Back Room

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            “What a skeevy thing to do.  I guess he’d not much of an herbivore after all, huh?”

            “A perv after all!  Guahaha!”

            “So transparent.”

            Senpai flushed, ducking his head as the girls marched single file past him like he was in judgment.  Looking sidelong, ashamed of the predicament, he grumbled, “It-It’s not like I set this up.”

            “What’s that?  You’re the one who wanted this costume to draw!” guffawed Nagatoro, swatting his shaggy head over and over with her oversized plush cat paw.  “We told you there had to be a price to pay.”  She poked the point of her claw beneath his chin, making him yelp and stiffen with the fear of being punctured.  One eye widened and the other squinted in her usual glower.  “Don’t sulk, Senpai.  It’s just like in your eromanga!”

            “I-I said I don’t read it for that!” Senpai argued, flustered and priming his glasses on the bridge of his nose.  “It’s the artwork aesthetic that I…!”  He trailed off as Nagatoro pranced past him, and he laid his unprepared eyes on the semi-circle of asses presented to him.

            Gamo was engaged in some frivolous banter with Sakura about decorum and the blooming of their high school days, carelessly pulling up the hem of her school skirt to present her pompous posterior.  Senpai – or Paisen to her – gulped loudly, big eyes scanning over her rear and the scandalous underwear – Could a red string be called that?! – that she began to roll down.  Hers was the most buxom rump, though he wouldn’t say that made it the most eye grabbing.  Attraction was suggestive!  But he had to admit… it wasn’t bad to see her poised in front of him like that, asshole winking at him, baring even the shaven woman’s mound that was normally censored with black bars in his hentai doujins…  Argh!  Manga!

            “That’s right, that’s right!  Hee-hee-hee!”  Yoshi was agreeing with something her fellow blondes were saying; probably to Paisen’s detriment.  He sure didn’t like being subjected to their not-so-subtle mockery, but even in his pensive sulking, he felt it mattered little when he saw the white lace of her panties stretching across her cheeks.  They were softer by sight, dragging with the pull to her underwear – and Gamo had some fun stretching them out to let them snap to Yoshi’s supple waist.  Without a care, as if laughing about it, she descended those playful panties and joined Gamo in presentation, her pussy with a more prominent showing of trimmed hair than the larger blonde.

            “I certainly hope he doesn’t think about this at night all the time,” said Sakura wistfully, her cheery demeanor not matching her judgment.  She hiked up her skirt appropriately, giving some mystery to her figure as she shimmied out of her underwear, stepping carefully out of them one leg at a time and balling them into one hand before flipping up her skirt and flaunting her soft ass; smaller than the other two, it split wider down the middle and showed off her holes.  Her pussy was neither fully shaven nor furred like Yoshi’s, styled to a strip of yellow curls aligned with her snatch, pink lips full and flaring with arousal.

            Senpai stammered to himself, fixing his glasses, totally ignorant to the girl haunting behind him with an unreadable – yet wholly readable – stare.

            Nagatoro watched Senpai paying so much attention to her friends’ asses, he seemed to all but forget her.  Hmph!  Well, she’d show them!

            “Ta-da!”  In a full-on flourish, Nagatoro stripped herself from collar to loafers, leaving only the cat ear accessory – because it was cute and demonstrated her feistiness – as she struck a daunting pose in front of the flabbergasted Senpai.  Her tan lines fit to her usual swimwear, brandishing small but supple breasts with complimentary brown nipples – not a shade as dark as her tan would hint – a flat and rigid tummy, and a modest shock of dark hair in a narrow triangle over her puffy pussy.  Hers was perhaps the wettest, Senpai could not have helped noticing when his eyes were drawn to that place between her sinewy thighs.

            The cat paws might have been discarded too soon for her to be making such a feline pose, winking with one hand – acting like a paw – at her brow and the other pressed on her thrust-out bottom.  “What do you think, Senpai?  Everything you imagine when you touch yourself at night!  Creepy-creepy!  Perv!  Creeper!  Louse!”

            She was lashing at the recoiling Senpai; her words more harmful than her noodlelike arms flouting him.

            Yoshi pointed and laughed at him, “Creepy perv!  Gwaha!”

            “C’mon,” bemoaned Gamo, turning over and resting her cheek impatiently on her fist.  “You didn’t need to take all your clothes off for this, Hayacchi.”

            With Senpai beaten into submission, Nagatoro pivoted to them and pranced with one of her hysterical smiles.  “It’s all one costume, so it all had to come off.”

            Gamo muttered something that was ignored about the ears.

            “Did you see his face?” cackled Nagatoro, falling in line next to Gamo, shoving her ass in the air – fittest of the ones shown to him, with good, tight curves and a shy, tight opening between them – and jeering with her friends, Yoshi laughing too – “Beach louse!  Lonely beach louse!”

            The four girls juggled the names they gave him over their hangouts – “Creepy,” “Louse,” “Herbivore,” “Closet perv” – and Senpai just stood there, huddling with himself, glasses addressed though they were hardly askew.  Maybe fogged a little from his own blazing anxiety.

            “Oh?  Are you just going to stand there, Senpai?” Nagaroto asked in the brevity of seriousness.

            “Yeah,” Gamo mocked.  “Hayacchi is waiting.”

            Nagatoro immediately blustered and rebuked the notion while Yoshi laughed, “Waiting, waiting!”

            “How cute,” gushed Sakura, cupping the side of her face with a warm, thoughtful blush.  “They do it all the time alone, but she’d still impatient for him.”

            “N-N-No, that’s not it at all!” blabbed Nagatoro, frantically waving her hand in front of her, friends collectively laughing at her.  “I’m just saying it because he gets so upset!”  She flung out a finger, her eyes askew in her eager hilarity.  “Just look at the stupid expression on his face!”

            To that, the others had to agree, laughing and teasing that he was so obvious.  Senpai murmured behind his pursed lips, still futzing with his glasses like they were riding down his nose.  His jaw tensed, he wanted to shout at them and remind them that he didn’t have to do anything for them…

            “Sen~pai~♥”

            … but when she sang out to him, he looked and his anger melted to full-flushed embarrassment.

            Nagatoro was leering back at him; that mocking, sharp-toothed grin that she got whenever she was about to coax him past one of his thresholds.  He was certainly keen to her for reasons other than physical beauty, but he could not simply ignore – even if he tried – the buffet of booty facing him.

            Gamo, with her round, bodacious ass, pompous in size and stature, the entrance snug but totally exposed.  Yoshi’s plush ass second in size, but visibly soft; bouncy even, when she hopped impatiently on her toes, despite Gamo’s warnings not to be overzealous.  Sakura might not have been as buxom as the other two blondes, but there was a certain kind of wary comfort when she had to reach back and pull her cheeks apart to show off her hole.

            “So~♪”  Nagatoro flagged her hand back and forth, dismissively pleased with herself despite the single sweat drop on her brow.  “Who are you going to first, Senpai?”

            Gamo held a thumb to herself with a snide chortle.  “No doubt it’s me!  Boys can’t resist busty blondes!”

            “Busty, busty!” chimed Yoshi, leaping some more and making her tits gambol in her blouse.

            “I’m surprised he isn’t running away already,” Sakura laughed.

            “Hahaha!”  Nagatoro pointed Senpai’s way.  “He’ll surprise you!  Just wait, I know exactly who he’ll…!”

            “Kyah♥”

            Nagatoro stopped abruptly by Yoshi’s sudden squeal when Senpai went into strict action, moving behind her and shoving his face between her cheeks, immediately heading his tongue to her asshole like he’d been taught.  Nagatoro shared neither reaction from Gamo – who made a belligerent protest that she was more desirable than Yoshi – and Sakura, who congratulated the swooning Yoshi for being first on the pervert Senpai’s list.  Nagatoro just stared blank and intense as her friend keening and whining to her asshole being lapped at.

            “His tongue’s wet~♥” the blonde blubbered.

            “Of course, it’s wet.  It’s a tongue,” grumbled Gamo, watching the shaggy head move as the glasses tilted against the cheeky mounds.

            And still, just a single stare from the right end of the line.

            Why didn’t he choose me first…?

            Senpai licked evenly between Yoshi’s full cheeks; careful, paced lines across her sweet pucker, no discernable taste but his tastebuds tingled with each passing.  Momentarily, he rolled his eyes up, wondering how he’d gotten roped into this.  But then, with Nagatoro, he’d been doing a lot of things recently that he never thought he’d do.  He decided not to think about it and just try his best and push his tongue through her threshold.

            “Gahaha!”  Yoshi involuntarily kicked out like a mule, knocking Senpai back on his ass while she covered her wet asshole with her fingers; teasingly circling.  “Okay, that’s enough!  It tickles♥”  She laughed while sinking a finger into her rim.  Not much, but she’d get to herself later.

            “Ahem.”  Senpai fixed his glasses, hoping to reclaim some dignity after the dismount.  Behind the lens, his usually-dismal eyes flickered with determination.  He didn’t shillyshally with any sort of protocol.  He’d made up his mind and went for Sakura next.

            “Hey!” fumed Gamo, shaking a fist.  “Just what is this?!”

            “I guess you’ll have to wait your turn,” hummed the blushing Sakura as Senpai started licking her asshole.

            The flavor was noticeably different here; fruity, but with the unpleasant chemical aftertaste.  She must spray perfume under her skirt, anticipating someone’s nose, but no regard for tongue.  Still, Senpai was diligent and licked in elaborate circles; wide arches or quick rotations that hones at her clenched hole.  Though he couldn’t see it from this vantage, Sakura’s styled, rosy quim quivered with excitement.

            The shorthaired blonde swooned, heaving across the storage boxes she was impressed upon.  She squeezed her supple but small breasts and made a swift beeline to her quim, threading through the slight patch of hair to probe her pussy.

            Intrigued, Gamo picked herself up, looking over Yoshi’s still-gestating body – tics of laughter as her fingers continued to repeat the motions of Paisen’s tongue – and observing his technique.  She had to give credit; the undulation and form of his tongue was pretty well practiced.  With a sharp grin, she turned to Nagatoro.  “How long have you been training him, Hayacchi?  He acts like a pro!”

             Blinking out of her stupor, Nagatoro forced a trite laugh.  “Well, it-it just takes diligence, I guess.”

            “Heh!  I wouldn’t have suspected if from him.”  She cocked her head back.  “He seems like the type to think missionary is a risky position!  Haha-hey!”  Her large body surged forward suddenly, reacting to the tongue flopping between her ass cheeks, moving in bold curls, licking.  Just when had he swapped from Sakura?!

            Sakura was already finished, aided by her own fingers, happy to have had her ass eaten out until she came.  She waved him off dizzily.  “Go to Gamo-chan before she gets angry.”

            He did just that, seizing her thick thighs, jamming his way into the bawdy blonde’s cleft, devouring her with a certain vengeance for all her provocations.  Not so cocky now; at least not until she got her bearings, grabbing onto the edges of the desk like she was being pushed forward.  With a seething laugh like a challenge, she glared back at the head buried up against her butt.  “S-So!  Feeling cocky now, Paisen?  Well, go on!  Eat my asshole like an herbivore!”  She wasn’t stationary like the two other blondes; she pressed back against his mouth, nearly knocking him over, if not for his hands anchoring to her legs.  She gyrated, rubbing, jubilating as she showed that she could clap her ass with the right momentum.  It was certainly a wild ride for him; by the time he was done, her hips shivering, his glasses sat lopsided and his mouth and nose were a mess from his own saliva.

            But Gamo wasn’t about to risk losing composure in front of Paisen.  He was good at licking her pucker, but she wasn’t going to let him know it by cumming for him.  Instead, she flagged him off in a more aloof manner than Sakura.  “I guess it’s finally Hayacchi’s turn.  So get to licking, Paisen.”

            “Get to it!” Yoshi echoed, feeling amorous as she clung to Gamo’s chest, groping through clothes at the large bust.

            When Senpai, after adjusting his glasses, looked to his tan friend, she jolted.  Awkwardly, she scratched at her cheek and fumbled, “I-I guess I don’t have a choice since everyone else has had their turn.”

            “R-Right,” Senpai replied, and then shuffled slowly to the spot behind her.

            “Hey, waitaminut!” Nagatoro exploded.  “Why are you moving so fast?  G-Give me a second to get ready!”  An odd statement, as he had moved slowest to get to her.

            “Aw, what’s the matter?” Gamo teased as Yoshi kissed and licked down her throat to the unbuttoned portion of her blouse.  “I thought you guys do this all the time, Hayacchi?”

            “We do!  I mean…!”  Despite her dark complexion, Nagatoro’s cheeks went aflame.  With a moment’s respite, she suddenly went “Ha!” and tossed a tassel of her hair over her shoulder.  “No big deal.  C’mon, Senpai!  Get to licking!”

            Gamo and Sakura joined in a chant – “Lick-Lick-Lick!” – while Yoshi scooped out one of Gamo’s huge tits to rub her mouth across the hardy pink nipple.

            Senpai usually didn’t do well under this kind of pressure.  He didn’t want to disappoint, but Nagatoro was behaving as unusual as ever, trying to whistle nonchalantly as his mouth neared the asshole he’d licked almost a dozen times before.  On the couch, while she bent over his canvas, on the way home from school.

            Her reaction when his tongue finally touched her anus, they could have thought he had rubbed an ice cube up her spine!  A loud, sudden squeal!  Gamo, Sakura, and even mouthful-of-breast Yoshi burst into laughter after the initial shock of it.  They mocked Nagatoro with variations and imitations of how she sounded.

            “He just startled me!” professed Nagatoro defensively before devolving into a shuddering, twitching mess of herself as Senpai circled her rim, honing in on her twitching entrance; she flinched and flexed involuntarily when she felt the pressure mount on that tiny hole.  Her face with through varying expressions, losing a cringing smile amongst the myriad of impulsive curls of her lips and squints of her eyes.

            “Hey, not bad, Paisen.”  Gamo and the other girls ringed around him, her standing tall with her arms bunched up underneath her exposed tits, both nipples shimmering under Yoshi’s saliva.  “You got her really acting up, and just from tonguing her ass!  You’re not even playing with her pussy.”

            “Impressive,” said Sakura, cheek in her hand like she was observing a romantic couple.

            “Be quiet…!” Nagatoro stressed, arms all crooked, hands angling to cling to something for mental stability.  She was facedown on the desk, grinding her forehead, breathing heavily.  “He-He’s not gonna—mph!—make me cum…!”  It sounded more like a resolution than a fact, and her friends weren’t buying it.

            “Oh?  Is that so?”  Gamo huffed a laugh, leaning backward.  She might not have let Paisen get the better of her, but Nagatoro was an entirely different matter.  Without warning, she smacked her palm down on Senpai’s wild hair, stuffing him into Nagatoro’s ass, suffocating him and making the tan girl squeal and arch.  “C’mon, Paisen!  She says you’re not gonna make her cum!  It’s because you’re acting like an herbivore!”

            “Herbivore!  Herbivore!” sang Yoshi.

            “Now eat that asshole like it’s your last meal!” Gamo ordered with great delight.

            Whether or not he was doing it on her behalf, there was no hint.  His hands just settled more appropriately on her rump, thumbs closer to her hole to stretch her apart, and his tongue resumed its fervent lashing, making more headway to getting past the threshold while the trio behind him cheered him on.

            Nagatoro twisted and writhed, biting her lip and crossing her eyes, trying to ignore the bursts of pleasure in her brain.  Her pussy convulsed hungrily, wanting something to hug and complete the road to her orgasm.  Alone with Senpai, she played it off like it was her intention to wet his face with her orgasm, just wanting to see him react to the shock of it!  She didn’t need to posture to seem like she was the toughest of her friends.

            But her nipples – hard and pebbled to being uncomfortable – weren’t satisfied rubbing against the flat, smooth surface of a table, wanting to be pinched instead, and tugged and fondled.  She wanted to rub her clit and piss in Senpai’s face when that annoyingly-talented tongue of his wagged against her sensitive parts.  His reactions were always so loud and hysterical; she would go to bed laughing those days.

            Now, though…

            Stop!  Her eyes crossed, the flush becoming fevered as she tried to resist cumming to Senpai methodically rounding her anus or stabbing directly at it with the intent to get inside.  You’re… gonna make me…!

            “Ara?!  Are you there?” Gamo teased.  “You almost got her, Paisen!  Just a little more…!”

            Nagatoro didn’t let it!  With a wild shout, arching off the desk, she behaved irregularly – even for her – and got those in attendance off guard in time to remove her ass from Senpai’s mouth.  He stayed frozen, hands still where they had been when the rump was in his face; even his shy tongue was still peeking out.  He blinked dumbly.

            “Gahahaha!”  Frantically, overcompensatingly, Nagatoro threw an arm under her ribs and pointed a finger in his face.  “See?!  Look at that expression!  Didn’t I tell you it was the funniest?!”  She continued laughing loud, mocking him, bringing focus away from her buckling knees and the embarrassing drizzle from her pussy.

            The other girls stared for a moment before joining in.  Gamo returned her arms crossing under her bust, lifting them slightly.  “He does look pretty stupid,” she agreed with a chortle.

            More reserved, Sakura mused, “What an embarrassing face to make,” while Yoshi pandered descriptions of its shame.

            Immediately, Nagatoro knelt beside him – still a little shaky from her partially-fulfilled orgasm – to laugh in his face, shoving a finger hard into his red cheek.  “His tongue’s still hanging out!  And his hands were up!  Aw~  Did you like the taste of my asshole, Sen~pai~♥”

            “Not bad for an herbivore.”

            “Herbivore~♪”

            Humiliated, Senpai ducked his head, pulling at the right band of his glasses, trying to form a look of reproach and indignation to their taunting.  “You-You were the ones who made me do it!”

            The girls all laughed, telling him not to look so down and that he should feel lucky.  Nagatoro even boosted herself, preening, “Looks like I taught him well, huh?!”