].
“Hai, Nakamura-Sensei?” She asked, her eyes becoming icy.
“Come to the front of the class, now.” She stood slowly, her eyes never leaving his face; her thick green hair fell over her eyes as she stepped slowly towards the front, the tendrils glistening under the man-made lights.
When she finally reached the front, and turned to face the class she was met by confused eyes, and Rumiko’s panties. Great. Her cheeks took on red tint before she quickly cast her eyes away.
“Lift your skirt.” These were Nakamura-Sensei’s words.
A/N Now, you want more? REVIEW!
Rumiko-Chan was your average Japanese schoolgirl. She tried to be a sex symbol by hiking the skirt of her sailor girl uniform up as high as she could. She wore white panties and tried to act very Lolita. She was in fact a Lolita, the most beloved kind, the schoolgirl Lolita.
She was a little on the skanky side of this, though. Her skirt barely covered her ass; in fact it didn’t totally cover it, giving her the hip-hop video sort of look. In didn’t take much more than a slight tilt of the head for a Lolita lover to see right up that tiny skirt of hers.
And Rumiko-Chan loved that fact. She liked to see the men tilting their heads to see her white panties, or sometimes, even her pussy. But that was a rare luxury that she rarely granted…to strangers.
The Eighteen year old entered the classroom and glanced about. The only two who were seated thus far were Hiroyuki Moshimoto and Skye Murakami, two of the sluttiest guys she had seen as of yet. They were basically weird male Lolita.
They definitely didn’t need to be in Sex Ed.
She fell into the seat directly in front of her teachers’ desk and sat with her legs up on her desk, giving the 30 something man a perfect view of her panties.
Rumiko glanced forwards the door as she heard a soft teal of laughter. Miyumi. How she hated that girl. She was odd. She had dyed her cute schoolgirl Lolita uniform black, and kept the skirt knee length. Gothic Lolita. Oh, Gods, save me now, though Rumiko, smirking slightly.
The pale Caucasian girl glared at her. Weren’t Canadians supposed to be nice? Rumiko asked herself, glaring back at the other teenager. Even if she was so disgustingly gothic, she was quite sexy. Rumiko would give her what she wanted, if she was nice.
Oh, my. Rumiko grinned wickedly at such a though. Little Miyumi laid out on the teachers’ desk, her little thong yanked from her body, Rumikos’ fingers thrusting in and out of her tight canal.
Lolita wannabe Rumiko squirmed slightly in her seat as she felt her body warming at the thoughts not meant for this place. Oh how every one would react to how she was thinking. She could cause the entire school to break out in an orgy…if she had super de duper sex powers, like in hentai movies.
Miyumi and her gothic clique wandered back to their little corner and Rumiko was left fantasyless and bored once more. Soon later the class began to fill up, until finally their teacher arrived.
Unfortunately, Mr. Nakamura hadn’t properly prepared for this class. Well, unfortunately for Rumiko and Miyumi, not him or even the rest of the class.
He fell into his squishy seat, his dark chestnut eyes widened and narrowed as he smiled at the semi-faux Lolita girl who sat before him. His little half Asian student was cute, and not to mention easy. Oddly her classmates seemed oblivious to this facet of her.
Suddenly he was perfectly prepared for class.
At the back of the room Miyumi stiffened suddenly, sensing something horribly wrong. Or perhaps she was just crazy. Most likely it was the latter.
Our Caucasian with a Japanese name tilted her head slightly then snapped herself into ‘perfect posture’.
“Class,” Mr. Nakamura snapped suddenly. “Demonstrations, they are a good part of learning, yes?” The class nodded slowly, wondering where this was going while Miyumi began to pray she had simply misunderstood the words. This better not be fucking going where I think it is. She thought, glancing at her adorable platinum-haired boyfriend.
“Michiko,” Nakamura-sensei said loudly. The cute green haired girl raised her eyes slowly. They were hidden behind perfectly round Harry Potter glasses, but flickered like embers when er name was mentioned. Both Rumiko and Miyumi knew the girl probably suspected what was happening. She was far too smart; she got A+’s in every single class, even here, in a Japanese school [1].
“Hai, Nakamura-Sensei?” She asked, her eyes becoming icy.
“Come to the front of the class, now.” She stood slowly, her eyes never leaving his face; her thick green hair fell over her eyes as she stepped slowly towards the front, the tendrils glistening under the man-made lights.
When she finally reached the front, and turned to face the class she was met by confused eyes, and Rumiko’s panties. Great. Her cheeks took on red tint before she quickly cast her eyes away.
“Lift your skirt.” These were Nakamura-Sensei’s words.
A/N Now, you want more? REVIEW!