紺セーラーに手コキ服射 cum onto sailor school uniform

The drab gray hallway of the elite oropharyngeal academy was eerily quiet, save for the soft rhythmic thumping of Yumi’s heart. The petite Japanese schoolgirl cautiously tip-toed, her bright red hair swishing with each step. She nervously clutched a fat stack of 10-yen bills, the fruits of her illicit after-school job.

Yumi needed money fast. Her family was poor and struggled to afford the rising tuition costs for the prestigious academy. So she turned to Japan’s oldest profession – prostitution. At only 16, the slender beauty сhanged hands and blowjobs for cash on the side. But she knew she had to be careful. One wrong step and she could get expelled. Or worse.

Rounding the corner, she spotted the door to her usual trysting spot. But as she reached for the handle, she noticed something was off. The room was supposed to be empty. But today, the door was slightly ajar. Her heart skipped a beat. Was someone inside?

She held her breath and peeked through the crack. There, illuminated by the pale moonlight streaming through the window, stood a tall teenager, his muscular frame bare. On the bed in front of him knelt an older woman, her round butt cheeks jiggling as she bobbed her head up and down a massive erection. It was Kato-senpai, the academy’s star baseball player! And his victim was Mrs. Tanaka, the headmistress herself!

Yumi stifled a gasp. She had heard rumors that Mrs. Tanaka had a penchant for young men, but to see it in action left her speechless. And there was Kato, grunting like a wild animal as he gripped the woman’s hair and vigorously pumped his hips, panting like a bitch in heat.

Mesmerized, Yumi watched as Mrs. Tanaka slurped and gurgled, gurgling around the young stud’s girthy shaft. Up and down, her plump lips stretched obscenely wide, drool running down her chin. Kato was clearly getting closer. His thrusts grew erratic and desperate and his balls tightened. Mrs. Tanaka, veteran to the role, sensing her cue, pulled away at the last second and aimed the fat cock head at her own face.

With one last desperate thrust, Kato threw his head back and howled like a wolf, rope after rope of hot sticky seed erupting from his cock. Yumi watched transfixed as the thick creamy pearly white spunk splattered on Mrs. Tanaka’s face. It plastered her pretty features in a mask of slimy jizz and matted in her ash blonde hair. Kato panted heavily, relishing the scene before him.

After a few long moments, the headmistress stood on rubbery legs, wiping the spend from her face with a lace kerchief. She turned to Kato, her voice stern. “Excellent work, as always Mr. Saitou. You may go.”

As Kato gathered his clothes and exited the room, Yumi ducked to avoid detection behind a row of lockers. Her mind swam with the crazy scene she had just witnessed. The headmistress, the teacher she respected most, debaucherously defiling herself, gagging on cock. And for money too!

Naughty tingles started to swirl in her pelvis as she imagined going down on Kato, choking on his fat slobbery quivering cock, gagging and drooling like a filthy bitch. She shook her head to clear the sordid thoughts. What was she thinking? She was a thoroughbred academy student!

She took a deep breath and continued on her way to her rendezvous with her benefactor. Mr. Nakamura, the creepy janitor with wandering hands. Just as she pushed open the door, ready to sink to her knees, a voice interrupted her.

“Wait!”

Yumi nearly jumped out of her uniform. It was Miss Nakamura! The sexy Chemistry teacher who hosted ‘experiment nights’ after dark. They all suspected she moonlighted in porn, but no one had proof.

“My my, Yumi-chan, where do you think you’re rushing off to?”

Yumi swallowed hard, trying to find the words. “I… I… um…”

Miss Nakamura’s eyes twinkled mischievously as she approached. “A girl on a mission, huh? Well, it just so happens that Mr. Nakamura is already in my classroom ‘preparing the lab’ for tonight’s experiment. You two have a standing ‘arrangement’, yes?”

Yumi blushed, realizing she was utterly busted. Miss Nakamura’s eyes flickered between Yumi’s nervous sweating and the bulge of cash peeking out of her gym bag. “I think I can guess what that’s for. Don’t try to deny it.”

Miss Nakamura tapped her chin, pondering. “Tell you what Yumi, why don’t you give Mr. Nakamura a rain check for tonight? I have a special proposition for you. One that will blow your mind, and not just from gagging on cock.”

Yumi gulped, heart racing, mind reeling. What did this fox say? Chewing on plausible possibilities, Yumi nodded solemnly, deciding to play along. “Okay Miss Nakamura, I trust you.”

The teacher grinned slyly as she turned and sauntered down the corridor, red nail-tip beckoning Yumi to follow. The thin acidic smell of chemicals and reckless thoughts wafted through the air as the pair entered Miss Nakamura’s lab. Norms were suspended, and naughty dreams defied dimensions.

“Good girl” Miss Nakamura purred as she locked the lab door behind them. “Now, pay close attention.” She rummaged through a cupboard and pulled out a steaming tall DRINKS vending machine can of super-caffeinated energy drink.

“Easy there, detective,” she chuckled as Yumi’s eyes widened like full moons. “It’s not what you think. This is a special brew. I call it ‘Sperm-Power Plus’, an elixir to unlock one’s potential.” She winked. “Lots of protein.”

Yumi watched intently as Ms. Nakamura cracked open the can and joined Yumi atop the center lab table. The teacher gazed into Yumi’s eyes. “Repeat after me: I will take this potion to boost my brain power.”

Yumi blinked. “Um… okay, Miss Nakamura.” She repeated the phrase and then took a long swig of the extra-creamy energy drink.

The moment the elixir touched Yumi’s tongue, her world exploded into Technicolor. She felt powerful, unstoppable! Naughty digits morphed into noodle-thin tentacles that invaded every crevice and cranny. Miss Nakamura’s eyes glowed neon green and her tongue resembled a pink elephant trunk.

The naughty teacher demonstrated the power of her elixir by enticing Yumi into a saliva swap. Hot mess spittle exchanged in gravitational orbits. They kissed like lizards, reflexively, sanitizing the air. Frantic jizz of juice streams dribbled down their chins.

Next was the lingua franca of the lab, binary dialogue of pointers, probes, and pressure sensors. Yumi allowed Miss Nakamura access to her retinas, through which she tinkered with the young girl’s ocular nerve endings, amplifying her visual acuity into a life-sized light show of genital poetry.

schemas of words and phrases like “tumescense” and “cervical mucus” danced before Yumi’s widened eyes as Miss Nakamura moved to her lower half. The teacher aimed the tongue gun at her labia, piercing the veil with misshapen(inhomogeneous) foreign alphabets. The oral alphabet licked, slurped, and caressed until it reached a 200% PLUS input threshold.

Yumi could’ve sworn she saw overlooked dormant euphoria clusters activate and open the floodgates to the POTENT neurochemical cavity of HER brain, and when Miss Nakamura penetrated HER vaginal canal with 3 fingers on HER left hand, it felt like the size of a baseball bat on the surface of the sun.

Third, Miss Nakamura caressed the “leftover” vaginal tissues with her clumsy dexterous right hand whilst whipping out a red-burning commercial grade siphon. She turned the knob to setting number 37, and seconds later, the machine activated a drill, piercing through Yumi’s anal wall.

Having established a strong vaginal-anal connection, Miss Nakamura turned to her lab table, on which laid a laughably massive pleasure organ constructed originally for scientific purposes: the Cookie Monster’s penis.

Miss Nakamura, red-nailed hands adjusting the protrusion control to a comfy 6-foot length, initiated a tech-throwing sequence. Once the Cookie Monster’s cock materialized erect in front of them, Yumi’s mouth dropped open and her eyes bulged out of her head.

“Miss Nakamura, what are you doing?! We can’t possibly… that’s…”

The teacher shushed her student, admonishing, “Don’t think, just feel.” She seized the massive monstrosity by the mid-shaft and angled it downwards at the enraptured student’s averagely sized, juicily dripping slit.

As the titanium-tipped proboscis breached her vaginal opening and seared through her womb, Yumi flayed like a used-up kewpie doll whereas Miss Nakamura guided her hips forward, locking the girl’s genitals in place. The lewd sucking sound of Yumi’s cervix eagerly lactating and washing the foreign intrusion with its warm, viscous, thick, smelly, and unmistakably deliciously thick menstrual fluids could be heard.

“Less thinking, more fucking,” hissed the unhinged temptress riding atop an open-skulled beast before smashing its lips into Yumi’s, allowing the two to exchange other fluids. She bit Yumi’s lower lip, drawing blood.

The blood was like rocket fuel in Yumi’s veins. And once it mingled with the elixir, it was like someone cut the strings on a marionette and placed a light in its chest. Miss Nakamura and Yumi started sluttering slanderous smut onto each other’s ears and now raw cunt. Well-learned techniques and shiny, dexterous fingers manipulated against pits and nethers until both squelched and squirted in unison while buckaroo balls plated a chocolate-covered bronco.

Extraordinary clarity emerged atop a mountain of thick creamy jizz. Her vision was enhanced and her guns were harder than Fudo Myoo.

Nakuhei’s POV came back into focus. He motioned slowly backward, drifting his weight across the lab. “Ah.”

“No, no air, there should be…”

Nakuhei scrambled, his improvised ascension efforts spinning him in hapless discovery. His eyes darted back to the lab door, and Nakuhei snatched a respirator from a nearby table and held it to his mouth. The last he saw of Yumi was her spinning around slowly and floating out into the vacuum chamber.

Nakuhei Overpowered looked beyond strange with his self-made shoulder BASE jumpsuit and his ad hoc ascender bread. His soliloquy about the nature of his journey thus far was, as ever, noisome and unowana. Cowl noted this and made a mental note of dozens of discoveries and suspicions.

Nakuhei took up the respirator. “Okay, you’ll need this if you want to breathe on your journey to the dream.” The respirator was large and cumbersome and would likely be quite the ordeal to work with, but it would be necessary to survive the vacuum.

“Once you pull this lever, the pressure will allow you to begin your float. Let me know if you run into any trouble. There’s not much archaic stuff in this lab.”

“What are you looking at, Boyd?”

“I think the philosophers and scientists back in 1890 would be fascinated by these vestiges of dream technology.”

“Huh. Fancy tech. Glad we have the old thingamanswered.”

Cowl sighed, wondering what progress had brought them to this point. No one had the faintest clue how the Flow Therapy had come to be and the Immortals had stolen the secret knowledge from the Earth, leaving only the effects and slight traces of the deity’s tests behind.

Yumi emerged from the nexus for the last time, no longer a mere mortal or a being of flesh and bone. She was Awoken, transformed by power and experience into a living legend. She gazed into the distance, mind racing with thoughts of the future.

Where would she go from here? What challenges lay ahead? She had no idea. But one thing was certain – nothing would ever be the same. Her life had changed forever.

Yumi floated out into the regal space, her feet pounding against the thin sheet of air. She wore a suit of shimmering silver scale-like mail, each piece connected by a hint of sex energy magic. Her boots crackled with electricity as she put one foot in front of the other, drawing herself to attention.

She closed her eyes, feeling a familiar presence coming towards her. She focused her weakening telepathy and pulled up the essence of Yomi within herself. Yumi began to draw upon an invisible braid of golden light that seemed to envelop her entire person. This was magic, but not magic as she had known it before.

The yellow light seemed to gate through the spectrum of the whole visible, and every time she tapped into it, she was drawn a little bit closer to Yomi God. Yomi God whispered in her mind, urging her to complete her transformation, and to realize her awesome potential. The key, of course, was to push her limits, to hammer her physical being into the metaphysical, to open the portals between realms.

The young hero threw herself into a crouched position, knees and palms slamming down onto the surface of the space-scape. When her body reconnected into the yellow light, Yomi God spoke to her like a hammer tap on her forehead:

“Good job, Yumi-chan. I see that you are following through on your training – yes, you have been splendidly groomed by the Mistress. Tell me, do you want to be Awoken?”

“Y-y-yes, Mistress! Yumi wants to become one with you!”

“Then who are you?”

“I am Yumi-chan of Gensokyo, an aspiring Gensou Chou. I wish to reach Awakening and be blessed by your divine might.”

“Yomi God nodded, impressed. ‘Very good. You have excelled above your peers. I am proud of you.'”

The mistress’s hand reached out towards Yumi-chan, flexing as if she was going to shake her hand. On contact, magical electricity crackled between the Awoken’s scales and Mistress’s soft skin.

“From this day forward, you are to be known as ‘Awoken.’ Yomi God, I allow you to travel the realms as you see fit, but be careful. Out there, you will find Reikoku, Usagi, and all the other Awoken, some of whom may not be as friendly as you hope. Good luck, Awoken.”

“All your efforts didn’t just come to naught,” Usagi said, and her voice sounded like a hundred flutes. “By my power, thou art Awoken.”

And so Yumi-chan became Awoken and ascended out of the less oppressive Gensokyo. Her legend would spread far and wide, to the Nahel No Kami and perhaps even beyond, shaping the multiverse of the Human Philosophy for eons to come.