A laundry mishap makes Mei's project to use clothes to mind control villains into cooperation land on the rack of cheerleader uniforms. Momo unwittingly puts it on for a cheer routine she has to do with Ochaco, Mina, and Kyoka, and what results pulls boys from the bleachers for a whole lot more school spirit.
I'm Standing In The Wind, But I Never Wave Bye-Bye
Mei woke up covered in the cheerleader outfit covered in cum, and she could barely even muster up the energy to be disappointed. Another failure. Another prototype that had failed to do anything but turn her into a slut who was already piecing together all the things that she'd been up to in fucking other students in the labs area for hours instead of doing her job.
The goal was a good one. A noble one, even. Mei was certain that she was on the brink of an immense breakthrough that for a special kind of villain restraint that could be lightweight and importantly, subtle. Normal clothes slapped onto someone to alter their brain waves and induce total docility in them, perfect for plenty of applications that Mei knew would have loved it if only her prototypes could work. Instead, she seemed only capable of ramping up brain waves related to libido, turning herself into herself in all ways except overly sexual and devoid of inhibitions.
And yet again, all she'd done with another good prototype was make a fucking embarrassment of herself. Mei peeled away the cheerleader outfit and tossed it aside, deeming it a failure and throwing it across the floor, grumbling her way off to a shower.
The janitor coming to clean up the lab shortly after should have known better than to pick up random clothes off the lab floor and toss it into the laundry hamper, though. Policy was to not do that, lest they accidentally take some experiment and cause problems, because the last thing anyone would want is for a mishap with a compromised piece of clothing to lead to some bigger issue for the school with such a broken chain of custody that nobody would be able to know what happened.
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Momo pulled the cheerleader outfit off of the rack with a long sigh. "This one should fit," she said, turning behind her to see Kyoka, Ochaco, and Mina all slipping into their own cheerleader outfits. Class 1-A had drawn the short straw on a cheerleading routine in a bet with class 1-B, but with Tsuyu away on a prolonged internship due to an ongoing crisis, and Toru out sick, it was up to the four of them to put something together. But as class vice representative, Momo felt it was her duty to be attentive and try to make the most of this, staying upbeat and keeping herself steadied through putting on the costume and turning to face the other girls properly.
"We might not have wanted to do this, but the best way that we can prove we're better than 1-B is if we make the most of this," Momo said while rolling up the socks. "We can prove that we're able to put on a great performance, and we'll make sure we inspire tons of school spirit. We can show them up!"
"We can show them up!" Mina said, shaking her pom-poms and keeping up an excitable momentum, an energy burning hotter through her. "We can do it!" Mina just saw an opportunity to dance around and have some fun; she was all in on this.
Kyoka muttered something under her breath, deeply embarrassed and a little nervous to be out there having to do this again. If she had a way to not do it, she would have.
Stuck somewhere in the middle, Ochaco found herself the most affected by Momo's pep talk, of two minds over the whole thing but finding something assuring about the support and the encouragement. "We can prove ourselves," she said, nodding along.
Momo finished pulling on the cheerleader outfit, and the change inside of her was so subtle that she didn't even really notice it. She felt a little shudder up her spine, probably just a breeze shivering up through her body and making her feel a lot of questionable things all at once. She stepped forward, continuing her speech, proudly proclaiming, "We're going to go out there, and we're going to do as we practiced, and nobody is going to doubt how hot we look."
"How what?" Kyoka asked, perking an eyebrow. "Yeah, we're hot!"
Momo walked past Ochaco and grabbed a fistful of her breast while her other hand gave Mina's ass a smack. Then, she planted a kiss outright onto Kyoka's lips and lead the girls away, picking up the last pair of pompoms and strutting off with way too much sway in her hips. It left Ochaco and Kyoka flustered and confused, but Mina felt fired up by the smack, and gave one to Kyoka when walking by her, too, thinking this was the energy that they were meant to bring.
The girls stepped out onto the field to a lot of cheering, probably more for the sight of cute girls in cheerleader outfits than for any expression of school spirit, but that was enough to get everyone wound up for what was to come. For Momo, it was validation, the sweep of excitement washing over her as she looked out at all these people looking at them. Looking at her. She was happy to feel all that attention on her, never having thought before about how nice it felt to have this much attention on her at once. It was a lot, but she felt nice, felt even warmer and more excited by the sheer want that surged up through her, something potent and direct to want to give up to.
Music played over the speakers, and the girls began their practiced routine, something they had gone over plenty of times. Momo knew it well. Step, step, step, pump right arm, shake left, shake right, sweep down into a U, make an A, throw the pompoms in the air, pull out your tits. That drew a lot of stunned noises from the crowd, and absolutely was not part of the routine, but Momo continued.
Catch pompoms, shake them down, pirouette and pull up skirt. Flash panties, turn, shake ass, shake ass, shake pompoms over ass and cartwheel. Everything she did felt like it was truly part of the routine, something inside of her calling for this pleasure and compelling her to keep pushing, keep performing. She was having a blast with all of this, and she didn't seem to process any of the problems with all this strutting and this flashing.
Caught up in their own routines, it took a second for the girls to notice how completely out of step Momo was, and then to notice her tits were out and bouncing wildly about. Ochaco and Kyoka both froze up in a panic at the sight of it, while Mina hollered out happily and threw her top out into the air. "Now we're really getting into it!" she yelled, happy to show off, too and happy to flaunt her body with a reckless sort of joy, her pink tits free and heaving about as she continued to dance.
"Put your top back on!" hissed Kyoka, whose nervousness manifested mostly as aggression now in the utter embarrassment of this situation. This had been bad enough without all the other stuff going on, but now she had to deal with an escalation into things well beyond what she felt like she knew how to handle.
Ochaco was nervous now too, tipping right into panic at the sight of Momo and Mina both topless and shaking their chests. "This wasn't the plan!" The dance had broken down completely, with Ochaco and Kyoka both staring in awe at this. She'd been ready to give it her all, but now she was appalled, shaky, and unsure what to say in response to this all. It was a mess now.
Momo strode over to Mina, breaking the dance entirely and moving over to Mina, pushing their tits together and forcing her into a kiss. The crowd went even wilder with excitement, and Momo acted like all of this was completely normal, acted like she was just doing the routine! Mei's brainwave alterations structured themselves too successfully, they just failed in their aim; Momo became overly casual about being overly sexual, and she didn't understand anything going on around her as she pulled Mina into these kisses, didn't feel any hesitation in sloppily locking lips and melting in to this all, burning under the wicked, sweetening desire that came from simply wanting to let herself give in to all of it. She was deep under now, and acted without a care for what was happening around her now.
Mina welcomed the kiss. She wasn't compromised by her own brainwashing cheerleader outfit, but she found herself happy to put on a show. When her skirt came up and her panties came down to flaunt her gorgeous, round ass before the cheering crowd, she welcomed the kisses, moaning through these lusts. "Are we doing this?" she asked.
"I'll grab Ochaco first as a distraction. You take Kyoka before she runs," Momo said, pulling away from Mom with another smack across her ass before she seized hold of Ochaco, tugging her top up to free her own plush, bouncy tits to even more applause, while shoving the brunette down to her knees to get to eating her out. Kyoka stared in worry at it, her legs shaking and a need to escape surging up through her body. This was not what she signed up for, and not something she wanted to be a part of. She took a step back to try and pull away, but Mina was right there behind her, grabbing hold of Kyoka and pushing her forward.
"No, stay and watch!" Mina chirped, reaching her hand up Kyoka's skirt and jamming fingers into her, making her watch this happen. "We're part of the show now, and everyone wants to see it!" Groping, ruthless, Mina stuck her ass out to everyone she faced away from, while letting everyone else see her molesting Kyoka. Mina was ready at the drop of a hat for this.
"Hey, lemme go!" gasped Kyoka, but the fingers penetrated her without a care, recklessly pursuing the pleasure and the heat of wild, writhing lust that didn't express a shred of sense. Mina held on too tightly for Kyoka to fight her way out of this, keeping her trapped in Mina's clutches and keeping her getting molested while squirming through all the very intense pressures that left her unsure of all of it.
Ochaco was deeply unsure what to do, put on the spot and left displayed for the whole audience to witness, and that left her with no option but to eat Momo out as hard as she could. Shoving madly forward to give in to this and meet these pressures with little sense or stability, a hopeless, searing pressure kept her in over her head, the burning worries that made her feel stranger and hotter, a struggle through weirder heat to have to give in to. Her tongue clumsily worked to make Momo feel good, lapping at her tight pussy and letting the pleasures guide her toward something that might make this okay. She didn't have much experience for how to eat pussy, and her body shook through all these demands, trying to keep up with what Momo wanted from her.
"Yes, that's good. Keep going." Moaning through this pleasure and biting her lip, Momo happily stood there, legs spread, shaking a pompom while the other hand gripped Ochaco's hair and held her in to her cunt, making her work at her attention and these pleasures. The utter want of deeper passion, the pleasures that lit up a beautifully wicked pleasure for Momo to give in to fully. "So fucking good. This is what I need." With her top pulled up over her tits rather than thrown off, she remained deep under the burning excitements of wanting to let go, embracing sloppier hunger with a fire and a passion beyond reason. All she could think about was sex and about indulging in the pleasure, broadcasting something truly demented for the audience who watched in awe at just how insane this was. She didn't understand everyone's actual reaction.
The audience had fallen into a lot more silent and shocked a sight. This was all so far removed from sense, no longer just some girls casually flashing their tits, but now an actual sex show. All the lust playing out bolder and brasher before their eyes was something utterly staggering for just how insane it was. But then there was Mineta, who cheered and hollered, fishing out his cock and greedily stroking it with a ruthless joy to keep indulging in, keeping up pleasures and delights that seemed like a fantastical dream come true, something he was in no way about to be subtle about. He was jerked off openly, figuring that at this point he couldn't be blamed for nudity at all, and suddenly very interested in 'school spirit'.
Grabbing Momo's hips, Ochaco remained unsure if she was really giving in to this because she wanted to or because she had to, but the pressure was there regardless, something to fall in to stranger and weirder, the burn of sensation and spectacle keeping her very much out of control, unsure how to process these feelings but giving in to these sliding, burning worries. There was only pleasure, the thrill of being conquered and ruined, pushed into a weirder state where everything simply ceased to make sense. She was going along with it, burning under a throbbing necessity to burn up and to surrender to these maddening, sloppy pleasures now. There was only burning insistence, and Ochaco felt like she simply had to throw herself in to all of this now.
"We shouldn't be doing this," Kyoka whined, but she did so while groaning and writhing through the burning pressure of these continued efforts, a weight of chaos and insistence too inescapable for Kyoka to bother putting up a fight against Mina, but while getting molested in front of her peers. it was all so totally detached from the plan, from what they were supposed to give in to. She felt the pressure and the touch and the greedy insistence putting only on display that both Momo and Mina were, at nay given moment, waiting to pounce on to the other girls and do things like this, which defied all sense and left Kyoka appalled by all of this. She didn't want to give in to all of this, but she had no choice now.
Momo writhed happily where she stood, moaning louder and louder while her cute classmate threw herself into devouring her pussy, giving her just what she needed and letting all sense melt slowly out of her. There was no need for stability or calm now, the unhesitating excitement that continued to make Momo simply crave what kept hitting her, continuing to twist through these ideas and find the peace at the end of these lusts, now devoid of sense or control. This was her time to give up fully and to embrace the wanton passion that kept her burning up hotly, and she knew she wanted only to let that pleasure take her deeper. Her body burned so bright, the insistent and continued pleasures keeping her wanting more, giving in to pure lust and satisfaction so wild that she didn't feel capable of understanding all of this now.
She came so hard, pressing in tight against Ochaco and giving in to these wicked pleasures beyond sense, the nose of passion and fire too feverish to resist now, the throbbing heat of just wanting to give up fully to these desires. Lust tore across her, brought her pure satisfaction and a pleasure that she was doomed to give in to now, pleasures that bubbled across her with obsessive fever. She came out loudly, giving in to these lusts and embracing the wicked desire that kept her wanting more and more of this. Momo was only escalating, giving up to the steeper satisfaction that came from getting her pussy eaten properly and all sense melting out of her. She knew she wanted to give in to this, knew she was ready to give up to all of it in a fully committed burn of wicked, roaring lust now.
Ochaco felt a little hazy as she pulled back from Momo's pussy, but she did it with a smile, hazily smiling through the purity and the passion of a guilty sort of joy. There was a weird pleasure to all of this, and Ochaco felt herself shivering. She looked down at her pulled-up top, and she decided to
toss it up, spinning it over her head and cheering, "Go U.A.!"
"Go U.A.!" cheered the crowd in turn, deciding that this was in fact a good thing to witness and watch, as Ochaco shook her plump tits and the three busty girls were now all completely on display. Kyoka wasn't, but the writhing, flush punk cumming on Mina's fingers was left in a shivering burn of pure weirdness, the tremble of weirder, sloppier haze that had her completely powerless against these ever-stranger feelings. This wasn't what Kyoka wanted in the least, but the rapture of giving in to this all became something truly overbearing, inescapable shame and worry that she just had to give up to, trembling in shame and worry.
Momo began to generate some toys for them both, creating strap-ons with heavy internal dildos so that the wearer could feel good using them. She put one on, then tossed the other to Mina while grabbing hold of Kyoka. "Now we can swap," she said, and as she pulled the punk in, the blushing, slender girl was so malleable that Momo didn't have to try any longer. "I've always wanted to fuck you like this," Momo said, pinning Kyoka down to the floor with her strap-on and mating pressing the cute punk right on the spot.
"Woah, not now!" Kyoka yelled, her legs kicking up into the air and a sense of shuddering desperation burning across her. She didn't want to falter under all of this, the passion and the burning heat of giving in to stranger heat, a panicked chaos and a fascinating worry that truly transcended reason. The strap-on plunged into her, the shivering lust and the embarrassment of suddenly taking on Momo's affection in the worst of places. Embarrassment shivered across her, and she was powerless against it, thrashing in hazy, drunken panic underneath the weight of a satisfaction that she was deeply unsure about giving in to. This was a mess to Kyoka, but there was no stopping the train from going off the tracks now.
"Yes, now. Kiss me. I need you." Momo shoved forward, locking lips with Kyoka and silencing her even more, the burn of pleasures and indulgences that felt like everything she needed. Momo made sure that every stroke was deep into Kyoka, which added an intense friction and grind within herself, too, something to keep her wanting to fuck Kyoka senseless--not that she needed any reason, overcome with lust while watching the poor wreck of a girl writhe underneath her. There was a beautiful pleasure to want to give n to, the deeper, hotter chaos that she was able to explore deeper. Her wild slams pounded on with single-minded, greedy indulgence, the wild pleasure that let Momo go all out, and let her act on carnal indulgence truly beyond reason now.
Mina put on the other strap-on, dealing with a now dizzily hungry and horny Ochaco, and she wanted to go all out. "I have an idea. Float yourself up." She was direct about the wicked desire behind her, the want she needed more of.
Ochaco nodded, activating her quirk by groping her own chest and rising slowly up into the floor, becoming weightless and free to be pulled and grabbed around. Mina folded her in half and full nelsoned her, forcing Ochaco's hands up high, unable to be brought together while the arms folded in behind her neck, a full nelson position rammed up into pure insanity amid the harshness of Mina slamming the strap-on up her ass, slammed up with reckless, dizzying desire to want to give up to hotter. The pleasure was direct and insistent, a sloppy demand beyond sense and keeping up wicked, messy satisfaction. There was a pleasure to this sloppy, hazy mess that she needed more of.
"Fuck me hard," whined Ochaco, her pussy dripping and hopeless while her ass got claimed by Mina's strap-on, the merciless delirium of finally getting touched and fucked hard. She was ready, horny, so desperate and ready for this that she felt like she just wanted to give in to these pleasures
utterly, the most sloppy and satisfying of these pleasures, the insistence beyond reason. She shook happily, writhing in the sweeping desire that she gave in to completely, faltering under a purity of wild lust, the wanton fever to keep giving in to now, the deeper hunger and the depths of want and the fire she needed to lose herself to completely now.
Watching the girls fuck so shamelessly got a lot more of the crowd excited, a lot of boys openly bating off while they gave in to these delights and a spectacular show of pure decadence. The sight of four hot 1-A girls fucking with strap-ons was an amazing show of pure insanity, the writhing decadence and the fever of pleasure to keep enjoying. This wasn't the kind of thing anyone could have expected, and it played out with a continued chaos and excitement, the decadence that everyone had to keep barging on for more and more of, loudly embracing these delights, pleasure and insanity that continued to play out with unreal satisfaction. It was pleasure in its maddest form, something that continued escalating without direction or care, a senseless spiral demanding the collapse of sense and keeping up pleasures to give in to deeper.
Momo writhed harder on, fixated in the midst of the moment and joy of something to keep needing, expressing hungrier desire and passion beyond reason. There was a beautifully ferocious pleasure to all of this, and the appreciation from the crowd existed as a sweeping sort of indulgence that only became more satisfying and hot under the wicked frustrations to need more of, keeping up the sensation and the spectacle of giving up to all of this, the completely demented, insane pleasure beyond sense that felt better, felt hotter. She gave in to all of it, knowing that with every thrust forward, Momo was able to keep up with the unrelenting satisfaction that stopped feeling real.
The pleasure she found here kept her urging on harder, throwing herself into the wicked lust and desire of these wild lusts now, the satisfaction that continued to compel her harder in to this. Momo thrived here, and as Kyoka moaned louder, Momo knew that she'd won, that she had the cute punk completely lost to these molten lusts, satisfaction and surrender coming on stronger and messier.
She'd won. She'd won, and she didn't even understand that fact as much beyond the chance to keep fucking her. "Fucking you feels so good, we should do this more often?'
"Really?" The frustration and the pining clashing in Kyoka's voice made clear that she was powerlessly lost to these wild pleasures she was unable to deal with, the unreason and the chaos consuming her now. Kyoka shook, not wanting to melt in to this all, not wanting to surrender to his dominance like this, but she was powerless to resist or ignore this all, the collapse now of all sense, the frustration searing across her and leaving her powerless to do anything about this now. Kyoka was melting, not quite because she wanted to, but under the throbbing excitement of Momo fucking her senseless, Kyoka simply needed to let the pleasure ruin her, a sloppy collapse now from sense in full. She wanted to cum now, needed to take this for what it was, no matter how insane and senseless it was now.
Happily impaled upon Mina's strap-on and getting fucked dumb, Ochaco continued to whine and twist her way through giving completely in to all of this, the shiver and shudder of passions she couldn't ignore, unable to get enough of these wicked desires now, a purity and a chaos that she was stuck powerless to make sense of. The pleasure continued to push her harder down. Mina moaned harder and louder, ramming up into Ochaco, pushing her to the limit of sense, a sloppy chaos that kept her wanting to give up completely now. Ochaco wanted to give in to this now too, the pleasures that felt like everything she craved now.
The girls all came together, writhing loud and hot, the sloppy joy of giving in together to these ideas, pleasure searing across their bodies with unbelievable desperation and glee now. It was a beautifully
wicked satisfaction too wicked and too messy to resist. Moans all mingled together in wild joy, the satisfaction and the fire of giving up completely, embracing the wicked, sloppy satisfaction that became true bliss, the throbbing lust and need to give up to fully. But the boys watching from the stands came too, and some of them were able to get their cum raining down onto the girls, the streaks of hot, gooey jizz gushing forward with enough force to rain down onto them.
"Yes, give us your school spirit," moaned Momo, calling out louder. "Come, join in! We'll help you feel all the school spirit we can. Come to us."
Kyoka snapped back out of her daze, eyes widening and a panic searing across her. "What?" she gasped, turning her head in a panic toward the horde of boys rushing out of the seats and charging forward. Their cheer routine had completely fallen apart, and now it was an opportunity for boys to rush in and have their fun; how could they not?
The boys pulled the girls apart and began to grab at them. But Mineta was the first one up top, throwing himself in amid a horde of faceless boys, grabbing hold of Momo and rolling her around onto her back, ripping her strap-on off of her and slamming his cock into her. "I've been waiting for this day, and I knew you had to be a freak!" he yelled, his oversized dick ramming deep into the rich, buxom girl and getting to work at railing her as hard as he could.
"Yes, take me," moaned Momo; she didn't care who was fucking her, as long as she got fucked, and the big dick slamming into her was well worth the surrender and the chaos now, a pleasure eclipsing all reason without much in the way of calm, the senseless euphoria that burned across a body fully determined to fall to pieces for what this granted her.
Keeping up the pace with all of his pent-up attention, Mineta wanted to go all out, wanting to ruthlessly claim her body and keep up with all these demands, throwing himself into wicked satisfaction and not caring what he had to do to get what he craved. He was direct and wicked in wild lust he was prepared to give in to deeper, the wickedness and fever to keep going for more and more of, the throbbing heat of pure fire and satisfaction that didn't feel real now. The fantastical thrill of giving so hard in to all of this kept up a beautifully unhinged fever now built truly beyond sense, the pleasures and the lusts that felt like they stopped being real. "I need to see your body!" he yelled.
Ripping the cheerleader outfit off of Momo's gorgeous form didn't feel like anything crazy, but as he tore at her clothes, Mineta accidentally stumbled into pure madness. He tore the clothes right off of Momo's body, and immediately broke the hypnosis effect. It fell in an instant, snapping Mom back into a reality where she was naked, streaked with boys' cum, right in public, with Mineta's cock buried in her cunt. "Wait, what? What are we doing? Why are you fucking me?'
"Really?" screamed Kyoka, rolled onto all fours and getting pounded into relentlessly by a boy she didn't know. "Now? Now is when you've had enou--glurk gulk gack!" A cock interrupted her, sliding into Kyoka's throat and cutting her off n her flare of anger at Momo's comment.
Momo stared up in awe, twisting in embarrassment while the hard, aching cock rammed deep into her sloppy cunt, pounding madly away at her with something built on pure pleasure, the relentless indulgence and fixating heat of something that made her body collapse in the sheer awe that it invited, pleasures she didn't feel able to deal with or explore with nay sort of stability or reason. This was simply too much, the burning indulgence and chaos of what hit her. Mineta's cock was huge, and it relentlessly used her, keeping Momo in a state of confusion and worry that she had no idea how to control or deal with, a plunge down into wilder, deeper chaos now, the burning embarrassment that
shew had to burn and shudder under. "Why am I here?"
"Because you fucking love being a slut," Mineta groaned, burying his face into her tits and relentlessly pounding into her, using her without a care. The pleasure was relentless, sloppy, meant to push her to a deeper excitement that kept coming, the indulgence and the pleasure that continued to dominate her. "I love this new side of you so much." He didn't hold anything back, wicked indulgences carrying him harder forward, indulging in the ever-wilder sloppiness and fire of taking her.
The squirming embarrassment of giving in to these persistent lusts, a wicked swell of throbbing passion and confusion that felt utterly demented now. Momo's body needed to keep feeling good, which held her placid beneath Mineta, even though she was in absolutely no way sure how to handle this, faltering under the weirdness that kept her falling to pieces, a chaos and spectacle she was doomed to fall apart under. She couldn't deny the pleasures burning across her, even if it was something she should have been pushing back against. Mineta's efforts to fuck her senseless left Momo deeply confused and deeply compromised, but doomed to fall to pieces under his touch anyway.
From confusedly brainwashed into molesting her friends to getting nutted inside of by Minoru Mineta, Momo couldn't really parse everything happening to her, the shudder and chaos that kept her stumbling into mad lust now, the confusion and heat of just completely losing control, the persistence and the heat of pure madness throbbing across her stranger now. Pleasure shook across her body, and Momo felt desperately lost to the plunge of these pleasures, a twisting, heaving throb of wicked lust that she had no power to deal with. Momo came hard, calling out and thrashing about while Mineta railed her, and she couldn't deny that it felt good.
"The other guys can have the other girls," groaned Mineta. "But I'm sticking with you until the end." He rolled Momo over, smacked her ass, and slammed back into her pussy, relentless in the passion upon him and the sheer indulgence of this mad chaos, his chance to go all out. "We're going to be the best of friends now!"
Pushed together tightly, Mina and Ochaco were forced to make out over a cock while getting fucked from behind. Their round asses received deep, mad strokes from fellow classmates while bent forward, slobbering together all over the cock. Neither had any mind control excuse to justify what they were giving in to, a slutty spiral down into madness that felt hotter, wilder, keeping them burning amid these wicked pleasures, burning satisfaction to give in to fully, the pleasure that they were eager to give in to.
"You're so cute sucking cock," moaned Mina, slobbering all over the dick she came in from the side at, the pleasure that she wanted more and more of now. There was a pleasure beautifully wicked and wicked under burning pleasures that she needed most. "So cute, we should share cock together some time."
Shivering through these wild joys and finding it impossible to think clearly, Ochaco nodded and moaned her way through wild surrender, the continuation of senseless passion, the devoted lust she needed to give in to deeper, embracing all the pleasure and the fever she wanted to give up to fully. She let the pleasure consume her, getting caught up in the throes of a wilder heat, the burning need that continued to rock through her, pleasures that didn't feel sensible, the unreal passions and the
excitements to give in to deeper, a pleasure to pursue hotter, indulging in the wicked satisfaction and just letting go.
Their tongues met together along the cock of the lucky guy standing there to take it, his smile bright while he thrust back and forth between their mouths. Their sloppy attention kept him excited beyond sense, especially thanks to the slams from behind keeping them moaning so loudly in their appreciation of his cock, fawning over him with reckless, indulgent heat, pushing on for the pleasure and the need that kept building. Mina and Ochaco let the pleasure compel them deeper, the burning heat to keep giving in to, the tremble and the passion of pure lust keeping them cloyingly committed.
With the cocks pounding into them from behind, the pleasure became sloppier, wilder, the indulgence and chaos that kept escalating, kept them clinging and needy. They wanted to give in to this with a burning satisfaction to keep giving in to, the senseless spectacle and the fever of need to give in to deeper, something that continued to climb hotter under, the pleasure to continue to sink in to. The hard cocks pounding into them brought on wicked lusts to keep giving in to, the pleasure that held them in drunken desperation, the spectacular stupor of just giving in to all of this, faltering under pleasures continuing to push them to the limits of sense. They wanted it, embracing these desires and a throbbing, wild devotion to give up to fully, the embrace of pleasure that kept coming, the burn of writhing desire and heat that demanded everything now.
The boys fucking them happily came in their asses, smacking their round cheeks and pumping gooey loads deep into them. For Mina, it was just a normal day, but for Ochaco, it was a crash into her first anal orgasm, the thrashing pleasure sweeping across her with unreasonable bliss. She came hard, gasping, squealing, letting loose obsessive and sloppy joy while the boy she helped suck off erupted all over her and Mina's faces. it was a dizzying bliss, the pleasure to give n to fully, before sloppily collapsing in against one another with a sloppy kiss that Mina drove on with hard, ready to be a terrible, corrupting influence all over Ochaco.
Kyoka shivered and hissed through having her face buried between Momo's legs, devouring her creampied pussy and trying to overlook the fact it was overflowing with Mineta's sticky, outsized loads. A hand on the back of her head pushed her in from a boy who groaned, 'Seeing girls suck cum out of other girls is so fucking hot." He groaned his way through deep strokes and wild indulgence, and Kyoka just had to take it. Just had to be taken to the limits of sense. Eating out Momo wasn't a bad idea, wasn't something that she was sure how to deal with, but she had to deal with it, had to struggle through these burning shames and giving in to this wild shame, the wicked collapse of all dignity.
Momo wasn't able to speak much either though, given that she had Mineta's cock pushing out of her cleavage and into her mouth, the shudder and tremble of wilder heat that kept coming, the relentless pressure of a titfuck that continued its mad escalation. She found herself powerless and a little bit fixated, staring down at Mineta's huge cock as he dominated her ample chest with enough dick left to reach her lips and keep her mouth busy, his hands on her hair to keep her head tilted down while she in turn held her tits together around his cock. She didn't have to. On every level, Momo understood that she could have pushed against this, but she was stuck there, giving in to the smouldering surrender, feeling weak and sloppy underneath the churning insistence of something that stopped feeling real. The inescapable burn of pure ecstasy kept up weirder feelings, a pressure too stormy and too insistent to be able to shake off.
She kept sucking and jerking her tits along his cock while he boasted and bragged about how hot she was and how much of a pervert she was for this show. Kyoka's tongue kept working between her
legs, lapping at Momo's creampied hole and indulging in the pleasure, which did a lot in keeping Momo there, keeping her steady and accepting, letting all this devotion and this heat get the better of her. She wanted to give in to all of it, needing to find the steadiness and the control needed to be clam and steady about it all. She was just lost to all of this, needing to succumb in full to all of it and finding how impossible it was to contain these lusts now. Momo wasn't supposed to be here, wasn't ever meant to do fucking any of this, but she was powerless to resist it now.
Kyoka wanted to argue against it a lot more, but she was overruled by the hand ion her head and the cock ramming into her pussy. Pleasure and confusion and most insane of circumstances left her completely beholden to this mess, unable to push through any semblance of guilt or thought to continue giving in to it all, faltering under the pleasure that felt too real and too aimless now to make sense of. Eating Momo out had so much good going for it, and Kyoka stubbornly tried to focus on all of that rather than on all the unsavory frustrations surging through her as she lapped at Mineta's cum, knowing she was in over her head and knowing there was no steady, stable way to change this mess.
But at least she felt Momo's thigh rub against her face, felt her twist around underneath her. If eating Mineta's cum out of her in a wild, public gangbang with a bunch of boys they didn't know from school was the only way to eat Momo's pussy out, Kyoka probably still wanted this to happen. It was insane to consider, but the warmth and insistence behind these throbbing desires kept her needing to just accept her place and accept the futility of throbbing indulgence that kept tearing across her, ripping her thoughts to pieces and bringing with it something that didn't feel sane any longer. Kyoka tried to keep up with this and stabilize herself under the weighty insistence of every thrust into her, but this was such a fucking disaster to have to fumble through, something that made her thoughts empty out and made her just throw herself in sloppy compliance into whatever was happening.
It was almost like wanting it. Almost like being okay with this plan and the utter collapse that came with it, as she fell into the throes of these lusts without much direction or calm now. Momo and Kyoka were both finally on the same page, even if under dubious conditions, and every second of passing, throbbing indulgence felt like the plunge into a decadence that didn't slow down for anything. The pleasure kept pounding into them both, thundering with stormy insistence to keep them sucking and fucking and eating, their bodies now vessels for these boys to explore 'school spirit' by selfishly using them and feigning any interest in anything but sex. They weren't subtle about it, and the girls weren't under any illusions to the contrary, with Kyoka in particular resenting the patronizing comments that even pretended otherwise; they didn't help a damn thing.
Kyoka and Momo made the best of this situation that stood wholly as Momo's fault, even if Momo had no idea how this had happened or what she was supposed to do about all of it. But the cocks kept coming and Mineta in particular kept cumming, with a noisy yell and a blast of cum all over her face, the wild gush of sticky cum that splattered her all over, letting ropes of gooey spunk erupt with ruthless, reckless joy, the pleasure that felt truly detached from sense with little reason behind any of it. Kyoka came next, embarrassed by the shuddering bliss of this situation, even more so as she played cleanup for Mineta of all people, but between her sloppier licks and the squeeze of her inner walls, Momo and the guy pounding Kyoka both gave in quickly after. A hot creampie for Kyoka to deal with, but one that definitely was not going to make up for the Mineta cum eating if Momo dove between her legs next.
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It was dusk when finally the crowd thinned out, four exhausted girls stripped bare and drenched in semen instead, Mineta's final grunts and aches leaving him pumping a load into Ochaco and then finally pulling out. "Fuck," he groaned, exhausted after hours and hours of fucking. His heavy cock
dragged half-flaccid along the floor as he walked away, but he gave a nice squeeze to Momo's tits when he left. "Call me some time, ladies," he said.
They weren't exactly against it.
The crowd had gone at them for hours and hours, the whole festival upended by the sheer intensity behind all the attention the many boys gave them. The exhausting and relentless indulgence of their bodies continued on without sense. They kept going and the girls just had to take it, and by the end of it, they were left shaky and exhausted, wound up under the pressure of these insane efforts, something that had drained them completely and gone on without sense until finally, at long fucking last, the boys were done.
The girls took a moment of quiet at first. It had been so many hours of being fucked and having guys drain their balls in and on them, an every-which-way gangbang that proved so demented and so sloppy that now, to finally take a moment to rest, seemed almost fake. Like they weren't supposed to be relaxing, like nothing was supposed to be relaxed. it was a moment to just adapt and relax, trying to unwind in the aftermath of how completely over the line this had become, something to try and ease down into as best they could.
But finally, Mina did have to break the silence, groaning, "We should do this again some time." "I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think I'd like that," confessed Ochaco.
Momo looked nervously to Kyoka, who remained way too silent for a moment, but the punk pushed forward without warning and planted a kiss onto her lips. "Fucking bitch," she said, but she said it with love.
"I'm so sorry, all of you," Momo said, reeling from the kiss but also knowing she had to get in front of this. "The groping, the flashing, everything just... I really don't know what came over me."
"Mineta, and about thirty other guys," Mina said, snickering at the comment. That got a laugh from all the girls. Whatever did happen or why they did it, it was done, and the moment was there now to find humour in all of the situation. They took it in good spirits by some measure of necessity. They'd had fun and they came plenty, and maybe that was worth just not asking questions.
And given that all four uniforms had been torn apart and ripped to shreds with no real sense that one of them even could have been the culprit, the girls weren't ever going to know why. Nobody would.