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“A personal cruise…?”
When Akashi Junko heard the news, she couldn’t help but furrow her brow and turn up her nose. She never enjoyed feeling jealous, of course, but the poor student couldn’t help it. Who wouldn’t feel a twinge of jealousy upon learning their club mate was going away on a quote-unquote personal cruise—one that was apparently paid for in advance?
“Sensei is sending you on a personal cruise? What the heck!” The little redhead stomped her foot and balled her hands into fists. “Why weren’t we invited? How come only you get to go?!”
But Wanibuchi Akari, resident glutton of Gehenna’s Gourmet Research Society, simply snickered as she held a hand against her cheek.
“Maybe Sensei likes me best?” she teased.
“Hey, that’s not funny!” Junko huffed, her cheeks having grown as red as her hair. “I thought I was Sensei’s favorite, anyway,” she muttered sadly.
Across the room, Kurodate Haruna, leader of the Gourmet Research Society, was stabbing a fork into her plate of food, content to stuff her face while Junko and Akari carried on with their conversation. However, she couldn’t help but chime in at this point.
“We’re all Sensei’s favorites,” she said. “I’m sure we’ll all have our own cruises eventually.”
“I hope so!” Shishidou Izumi piped up from the same table as their leader, spreading a healthy heap of toothpaste around her burger patty. “Imagine a cruise ship full of all sorts of exotic food! Like hamburgers!”
“Hamburgers aren’t exotic,” snapped Junko.
“They are if you put toothpaste on them!”
“Why the heck would I ever want to do that?! Ugh, never mind, you’re hopeless!”
Akari snickered as Junko and Izumi continued with their back-and-forth, leaving room for Haruna to come over and whisper a question into the glutton’s ear.
“A personal cruise,” said Haruna, “are we sure this isn’t another one of Sensei’s ‘punishments?’”
“I’m sure,” Akari whispered back, winking at her club leader. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she did so—a look that Haruna knew all too well.
“Can I have a hint?” Haruna asked, suddenly overcome with a sense of immense curiosity. “This can’t be a normal cruise. I refuse to believe that, you know!”
A joyful giggle escaped Akari as she thought back to the events that had happened just a few days earlier. The circumstances that brought about this “personal cruise” to begin with.
“Sensei? Sensei, are you in here?”
Hayase Yuuka, treasurer of Millennium School’s student council, rapped her knuckle against Sensei’s office door. Of course, in her humble opinion, she would never call such an environment an office. Not when Sensei had those silly toys all over his desk, nor when Sensei kept manga in his drawer, and especially not when Sensei had a habit of distracting himself with various students all across Kivotos.
SCHALE Duty, it was called. Yuuka turned up her nose at the concept that Sensei would ever need anyone other than her, though she begrudgingly accepted the fact a man of his stature would need all the help he could get. Try as she might, Yuuka just couldn’t get Sensei to finish his work on time if he didn’t have someone in the metaphorical lieutenant’s seat.
But Sensei should have answered her by now.
The man didn’t pick up his phone, nor did he answer her Momo Talk messages. That was unusual for Sensei, who almost always answered Yuuka whenever she reached out to him. There were some nefarious forces at work in Kivotos, and Sensei had even hurt himself once or twice. Yuuka shuddered to think the man was hurt even now; she cared about him too much to see him in dire straits.
Perhaps that was part of the reason she was here now, physically checking up on him.
Scratch that. If you asked Noa, it was 99% the reason Yuuka was here right now.
She knocked on his office door again, biting her lip with sprouting dread. “Sensei?” she asked aloud. “Sensei, are you in there? Hello, Sensei?”
Still no answer.
Oh, this was bad.
This was b-a-d.
Yuuka’s hand cautiously reached for the doorknob, testing its cool metal surface. When that proved successful, her other hand instinctively found her gun in its holster, and she pushed open the door with a concerned frown.
“Sensei?” she asked, stepping beyond the threshold. “Sensei, are you—?”
And then it hit her.
The smell.
Dear GOD, the SMELL!
It was like a barrier separating this room and the one before it. Yuuka found herself buffeted by the stench of sweat and something else, nearly knocked right off her feet. Her head pulsed with a mixture of fear, apprehension… and arousal. A cocktail of emotions that left her reeling with confusion beyond anything else.
“No… Sensei… Sensei!”
She had to find him. She needed to find him. His life depended on it at this point.
Fortunately, it didn’t take long.
The victim was found slumped in his office chair, eyes wide, mouth agape, appearance… skeletal. It was Kivotos’ Sensei, and it looked as though all the blood and vigor had been drained from his body, like a parasitic leech had milked him dry of all his life forces.
Frankly, the poor guy looked like a zombie! Wrinkles and veins were visible, sunken and bloodshot eyes, flies buzzing around his half-dead body…
“Sensei!” Yuuka screamed, covering her mouth in horror. “Sensei, what happened to you?!”
But poor Yuuka would soon learn exactly what had happened to Sensei.
In fact… it was still happening.
Yuuka held her breath when she heard it. A quiet sound, and it was coming from underneath the man’s desk. At that moment, Yuuka didn’t know how to describe it. All she knew was that it sounded like someone was enjoying some food.
No… it sounded like someone was sucking on something.
Wet slurps and quiet humming found her ears, and Yuuka approached the desk with a horrified expression as she brandished her gun and swept it around the furnishing, willing herself, at long last, to peek beneath Sensei’s desk.
And when she saw it…
…she screamed.
“AAAHHHH~!”
“Hi Yuuka!”
It was Akari, and she took a pause from her determined cock-sucking to give Seminar’s treasurer a playful salute.
“Do you mind? I’m trying to enjoy my meal here!”
Yuuka’s eyes were glued to Sensei’s cock. Like the rest of the poor, drained man, his penis appeared more like a long, floppy raisin than anything even remotely resembling a penis. A mushroom that had lost all its vigor; that had been cooked and squeezed beyond measure.
Yuuka hissed, and pistol whipped the blonde succubus with a resounding thwack! “Mosquito!” She cried. “Release Sensei right now!”
“Heehee! No!” Akari returned to her steadfast sucking—because, unlike a true mosquito, Akari didn’t stop sucking when you slapped her. “I’m, mmf, shtill sho hungryyy!”
“Help… me…” Sensei wheezed, and he sounded a hundred years older than Yuuka remembered. He let out a raspy cough as he struggled even just to raise his arms from the office chair. “Yuuka… she… won’t… stop… sucking me…”
“Mmff… mm… sho good…” Akari blew Sensei’s cock with nary a care, running her hot, wet, pink tongue up and down the length of his bruised and battered baton. “How many hot and fishy loads was that, Sensei? I’ve lost count! Tee-hee, you’ll fill me up, won’t you?”
Yuuka, having never known such fear in all her life, shot Akari in the head.
The gunshot rang out in the SCHALE office, prompting staff to come investigate.
Needless to say, it was a traumatic experience for everyone involved.
Everyone except one.
“Tee-hee!” the villain said. “Uh oh!”
Back in the present, Akari rubbed her head with an amused giggle. She thought she could still feel the mark left by one of Yuuka’s rounds, but perhaps it was the stern talking-to she received thereafter that hurt just a little more.
“Heh… okay,” Akari conceded, “so maybe this is a little punishment. I was being naughty…”
“You’re always naughty!” Haruna reached out and pinched Akari’s chubby cheek with a matching grin. “But I hope you have a lot of fun on this private cruise of yours! Let us know if something, or someone, needs exploding, okay?”
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Junko said, sighing. “But yeah, Akari! You’d better have a lot of fun for all of us. You got it?”
“Oh,” said Akari, “don’t worry… I’ll be having loads of fun.”
Then the Gourmet glutton licked her lips, fidgeting, hardly able to contain her excitement.
Akari boarded the cruise ship the very next day, comfortable knowing that everything was already paid for by Sensei and the rest of the financial department.
She had an inkling, of course, what this cruise ship was really about. Yuuka had mentioned something about “taking care of Akari’s insatiable hunger once and for all.” She must have been really miffed about the way the Gourmet glutton drained her precious Sensei dry!
Akari felt as though Yuuka did not know what she’d just done. What she’d just unleashed. Given Akari’s mischievous streak, the blonde glutton knew she would come out on top. That she would succeed any one of Yuuka’s and Sensei’s tests and games.
And as soon as Akari realized she was the only student on this cruise—hell, the only female on this cruise—she knew the “game” was afoot.
“Welcome,” the man behind the check-in said. “We’ve been expecting you, Wanibuchi Akari. May we take your bags?”
Akari smiled. The man was handsome. In fact, every single gentleman she’d passed by thus far was quite the looker in her eyes. Sensei really spared no expense!
“I’d like that,” Akari said, holding out her bags. “Thank you very much!”
It happened like the strike of a match. One second, the man was helping bring Akari’s bags to her room, and the next thing she knew, she was blowing him in her doorway.
The man hardly seemed surprise at this turn of events, and he smiled as he ran his fingers through Akari’s blonde locks of hair, groaning with pleasure as the gluttonous teenager swirled her tongue around the burly, adult cock prodding her hot, wet mouth.
“Your cock is delicious, sir,” Akari complimented. “And the smell… it’s making my head spin and my mouth water!”
“Is that right?” the man asked. He kept his hand on Akari’s head and groaned as she treated his dick to soft, languid kisses, covering the man’s shaft in her saliva as she let her hot, pink tongue run over every attention-grabbing vein on his rod.
Naturally, this man tasted nothing like Sensei. In fact, Akari suspected that if she were blindfolded, she could pick out Sensei’s cock from a lineup with no problems. It made for an amusing fantasy, to say the least, especially considering how good Akari was at blind taste tests.
But the thought was pushed out of her little head once the man she was presently servicing shoved his cock deeper down this slut’s throat, tipping his head back with a groan as he sheathed his fat dick right inside Akari’s hot, wet neck. Akari, who was used to stuffing her face and throat with all manner of delicacies, hardly gagged or even put up a fuss when the man made himself at home in her throat, though she relished the way the man’s cock pulsed and throbbed between her soft lips.
He cursed as he started pumping his hips in and out, back and forth, over and over again. He lanced the schoolgirl’s throat with gusto, relishing the sensation of taking her like this, uncaring of whoever would find them standing in the middle of the girl’s open doorway.
And, just as they suspected, someone had come to check out the commotion.
“Whoa,” they said. “What the hell?” It was another man, shirtless, as though he was about to visit the pool room of the ship. Akari gave him a playful wink and a wave while she bobbed her head up and down over the cock in her throat, slathering it in her saliva and groaning with pleasure as she did so, filling the surrounding space with the sound of wet slurping and merry moaning.
“Got the party started already, huh?” The second man snorted as he whipped his cock out of his swim trunks and slapped it over Akari’s head, joining the first man in what was sure to be a day filled with all manner of Akari-based pleasure.
Now that she had two cocks to contend with, Akari was in her element. She throated sausages better than anyone she knew, and here were two hot, thick, throbbing sausages that were ready to fill her stomach full of mouthwatering, heavenly cream.
With one cock down her throat, Akari wrapped two hands around the other, making sure to take turns pleasing both studs as she cherished the sounds of their grunting and groaning. Despite being a mischievous succubus with a wild side, Akari couldn’t deny she loved pleasing others. Specially, and of course, men.
Men and their delicious, thick cocks, she thought, a shudder running through her body as she tried to imagine what her classmates would think of her if they saw her like this. She wouldn’t feel so nervous to indulge in front of Haruna, Junko, and Izumi. Akari still believed that even if they were present, she would be powerless to resist the allure of these playboys’ dicks.
She swapped between sucking one and stroking the other, admiring the way they grunted and groaned as they had their way with her. It was a minor miracle no one else had shown up, despite all the noises they were making. Akari could take her time with these men and get used to handling more than one dick ate time.
“Gonna c-cum already,” the first man groaned. “Sh-Shit, you really know how to use that mouth of yours!”
“She’s a natural,” agreed the other man, panting and moaning as he pumped his hips in and out, spearing Akari’s throat with gusto. “Are all the girls in Kivotos as good as you? Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum!”
Akari giggled as she slipped her mouth off the cock that was presently occupying it, content to use her hands to stroke these men to completion, all while making sure the tips of their shafts were pointing right at her mouth and tongue.
Then came the blastoff! Akari closed her eyes to protect them from any stray shots as the men came in unison, grunting and panting as the tips of their cocks burst and they blasted rope after hot rope of gooey cum right into the cum receptacle that Akari called a mouth. They cursed as they flooded the student’s mouth and throat, with Akari’s pink tongue painted stark white by the time they finished emptying themselves inside the gourmet glutton’s magnificent maw.
Akari closed her mouth, her face lighting up with a gleeful grin as she swished the not-so-minty contents around in her mouth. It certainly sounded like she was gargling with mouthwash, and much to the men’s awe, Akari gulped down everything without a single gag or fuss.
“Ahhhh~”
And then, like the good girl she was, she even opened her mouth to show that it was all gone. A bit of residue was still stuck to her teeth, but Akari would drag her tongue against them to ensure some level of cleanliness, even if her breath stank of cock and cum.
“Thank you for the meal, boys!”
She waved them off and watched with a warm smile as they pulled up their shorts and left in a hurry, looking visibly embarrassed at what she’d just done to them.
But Akari wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. She wanted more.
Much more.
She knew that just two strangers wouldn’t be sufficient to fulfill her desires. Thus, after unpacking and putting away her belongings, Akari changed into her black two-piece swimsuit and strutted down the hallway, grinning, making a beeline straight for one of the cruise ship’s notable amenities.
In just a matter of minutes, Akari found herself surrounded by good company. The only girl on the cruise ship, and she was content to relax in a hot tub surrounded by studs, all of whom were more than eager to put their hands on her.
“What’s your name?” one asked, pulling her onto his lap so that he could play with her tits through her swimsuit top. Akari moaned almost immediately, with her back against the man’s torso.
“Wanibuchi Akari,” she told them. “It’s a meet to pleasure you! Oops, I mean—it’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“What school do you go to?” asked another, coming up to run his hand along Akari’s creamy thigh beneath the rejuvenating water.
“Gehenna Academy!” Akari gasped with pleasant surprise as the man beside her pulled his cock out of his swim trunks, stroking himself to full mast as he scooted even closer.
“You got a boyfriend or something?” asked a third.
“Nope! I’m single and ready to have f—mmphh!”
“Perfect.” The third playboy huffed as he stood up and pushed his cock past Akari’s lips, silencing her with a mouthful of penis and already working up a fine rhythm of thrusting back and forth in place. He splashed a bit of water as he did so, but Akari didn’t mind one bit. She was too focused on trying to please three guys at once to feel bothered by anything else.
The man she was sitting on started grinding up against her perky ass beneath the water, and it took little to get him going. Akari groaned with pleasure as she felt his cock press up against her through their clothes—layers the man was keen to remove as soon as possible.
The Gehenna glutton’s eyes drifted shut as she was pulled this way and that. A cock was forced into her hand, and she started stroking it with little thought behind her actions. The cock between her soft lips throbbed with need, and so she worked her tongue this way and that while she sucked and slurped away. Last, the man beneath her yanked her swimsuit bottoms to the side, and Akari whimpered with a fiery burst of pleasure as he shoved his thick dick inside her receptive pussy.
“Holy fuck,” the stud beneath her groaned. “She’s fucking tight!”
“Course she is,” said the one getting jerked off. “She’s a schoolgirl!”
“And to think,” said the last, “we get to enjoy this schoolgirl pussy all week! I’m dreaming!”
Akari couldn’t help but giggle at th men’s jubilation, bouncing as best she could and splashing hot water this way and that. The man she was riding kept his hands on her hips while he pumped his cock up and down, over and over again, spearing Akari’s juicy cunt and moaning from the pleasure of taking her in a public spot like this.
Meanwhile, Akari swapped to take the other cock down her throat, and she started gliding her hand back and forth along the length of the saliva-slick rod she’d been throating all the while. The men continued to moan and grunt with pleasure while she fucked them; while she savored their hot and heavy bodies just as much as they enjoyed her own.
I almost wish the others were here to have fun like this, thought Akari. But then again… I get all these studs to myself! I’m so happy! I need to thank Sensei and Yuuka for this!
A few passers-by noticed the obvious commotion and regarded the scene with rapt fascination. It didn’t take long before two more men came to join in on the fun, their cocks grasped by Akari’s soft and greedy hands as she pumped their dicks up and down, again and again. With another penis in her throat and another one in her cunt, she was, here and now, pleasuring five different guys at once, all of them praising Akari for her stunning looks, her gorgeous swimsuit, and her sexual prowess.
“Fuck me,” one remarked, “I need to come to Kivotos more often!”
“You said it!” another chimed.
“Even her hands feel amazing!”
“Hey, move over. I want to try her throat, too!”
Akari gasped once a cock fell out of her mouth, licking her lips with a wide grin plastered on her face. The Gehenna glutton couldn’t remember the last time she felt so jubilant. So liberated.
“Relax, boys! You can all get a turn,” she promised. “Ooh! Oh, it f-feels good! Hah~ who wants my throat next?!”
“Me!” yelled a man. “No, me!” yelled another.
And that was how Akari ended up with two dicks in her mouth—at the same time.
The men leered at each other before Akari held them close and started sucking them with gusto. This wasn’t the first time she had two thick sausages crammed into her mouth at once, but this was certainly the first time that other men were involved! It didn’t take long before the men started moaning with pleasure, each one holding one of Akari’s ridged horns while the blonde succubus sucked with gusto.
The man beneath her kept humping and pumping away, practically breathless from the exertion of trying to please the feisty schoolgirl who was grinding his pelvis into dust. At the same time, Akari moved with a swiftness and assurance these men hadn’t seen before. Although it should have been the other way around, she really gave them a run for their money!
The men in her mouth were the first to bust their loads, filling Akari’s throat with a heaping helping of hot and gooey cum—a combined load that Akari sealed her lips around and gargled joyously while she relished the taste and consistency of the men’s cum. She gulped white and goopy mess down noisily before she picked up the pace with her bouncing, continuing to stroke the cocks in her hands as she brought them close to her face and jerked them with gusto.
“Come on,” she cried, “cum on me, boys! I’m in a tub, so get me nice and dirty—!”
Akari almost hadn’t finished her sentence as the cock in her right hand began to spurt and unload all over her face and chin, prompting her to gasp and part her lips to catch some of that sweet mess in her greedy little mouth.
No dice! A majority of the man’s load splattered wetly against Akari’s forehead, cheeks, and nose, and the man grunted with immense pleasure as he let himself go, a helpless slave to the lust and ardor that gripped him as tightly as Akari gripped his cock.
The cock in her left hand was the next to blow, unloading an obscene amount of cum all over Akari’s cheeks, chin, neck, and swimsuit top, covering her in that sticky white stuff that made her seem less like a proper student and more like a proper whore. Even so, Akari giggled as the man came all over her, outright drenching her in a remarkable load; he painted streaks of stark white against her skin and swimsuit top, and when Akari beamed with pride at the way she’d pushed this man to the brink, it was clear to everyone who witnessed her smile that she still had cum clinging to her teeth.
“Fucking hell,” the man beneath her huffed and puffed as he yanked down Akari’s swimsuit top, exposing her creamy, massive mammaries for all to see. It was at this point that several other playboys strolled right by and, obviously enchanted by what they were seeing, queued up for their turn with the cruise ship’s one and only succubus.
“Hah! Wow! Look at all of you!” Akari’s lewd giggle melted into a moan as she bounced up and down on the stranger’s cock, relishing the thickness and length that made it possible for him to prod against her core. “Look at you, hah… watching me fuck this guy… watching me bounce up, ooh! And down! Hahhh, yeah! It feels sooooo good! Who wants to fuck me after he’s done?”
“Me!” cried a stranger. “No, me next!” said another. “My dick’s bigger!” said a third.
Meanwhile, the man currently buried balls-deep inside Akari’s pussy had just reached his climax, unable to hold back from blasting the schoolgirl’s hungry womb full of cum. Akari arched her back and came along with him, thoroughly rocked and pushed past her peak with the sensation of being ejaculated inside, wiggling her hips with a joyful squeal that got every man’s attention.
For a moment, Akari seemed like she was spent. She leaned forward with a heavy breath, beads of sweat doting her pale forehead as she welcomed more air into her lungs.
Then, just as quickly as she seemed tuckered out, the blonde succubus from Gehenna perked back up and hopped off the man’s cock, making him groan from the sensation of leaving her pussy so suddenly.
“Ah! G-Gosh, that was some great stuff! My legs are a little wobbly,” she admitted, scooting to lean up against the rim of the hot tub. “But I can still eat! Who wants to go next?”
“Eat?” a stranger asked.
“Gehenna students must be weird as fuck!” said another. “Let me have your pussy!”
Akari had no qualms about the next man coming to sink past her puffy pink folds, bending over the rim of the hot tub and wiggling her ass back and forth—as if the playboys needed any more encouragement. Even so, Akari was happy to indulge them, just as she was happy to indulge in them. Her face and top were still messy with cum, but this next stud didn’t care one way or the other as he pushed Akari down and sheathed his thick cock inside her juicy cunt.
“Ngh! S-So aggressive!” Akari snickered as another man circled the hot tub and sat at its edge, his feet on either side of Akari’s shoulders so that he could whip out his cock and push it into the student’s mouth. Once again, Akari was silenced by a thick dick pushing past her lips, inspiring her to suck immediately.
And suck, she did! The men clamored around her as she went right back to pleasing five at once. Three men sat side by side on the edge of the hot tub, the middle one being fellated while Akari took turns drenching the others’ turgid rods in saliva, stroking what she couldn’t fit in her hot, slutty throat. The schoolgirl made it look like cocksucking was an instrument; like she was playing a series of skin flutes and working them like a veritable virtuosa.
Meanwhile, the man behind her put his hands on her hips and drove himself into her again and again, growling with pleasure as he rocked his body against her own, spearing the student’s juicy cunt in full view of everyone. Akari, to her credit, took every thrust with gusto. The man was of a larger size than her last playmate, yet still, Gehenna’s glutton met his thrusts with zeal, moans spilling out of her mouth as she worked her jaw to please three or four dicks in tandem.
“Holy shit,” one man remarked. “What a little slut!”
“She’s amazing,” another chimed. “Damn it, it feels too good! I’m gonna bust any second!”
Akari didn’t mind one way or another. She continued to put these men through their paces as she humped and sucked with reckless abandon, gulping down another hearty helping of spunk before she knew it. The cock in her mouth blasted rope after thick rope of healthy jism all over her tongue, teeth, and cums, practically painting the inside of her mouth white.
It was a color palette that didn’t last long, because Akari gulped it all down greedily; she couldn’t help herself. Then another man groaned, and the student quickly sealed her lips around his cock, too. Again and again; she was working on autopilot when it came to pleasing these playboys, taking turns stroking them to completion and then gulping down the messes they made for her.
Still, it wasn’t enough.
Even when the man behind her grunted and finally let himself go, it wasn’t enough. Akari slammed her thick ass against the stud who grasped her, nearly knocking the wind out of him as he unloaded himself inside her; as he helped to fill her womb with his fiery, lustful spurts.
“Should we really be finishing inside her?” asked one of the bunch.
“Maybe we should use protection?” asked another.
To the men’s surprise, that’s the question that made Akari perk up with a scowl. “No!” she said. “Don’t you dare!”
“Huh?” “Why not?” “Are you crazy?”
“Crazy? No!” Akari grinned. “I’m hungry! My womb… ah…”
The disheveled, cum-stained student slumped forward, leaning against the edge of the hot tub to keep from falling over. Her knees wobbled, and still, she licked her lips with a naughty, eerie, crimson glint in her eyes.
“My womb is my second stomach,” she told them. “Now… be good boys and give me what I want! This is my all-you-can-eat cruise, and I’m not leaving until I’m full!”
Ultimately, Akari had to depart, as everyone around her had eventually succumbed to exhaustion. They’d passed out.
As she walked off, a slight limp in her step, her pout slowly transformed into an elated smile. She couldn’t remember the last time she had this much fun! Naturally, she could still taste those handsome studs on her lips and tongue. She still had their roiling lust dripping out of her snatch, and it continued to ooze from her pussy and trickle down her legs even as she got her bottoms back on and returned from the hallway she came from.
In the end, she considered those fine gentlemen as nothing more than an afternoon snack. Hors d’oeuvres. Poor Akari was a growing girl; she needed much more than that if she wanted to find any trace of satiation.
In the end, the succubus schoolgirl returned to her room for a shower, a brief rest, and a change of clothes—and just when she was contemplating what to do next, her phone chimed.
Akari hurried to the bar with newfound inspiration, the anticipation fueling her every step. She found a densely populated lounge with more than a few heads turning her way, and the confidence inspired her to approach the counter with a knowing grin.
“I’d like a drink,” she announced.
The bartender narrowed his eyes as he looked Akari up and down, his gaze eventually settling on the schoolgirl’s ample bosom. “Uh, miss, I may need to see some ID.”
“You don’t understand,” said Akari, leaning in close with a flash of her pupils. “I want a drink, but it’s not alcohol that I’m after…”
Fifteen minutes later, Akari had a couple of mugs filled just for her—but not with beer.
No, it was a viscous white substance floating around in those mugs. A substance Akari was all too happy to indulge in, grabbing one off the counter and quaffing it without blinking an eye. The surrounding men cheered as they stroked their cocks and helped to fill a third translucent mug full of spunk, and Akari gave a cum-stained, gleeful grin as she raised her now-empty glass with overflowing confidence.
All this, of course, while she was bent over the counter in the first place. One of the bartenders had tagged in another, and it was that bartender who had his hands full of Akari’s ass cheeks, groping and kneading her plump rump while he wailed at her from behind, hips smacking into the schoolgirl’s with vim and vigor.
“Shit,” he remarked. “Hah, I haven’t had pussy like this in years! Throw it back, you little slut!”
“Ah! Y-Yes, sir!” Akari giggled as she slammed back against the bartender, moaning and grunting as she was taken doggy style over the counter. This was one of her favorite positions; even Sensei knew that. He would always bend her over something and hammer away at her cunt with his sizable shaft; it made it easy for Akari to stuff her face while she was stuffed from behind.
She set the now-empty mug aside and picked at a stray pubic hair that was clinging to her cum-slick chin, laughing with embarrassment at just how messy and disheveled she was. Her clothes had long since been torn from her body, left aside to keep them from getting just as messy as she seemed to be.
But a body as naked and erotic as Akari’s warranted some markings—even temporary ones. Someone had the bright idea of drawing over her pale skin with a black permanent marker, scrawling things like KIVOTOS’ #1 WHORE and TEEN SLUT across each of her ass cheeks. Then someone added tally marks to her right thigh, detailing how many men she’d brought to orgasm thus far. According to Akari, even though this was her first day on the cruise ship, the number was around thirty or thirty-five.
“Don’t you ever leave us,” one joked. “You’re gonna be our fuck toy forever!”
Akari snickered at the prospect. “That depends,” she shot back. “Can you fill my first stomach and my second stomach?”
“Second stomach?”
Akari pushed forward and flipped herself over, grabbing the permanent marker and hastily drawing an arrow along her torso that led right to where her womb should have been.
“Right here,” she informed the congregation, adding the text to prove how ready she was. FILL MY SECOND STOMACH! was added to her body graffiti, along with the phrase FILL ME WITH CREAM to match. More than a few of the playboys were surprised by this, but most of them took Akari’s claim at face value. They kept those cum glasses coming, working together to fill three beer mugs full of stinking sperm and pubic hair. All the while, Akari was content to remain bent over the bar counter for the pent-up gentlemen to take their frustrations out on her, some grabbing her horns like they were handlebars as they pounded her from behind, sternly, deeply, filling the bar with the sounds of rhythmic skin on skin contact.
“Shit… fuck… I’m g-gonna cum!” The bartender warned.
“Don’t you dare pull out!” Akari growled darkly. “Not a single drop is going to waste!”
“Y-Yes ma’am! Fuck—!”
The bartender came right then and there, shoving himself forward as he gripped Akari’s waist and helped to fill her womb with seed. He pushed himself against Akari and held onto her horns for dear life, feeling as though he was losing himself in this schoolgirl’s snatch. Like she was draining him with her body somehow—in more ways than one.
“You’re finished,” someone said. “It’s my turn!”
Then, as quickly as the bartender had left the comfort of Akari’s hot and wet pussy, someone else had come to take his place. Naturally, another queue formed—one that went through the bar and even down the hall, composed entirely of naked studs who were willing and eager to give “Kivotos’ #1 Whore” a run for her money.
If they only knew.
Akari moaned and whimpered with pleasure, and another beer mug full of cum had replaced the empty one. She grabbed the mug and put it to her soft, quivering, stained lips, tilting the mug and letting the warm, sticky fluid run into her mouth, over her tongue, down her throat, and into her seemingly bottomless gut. The cum sloshed around in her stomach, boiling and roiling in her digestive fluids. Even so, for the glutton of Gehenna, this wasn’t enough!
“Keep those drinks coming,” one man announced. “Let’s fill this girl up to the brim!”
There was cheering from the crowd, and so the train continued. Another tally mark on Akari’s creamy thigh—and then another, and then another…
Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours.
Eventually, it was midnight. The lounge was littered with a gang of exhausted gentlemen, most of them drained dry of all their vigor; all their stamina.
Akari was, at present, giving one of the playboys a titjob. She bounced her creamy breasts up and down against his lap, his thick and meaty cock rubbing up against her chest as she kept her boobs sandwiched together. His moans were the loudest in the room, and he kept a hand on Akari’s head while she pumped his hips back and forth, spilling pre-cum all over her rack.
Meanwhile, the schoolgirl turned her head to take another cock down her throat, the man holding onto one of her horns and grunting with ardor as he speared that hot, sticky throat of hers. “Fucking hell,” he said, panting, “what are you? This, ngh, this ain’t normal at all…!”
Akari looked up at him. There was another mischievous twinkle in her eyes, though she didn’t have a single care as she moved her hot, sweaty, stained body in tandem with the men’s thrusts. Yet another tally mark was added to her thigh, the number eventually reaching well past fifty pleasured gentlemen. All the while, Akari gave these studs a run for their money, creaming and screaming from the bliss that echoed out from that pulse in her core. A coil unsprung; each of her orgasms made her spill down her thighs or squirt against the men behind her, or beneath her.
“Cum on me,” she said, jerking one off into her mouth. “Ahhh! Get it on me, or get it in me! No, mmf, exceptions!”
She had another idea just then, and it was one that delighted her beyond anything else. She ordered the bar staff to fill a handful of condoms with their hot and virile seed, and Akari had them tied to her panties and legwear in case she needed some emergency rations. The words EXTRA SNACKS were written on her thighs, and she’d wear those used condoms with pride. Yet, even now, she believed she looked more beautiful than she ever did back on Kivotos.
The festivities continued. The men knew they were dealing with a beast, and so they called in reinforcements. Akari paused to put her panties back on, and the garter belt, too. Someone brought a leash. A collar with a bell. More. More. It wasn’t ever enough.
A new line formed—one that led out the door and into the hallway. Akari giggled as she flaunted her erotic body toward the strangers, her tongue lolling out of her mouth as her pupils flashed red. The mark of a ferocious, life-stealing beast.
“Get over here, all of you! I’ve still got stamina!”
Another hour, and then another still. Two o’clock; the bar should have been closing by now, but there was no way they could close now. Everything was being put on a tab, charged to the SCHALE building in Kivotos, and Akari had no qualms about racking up a debt. She was, after all, still hungry. Oh-so hungry.
Someone bent Akari over without a second thought and made himself at home, penetrating her well-fucked pussy with a throaty groan escaping him. He was among the others to find amusement in the fact that Akari’s panties—which exposed her pussy plainly for everyone to see—still covered her asshole with a stark red X. She’d mentioned it before, how she wanted nothing going in her butt. All the men’s loads belonged to “one of her two stomachs”, and she emphasized her womb more than anyone with good sense ought to.
The pleasure continued either way. Someone new grabbed onto Akari’s horns, and he buried his cock down her throat as he started battering her expert throat with reckless abandon. Then a cock found its way to Akari’s right hand, and then another in her left hand. The lounge was filled with the sounds of moaning, groaning, grunting, wet slapping, stern plapping, and juicy splatters. All the while, Akari never stopped moving.
“Fuck!” Someone collapsed on the spot, feeling as though his heart was going to give out. “Is she really a schoolgirl? I feel like I’m going to die!”
“I’m going to have a heart attack!” complained another.
“Not before you fill me up!” said Akari, taking her mouth off someone’s dick to speak. “Don’t be a chicken—come on!”
“Waaaaah! I’m freaking out, man!”
It took a considerable length of time, but the lounge became a bust as soon as Akari had drained every last man in the room of their vim and vigor. That was how Akari ended up leaving with a limp in her step and a broad smile on her face, stepping over half-dead bodies and withering husks of playboys.
They expected her on the ship’s deck, which contained the largest pool on the entire vessel. One thing led to another, and Akari was back in the fray. This time, however, someone had the good sense to bring a video camera. They felt the world needed to see what kind of monster had just been unleashed from Kivotos.
Akari had nary a care. She thought the entire show was adorable, though she gasped with surprise when two men forced themselves into her pussy at once. She’d had two in her mouth before, but never two in her snatch! The jubilation couldn’t be more apparent as Akari bucked back against their thrusts, the two men standing side by side as they worked to put the schoolgirl through the motions.
Meanwhile, another man took Akari from the front, sealing his lips against hers in a shameless kiss while he pushed his cock between those creamy, marked-up thighs of hers. He pumped his hips back and forth while he pleasured himself with the glutton’s plump thighs, groaning into her mouth as she returned the kiss with glee.
She came as soon as she was kissed, moaning and whimpering with joy as she sank into a spine-tingling, toe-curling climax. Love spilled down her creamy thighs, running all the way down to her ankles; a messy girl. Even so, the beast wasn’t satisfied. Not by a long shot. The itch was still there, deep in her core.
Akari was a selfish, monstrous little demon. She winked at the camera as she made out with the man in her arms, only stopping the smooch once he pulled away to catch his breath—red in the face and panting. Still, he wouldn’t stop his thrusts, continuing to fuck Akari’s thighs and groaning as he spilled pre-cum on her legs and feet.
Eventually, it wasn’t enough for Akari to be standing upright. She got on her hands and knees before beckoning the others to come and play with her.
“I want my dessert!” she cried. “Give me your delicious cream pies!”
The men were compelled to obey. With Akari’s erotic body, her flirtatious tone of voice, and the way she simply gazed at them, it was all enough to get them to surround her and capture the entire gangbang on film. Maybe they would send it to Sensei as a souvenir!
Akari moaned, groaned, and slurped as she was left to the metaphorical wolves—and yet, perhaps tellingly, she wasn’t the prey animal in this scenario.
Oh, no. The gentlemen surrounding her did not know what they were up against. Even with two cocks in her pussy, one in her throat, one in either of her hands; even despite the sensory overload, the sweat, and all the spunk, Akari would succeed here. She was built differently.
Her halo never once fizzled or wavered despite all the hands grasping, groping, kneading, and manhandling. Even as two studs filled her pussy at the same time, and even as they tried to impregnate the beast that was stuck on the cruise ship with them, they would come away spent and desperate for release. Perhaps, in the end, this was a sort of punishment after all. Akari would learn there was nothing beyond the pleasure; no genuine sense of fulfillment.
As for the gentlemen? They would never know a pleasure greater than this. That was, of course, assuming they were still alive and well after being drained so thoroughly.
And this was just the first day of a week-long cruise. Akari would laugh if she could do anything other than suck and slurp on the dick between her lips, feeling the man throb and burst all over her fiery tongue as the others painted her with their tremendous loads.
Even as Akari came again—as her body quivered and her sex clenched around the cocks inside her; as her back arched and she was covered from head to toe in cum—she felt she wasn’t quite where she wanted to be.
I’m not in heaven yet, Akari thought. Not yet… I need more… I need more!
More!
More!!!
“Do you think Akari is going to be okay?”
Junko frowned as she contemplated the health and wellbeing of her gluttonous friend, but Haruna, the leader of the Gourmet Research Society, was far from concerned.
“Oh,” said Haruna, “I think she’s going to be just fine, don’t you worry.”
“She’s all alone on a massive ship!” Junko pouted.
“Alone? Oh, no, Junko. She’s not alone.” Haruna’s smile gleamed in the moonlight, the wind billowing through her hair as they raced away from the Prefect Team’s prison—in a stolen vehicle, to boot. According to Haruna, their next stop was the School Lunch Club. They had a chef to kidnap!
“Akari is like a shark, you know,” Haruna added. “And it sounds like she’s surrounded by all sorts of small fry fishies! She’ll be back before you know it.”
“I hope so,” said Junko.
“Hey, if you miss her so much, then maybe you can join her next time! Or maybe we can all pay a visit?”
There was a mischievous gleam in Haruna’s eye as she considered it.
In the end, Haruna opted against it. Akari was a hard-working student, and an insatiable one at that.
She deserved a meal ticket of her own, after all.
