In the end, given how many times he’d been te to css recently, Kenta decided it was probably a good idea to take roll call for one. Plus, with Usagi being a new student, she'd have to get acclimated to how things worked around Bakunyuu as well. Properly, this time, and not the kind of orientation that had her swallowing his cock. ... He still kind of wanted her to go back to doing that, though, she was pretty good at that. Once he’d taken care of that - introducing Usagi to the girls and making sure everything was situated well enough, the next order of business was csses. Then he could finally pull Fluttershy aside and find out exactly why she'd pulled such a prank in the first pce. He still couldn't really believe it, but it was probably not a good idea to fixate on it before hearing it from her directly. After that... he’d go see the nurse for that checkup that Celestia wanted him to get. So, with the game pn finally into pce, Kenta finished toweling off, got dressed, and turned back to Usagi and Celestia with a smile on his face. "Alright. Usagi, lemme know when you're ready and we'll head to css and get you introduced! Sorry again for the uh.... weird start. I kinda lost control of things there. Still not exactly sure what happened!” He looked over at Celestia with a bit of a shrug. It was weird that they did spend that much time in what should have been a brief meeting. Celestia was a pervert, but she usually wasn't that much of one, right? Soon enough, they were on their way. Kenta got Usagi to css, took roll and drifted away into his own thoughts as the girls chatted and pyed... and while all that was going on, Kenta took a quiet moment of introspection. He noticed the strangest sensation down between his legs. Ever since fucking Usagi inside and out, stretching her, pounding her, and just generally working her around his dick like a pretzel, he felt a little unusual. Definitely something strange going on with his dick, yeah. It had a peculiar heat to it... like it would be ready to jump up and get erect at a moment's notice. His shaft felt slightly achey, and it was much more noticeable the way his balls throbbed and sloshed. They felt bigger, fuller, and just generally tighter, as if his sperm were really packed in there now. He felt hungrier than usual, and when he had a quick snack on the way, it felt like every st bite was going directly to his balls. They felt fucking gigantic. Had Usagi done something to him? Thinking back, her pussy juices had been unusually thick and viscous... When you thought about stuff being passed on through sex, it was easy to imagine fatigue, soreness, feeling worn down... but if anything, Tsukino-chan had possessed an almost magical nature about herself, one that made her fuck harder and cum harder than a regur girl. Well... Whatever it was, there wasn't time to think about it right now. The school nurse should have access to his old medical records so he could bring it up with her ter if he felt the need. Right now he had csses to take care of. Today's gym css in particur had been extra rough for Kenta. Every little jiggle and wobble from the girls had made his dick react like he was a teenager going through puberty again, and his balls felt so full and itchy that it was hard for him to stand in one pce. It was like they were begging him to be emptied. Kenta had thought he was getting used to his job at Bakunyuu, but maybe he wasn't? Maybe he really couldn’t handle being around all these bouncy, oversexed fuckdolls all day...? (He sure hoped not). Still, all that had changed recently was his impromptu fucksession with Usagi. He didn't want to think that she was the cause, but he simply couldn't fathom any other reason. Anyway, soon enough the girls were all showered and back in their uniforms, which meant it was time for a study group! Checking his phone, he found today's tutoring session was with four students who'd been pestering him for a study group for a while now: Honey, Samus, Mizuki Tachibana and Sweetie Belle. But while they should have looked happy to see him, it seemed like the quartet were already involved in a heated discussion of some kind as he approached. They were checking their bags, pointing fingers, just generally looking stressed out. He looked them over - four unique shades of young, fertile sexpot. Each of them with their own draws that made it almost impossible to look away from, each goddesses in their own right. Honey was the kind of girl that sprang to mind when you thought of the word 'bimbo'. Full, blonde pigtails, blue eyes telegraphing her slight airheadedness, and full lips that could lovingly hug and caress a cock without even needing to try. Not to mention full, buoyant milkers that seemed to defy gravity but remained naturally soft and plush. It had taken Kenta a lot of effort to not sink his hands into them when he first met her, and the desire was feeling particurly strong today. In comparison, Samus was fit. She kept her uniform almost militarily immacute, but even it strained against her toned body with the way it hugged her curves. Thick thighs, and an ass that jutted out obscenely, tight muscles, beautifully sculpted abs that caused sweat to roll down over them in such a way to make you want to touch and lick every part... The appeal went on and on. Her tits were smaller than Honey's, but since this was Bakunyuu that simply meant they were merely enormous rather than gigantic... all of it was completely at odds with her expression, a dour, serious look that bordered on a nasty resting bitch face. Suddenly, Kenta was reminded of how she’d traced her fingers down his throbbing shaft on his very first day. His cock twitched remembering her lusty touches, and how her bare, shower-slick mound had felt against his tip. The feeling of her bare tits pressing into his chest had gotten him through more than a couple nights. Speaking of tits, Mizuki was right next to her, and chestier than both of them. Full, wobbling fuckpillows that refused to stay still for even one second, they demanded to be given proper attention at all times, much to their owner's chagrin. Whenever she ended up staying the night at Kenta's, the other girls really seemed to like pying with them. Once Mizuki gave up on protesting, they always got their fill. It wasn't her fault, really, her body was just lewd. The oldest in the css, Mizuki was basically walking sex in heels. With the way the subconscious, mate-attracting swaying in her hips on every long-legged step sent her booty wobbling and her tits bouncing absurdly, how could she not be a priority target for cock? Still, while Fluttershy tended to shy away from how she was, Mizuki seemed to at least pay it little mind. Kenta didn't know if it was because she wanted to, or if she was just unaware. And then Sweetie Belle. Small and compact, but still curvy and full of energy. Bouncy hair, bouncy ass, bouncy personality. Everything was small and tight and perfect for lifting up and just using. The way she had so readily yanked Kenta's pants down that one time shocked him, and ever since, he had fantasized about doing various things to her. Kenta spped his cheeks, noticing he was drooling and staring. How in the hell could he slip into a daydream like that? Once he shocked himself back to reality, he noticed the four girls were still arguing. Concerned, he figured he should py the teacher and figure out just what was going on. Stepping forward and into their group, he raised his hand. "Hey, hey girls, what's going on? Why the looks?" And at their daddy's... rather, their teacher’s question, all four girls immediately turned on him with expressions of varying levels of frustration, all thrusting fingers at each other. "She stole my thong!" all four cried at once, fingers going everywhere. Honey, in a tribute to her easily-swayed nature, even started out pointing at Sweetie, until she saw Sweetie was pointing at Samus and followed suit. "When we finished gym css..." "... and went to get dressed again..." "It was awful! Our thongs were..." "... Gone!" All four cmoured around him, bouncing with frustration, miniskirts whipping around their thighs. He reminded himself that all of them were one stray whip of wind away from showing him something they didn't mean to. ... Or, as it turned out, something they did mean to show him. Because the very next thing that happened was Sweetie Belle saying, "See?", gripping the hem of her barely-there skirt, and lifting! She hadn't even needed to, not with the way their thongs rode so high up their hips, but goodness did she do it anyway. That belt-like scrap of clothing she called a skirt came up with her pink-painted fingernails, and the view unfurled before him. Nestled between those mature, disproportionate hips was a cute, puffy pussy, pink on the inside, smoothly vanishing between her plump thighs with no space between them. Meticulously shaven, with not a single fucking hair on it. He could have checked with a microscope and he still wouldn't have found anything. She stood there pouting, fshing her bald pussy at him all the while. The other three girls all immediately followed suit, lifting skirts to reveal three big, juicy, plump, developed cunts, meaty, full... equally hairless. They all fshed him effortlessly, even Samus, as if expecting it to help resolve the situation. Mostly it just showed him they were all constantly lubricated and dripping, even at times like this where they weren't even thinking about sex. As his eyes shot down to the girls' bare pussies, the sound that came from Kenta's throat was something between a choke and a gasp. In his addled state, his cock sprang to immediate attention, the huge, obscene organ throbbing against his pants as if it was pounding at a door, desperate to get through. The needy itch in his balls roared to the foreground of his mind and his eyes locked onto a long, clear strand of Sweetie's juice as it made its trip between her legs to sptter against the tile floor. All four of them were presenting themselves for him, ready and willing to be bent over a desk and have their cunts fed his steel-hard cock for hours and hours until Kenta was completely drained. "... Wha... Bu - ..." Words were difficult, but Kenta was absolutely trying. It didn't help that his eyes felt locked onto their bodies, making it impossible for him to look anywhere else but at the bare, pink, dripping snatches being offered to him. "Wh - Why would someone steal panties...?" He finally was able to form somewhat of a coherent question. Fluttershy had told Usagi that she had to suck Kenta off, was this her fault too? This was going really far, especially for her. Did he do something wrong to her? Was she punishing him somehow? Maybe he should find her and try to apologize for whatever he did to be tortured in such a way. She's always been so nice before, though... If he could think, Kenta might have been disappointed in how he was still staring straight at the girls, but his mind was barely hanging on by a thread. "We don't knoooow... If we did, we'd obviously be kicking their butt!" Sweetie Belle let go of her skirt to raise a fist in the air, angrily shaking it as she imagined swift divine retribution. The other girls dropped their skirts back down as well, sighing in frustration. Eventually, with the girls' skirts finally released, Kenta was able to wrench his eyes shut for a brief moment. Samus shrugged it off. "We can worry about it ter. You'll still take us, right?" "Yes! We need it!" agreed Mizuki, thrusting herself forwards against Kenta, csping his hand in both of hers. "We need you to handle our development as young women!" They were talking about the study group, right? 'Take us', 'we need it', 'handle our development'... Had Celestia gotten to them, too? Kenta's mind tried desperately to tell the raging problem in his pants again and again that his students weren’t begging to be used as his cocksleeves. Even though they would make simply amazing cocksleeves. He wondered which one he would take first. Mizuki's tits were pretty much begging to be painted white, but so were Honey's. The brief experience he had with Samus left him craving much more, but the sounds that Sweetie would probably make as he fucked her womb into her throat almost made him want to forget the rest of them. ... Mizuki's hands were so warm. ... He took in a deep breath, involuntarily shuddering a bit from the lingering scent, and opened his eyes to csp his hand around Mizuki's with a nod and a determined look. "R-right. O-of course I will, that's my job." He was talking about the study group, right? The girls allowed themselves to be escorted to the little cssroom they'd set aside for the private, intimate study hall session: they walked in a heel-toe click-cck line that took up most of the hallway, leaving Kenta to trail along behind them. The conversation was rather lively, the girls engaging in the sort of spirited talk he always seemed to find drifting to his ears. "Whew, I really need to blow off some steam... I haven't been able to cum at all since that st test got announced. Just study every night!" groaned Mizuki, rubbing thighs like tree trunks together. "Really~?" Honey gasped. "I can't concentrate at all while I'm ovuting... I try to stare at the page over and over, but the only thing that ends up ‘sinking in’ is my favourite toy during break time. Heehee~" Samus scoffed, darting an irritable gre to Honey. "You'd better make the most of this study session, then. Master Kenta's time is valuable." Sweetie Belle listened to the perverted conversation, but just blushed, not confident enough to join in. Just as a stray waft of wind blew all four girl's skirts up, exposing a nice, juicy row of peaches, the five of them arrived and filed into the cssroom, where four tables and chairs had been set up for the girls around a fifth. But just as Kenta was following the girls in, he suddenly glimpsed something out of the corner of his eye... a long, full head of pink hair, and gorgeous cocksucker lips upturned in a smirk. Fluttershy was peeking from around the corner, grinning as they went inside. Before he could puzzle it out, the girls headed to their desks. Realizing something must be amiss, Kenta went to call out to them to stop... "Girls, wai - !" But he was too te! One by one, the girls pulled their chairs back and immediately hopped onto them, putting four bums in four seats all at once. And in doing so, they fell right into Fluttershy's trap. Those four plump thuds were immediately followed by four sticky squishes, and the girls all cried out at once! Their eyes widened, their backs arched, their huge tits thrust up and out... except for Sweetie, who had so little in that department! They froze in pce, twitching, legs spreading wide open, heels clicking on the floor, utterly immobilized. "T - Teacher..." "Ahh, it's big..." "So big..." Kenta's warning was too te, and now he was drowned out by the dripping, enthusiastic moaning of four little sluts. Thrusting the small desks aside, Kenta immediately saw the problem! And what a diabolical problem it was: all four chairs had been appropriately rigged beforehand, most likely by someone who knew the girls would be pantiless, each one having a big, thick, extra-rge shaft suction-cupped to its base, rising up tall, proud and very potent! The outcome looked like a rather successful day's spear-fishing: with gravity having done most of the work, all four girls were now impaled! Now they gaped like fish, staring off into space, shaking and wide-eyed. Trickles of pussy-juice immediately began to run down all four big, thick rods as the girls squirmed and writhed, enduring this unexpected stimution. In particur Sweetie Belle’s expression of utter shock looked the most unprepared and vioted of any of them as she gaped down at the sight of her bulging tummy taking the enormous insertion. "Hhhnn... Oh my fuck... It's right up inside me..." "So huge... Oh fuck..." They squirmed, trying to pnt their heels and stand up, but a new problem soon presented itself: any effort to slither the enormous toys out of their bodies brought an enormous amount of pleasure to their defenseless, whimpering pussies, and the girls near-orgasmed - or outright did orgasm! - on the spot every time they tried, immediately losing their footing and sliding straight back down to the base. They panted and mewled, shocked expressions soon turning to naked looks of lust. Soon all four looked more invested in just riding the toys rather than getting off them, Mizuki and Honey even flexing their thighs to move their pussies up and down the pstic cocks with unerring precision. They orgasmed, soaked their toys, and then immediately resumed. Kenta stood frozen in shock, his eyes soaking in the sights of how each toy disappeared into the schoolgirls' tight, wet holes. Their outward-thrust legs purposely revealed every st dripping detail to him, leaving him unable to stifle a needy groan, his burning, aching cock begging and pleading to be allowed to fulfill its role by filling their holes. God, he wanted to just pick Sweetie up off of that seat and comfort her by repcing that stretching bulge with his own, making sure to flood her womb and fill her as completely full as a girl like her needed to be... The front of his pants where his cock stupidly bulged out was soaked, Kenta’s arousal completely pin to see as thick, heady precum flowed. Finally, there was a popping sound, and the button on the front of his pants gave up the ghost, flying off into a corner of the room. Then the only thing stopping the garment from falling right then was, ironically, his monster of a cock holding the whole thing in pce. But through the drunken roil of hormones swimming through Kenta's skull, he happened to see something: standing at the door, peeking into the room just out of sight of the girls, was Fluttershy! She was watching the entire scene with a smile, bouncing four slutty-looking thongs on the end of a pink-nailed finger mischievously... as if he hadn’t had enough reason to suspect her already! Well! It was now abundantly clear that Fluttershy was the perpetrator of this prank. And while Kenta could easily have forgiven a prank against himself, this was another matter altogether. Involving the other students like this made him upset, and she needed to be punished for her actions. The fact that the other students were potentially watching the scene while cumming themselves stupid didn't factor into his head at all. Fueled by his sense of justice (as well as a generous helping of an overwhelming need to fuck to the point of causing his brain to break in two), Kenta immediately stormed over to her, dripping bulge bobbing in front of him. He caught Fluttershy by the wrist, gring into her eyes. Fluttershy yelped as she was seized. She'd been expecting some sort of retribution for sure, but this was a much more testosterone-fueled rush than she could have guessed in her wild fantasies! Kenta was on her in a fsh, closing his strong, calloused hand around her dainty, unmarred wrist, hauling the supremely stacked teen one of the tables and throwing her down over it. The bimbette’s gigantic, milky tits flowed over the sides of the tiny desk almost as soon as they nded on it, while her pale, yellow ass was all too quick to be thrust upwards, away from her tiny mockery of a skirt to jiggle openly, and under the slightest provocation - presented directly towards the students that she had shamed. He gripped the back of her thong where it was currently being swallowed into her puffy, swollen pussy and gave it a yank, suddenly and roughly pulling her hips upwards. The wet, flimsy material soaked in Fluttershy's copious juices snapped in two, and Kenta tossed the ruined undergarment over his shoulder before rearing his fttened palm backwards... and bringing it down on the young troublemaker's plush, bare ass with a loud and resounding smack! "Don't. Take. People’s. Things. Don't. Py. Mean. Pranks!" Each word out of Kenta was accompanied by a hard and quick swat to Fluttershy's ass, reddening the wobbling globes as he disciplined her, holding her head down as far as he could, which ended up doing little more than burying her face into her absurd cleavage. He wasn't sure why she had become such a delinquent, but he wasn't about to let slights against her fellow students stand like this. "Oh yes!" she howled, face-down in her own cleavage, "I've been a bad girl!" "I'm so, so naughty, siiiiiiirrrrrghhhnnnnn!" she cried, losing her ability to form words as she just mindlessly cried out through her spanking. Her tear ducts and pussy competed to see which could pour out the most sticky fluids in the wake of such a brutal spanking, and fouled her make-up and Kenta's fingertips in equal measure. "Punish me!" She grit her teeth in a rictus of pain and pleasure, wheezing through her stupid airheaded grin as her eyes rolled back in her head, finally cumming hard and sticky all over Kenta's hand. Her tits, shaking like mad with each firm impact, rolled out of her top as her nipples pointed skywards... making yet more of a mess in the process. Every time her body shuddered with orgasm, Fluttershy gushed two outrageous jets of super-thick, milky cream from her bitch-nozzles, hosing down everything in sight. "Ha - Harder, daddyyyyyyy!" Fluttershy cried in that sweet, demure little voice of hers, as if this all hadn't been perverse enough already~ Once the final sp rang out, and Kenta had finally wound down, he kept his hand on her glowing behind, giving it a hard, clenching grab in order to focus her attention., Fluttershy was left twitching on top of the table in a mess of her own juices, soaked with sweat, drawing in ragged breaths following her exhaustion. As always, she looked amazing, even in defeat. "For the next week, I’ll be confiscating your underwear privileges. Starting tomorrow morning, you're going to come in, take your panties off, and hand them directly to me. They'll be returned to you at the end of the day. Let's see how you like it when you don't have underwear." "Yesss, sirrrr," groaned Fluttershy. "Sorry, sir~ That sounds like a very good punishment!" Looking back at the other students as if they weren’t currently fucking themselves silly on huge horse dildos, he asked for their confirmation. "Does that sound fine to you all?" Kenta was barely holding it together at this point, and he wasn't fully aware that his position was currently driving his leaking bulge into Fluttershy's bare, wet snatch. But even if he was, part of him wanted to fuck the rebellious streak out of her right in front of her cssmates anyway, so it didn't matter. And while the chorus of raised female voices moaned and groaned over and over behind them, Fluttershy and Kenta were soon putting on a very jealousy-inducing private show for them. Would the orgasming row of girls soon come to associate thoughts of being spanked with cumming their brains out, thanks to this event? Well, no, thankfully they’d all come to that conclusion forever ago. Any submissive girl thrilled at the idea of a strong man's hand striking her full, fleshy bottom, and these four were no exceptions. Samus put in a concerted effort, the most determined yet, to try to rise to her feet, and just ended up moaning the longest and hardest of any of them as a result. But if those girls loved spanking... they were just a drop in the water compared to the ocean of Fluttershy's lust. Every night, for as long as she could remember, the blushing beauty had fantasized about a moment like this, all while growing her body to be as obscene as possible to attract the most aggressive, horny male possible to use her. Now he’d found her and her back had arched into Kenta's palm every time he struck her. She’d got everything she wanted and more. The other girls tried their best to reply through all the squeaking and whining they were doing: "Y - Yeah! She should show her bare pussy t - to you...!" But as the other girls responded, Sweetie Belle instead got a mischievous glint in her eye. Shuddering, she slowly and carefully lifted herself upwards and off of the seat with a veritable waterfall of her juices cascading down in between her legs as more and more of the fake horsecock slipped out of her tight, pink pussy. Finally, the fred head popped free, causing the teen’s hips to buck a bit in a cute little orgasm that made her squeak as she held onto the desk in front of her. Kenta saw her struggling and leaned forward, and let her hold onto his arms for support while she rode out the waves of pleasure causing her whole body to tingle wonderfully. Finally, Sweetie was able to look up at her teacher with a smoldering, lust-filled gnce that would look right at home on a five-star whore, her generous waist rolling slowly in the afterglow as if grinding on an invisible dick behind her. "I - I don't think that punishment... is g - gonna be enough, Mister Tadashii...~" Sweetie was finally able to gasp out through panting moans, her hands trailing forward, running along the band of the front of Kenta's pants. Her gaze was fixed solely on the huge bulge just inches away from her face and Kenta felt her breath washing over his sensitive member even through the fabric. His dick twitched as if it knew what was coming. "You can't just... g - give her what she wants, right...? S - So... Make her watch..." With a single movement, Sweetie pulled Kenta's pants and underwear down to the middle of his thighs. His cock finally sprung free of its prison and the huge, thick shaft plopped down right onto the face of the cutie in front of him. She almost came again, right there, feeling the intense heat radiating out of that massive thing on her face, the smell of it filling her nose and making her go stupid with need. Thick, hot precum poured from the tip, waterfalling down into her hair and over her face, causing her to instinctively lick her lips. Sweetie cupped her hands around the base of Kenta’s huge fucking cock, pulling it to herself like she needed to be as close as possible to it at all costs, to have it fill her vision entirely as she almost begged. "Please... Fuck me in two, daddy~" Fluttershy was slow to react... she was too post-orgasmic to do anything other than y there in a stupor, really. So Sweetie Belle was able to carry on uninterrupted for some time... She looked truly magical. Ft-chested, big-hipped, wide-eyed, pouty-lipped. Someone this cute shouldn't be here, in a dark, dingy room, with her juices fountaining down her thighs and an older man's dick in her hands. Sweetie id the shaft against her chest, hugging it close to her body, rubbing it between the bee-strings of her barely-there breasts, looking up at him pleadingly. "Fluttershy called you daddy just a second ago... It made me... it made me cum even harder on that big mean toy she tricked me into climbing on... I can call you that too, right~? Pleeeaaase?" She was pumping his shaft now, gliding her fingers up and down his meat. "Your baby girl was saving her virginity for Mr. Right... But now that nasty toy ruined me... But it's so small compared to daddy's big, giant, hairy cawk... If you fucked me with this, I'd forget alllll about that tiny toy, mm." Fucking brat. That dildo was twelve inches long at least. It had bulged her tummy out. Calling it tiny... that was almost unforgivably rash. But it worked. If Kenta had had any sort of objection or response, the words tumbling out of this brat’s mouth completely and utterly obliterated them along with the rest of his common sense. His balls were on fire, begging and pleading for release and here was a girl just begging to be split apart. How could he be so mean as to deny her that? Fluttershy lifted her head, finally, woozy. "Wha... Mmm, Kenta...? Where’d you go...?" When she saw Sweetie had his full attention, her eyes widened. "H - Hey!"