Silent Footsteps Crowding Me - Kawakami reward story

Sadayo didn't know long her students had been staring, but once she caught on to the fact they were, it became all she could think about. Her eyes shifted nervously between all the boys watching her. Some of them weren't even in her class, but other classes in the year who had come on this trip to Hawaii. A bunch of them were just ogling her openly on the beach, and made her cheeks burn, made her twist in embarrassment. "What are you boys looking at?" she called, trying to make the crowd dispel and stop looking at her like that. Sadayo was adamantly not dressed to be sexy. She tried everything she could to not look like someone these teens wanted a part of.

But the problem was, she had dressed well. Maybe she was still normal old Miss Kawakami, with her tired expression and her hair slightly messy. But she had slipped into a blue and yellow striped bikini, and the white t-shirt she wore was tied up over her waist, flaunting her slim body a bit too clearly. She hadn't tried to cultivate any sex appeal. She figured the shirt would even minimize it a bit, up until she'd gotten too warm and tried to tie it up in hopes of getting a bit cooler under the sun. It was too hot to sneak in any napping, and she knew that she really should have been paying attention to everyone. But now, everyone was paying attention to her, and she didn't like that one bit.

The boys didn't seem even the least bit intimidated by her warning. They began to approach, drawing slowly closer to the teacher and expressing a growing interest that was in no way decent or sensible. She could feel as much immediately; they were advancing readily toward her. It was an intimidating march, one that Sadayo didn’t know exactly how she wanted to handle, even as they grew closer and their urgent advance felt more and more like an inevitability. They moved closer toward her, showing off a marked lack of restraint. This was public, and there was any number of risks that they'd be seen, but that didn't matter to them. Not now.

Their advance had Kawakami trembling. "What are you boys doing?" she asked, voice tensing up as she soaked in these pushes forward. Their eyes were a bit too appreciative and obvious upon her for Sadayo to pretend she didn't know what was happening. She wasn't prepared for this in the least, not ready for their steady advance and the undeniably intense march forward toward her. She was stuck here, wondering what to do with this and not sure how to deal with it. "S-slow down."

But the hands seized her legs, and Sadayo was absolutely frozen in confusion, feeling the firm touch of a bunch of horny teenagers swarming her body at once. "You look hot," someone said in the midst of this, and as she tried to turn her head to see who said it, she was greeted with a cock in her face, something that she was in no way equipped to deal with, and it made her shout out in panic, mouth opening and overwhelming concern hitting her. The boys didn't leave her to wait, one of them shoving forward readily and forcing his dick into her mouth. She didn't have a good response for it. Of course she didn't. She had a student's dick in her mouth, tasting it and feeling the relentless thrusts starting up fierce and harsh and without sense.

But that distraction ended up being the perfect push for the boys at her legs. Someone grabbed her bikini bottoms and yanked them up. Her hands flailed hopelessly toward her legs, but hands kept them spread apart as one of the students fumbled his way into place. "Why didn't I notice sooner how hot you are?" he asked while driving forward and sinking into her pussy with a swift and aggressive stroke. There was no sense or patience to it. He wanted what he wanted, and he was ready to take it.

Sadayo wasn't ready for how sudden all these pressures were. Her students were having sex with her, and she was just supposed to deal with it. More hands kept grabbing and squeezing at her body, demanding more and more of the pleasures that kept up their vulgar pace. It felt like way too much, and there was a sense here of dizziness and desperation that didn't want to hold back. She just had to learn the hard way what absolute insanity she was on the receiving end of, as they crowded around her and dug in.

The thrusts in and out of her mouth kept her from saying anything or doing much to stop this, and the slams into her pussy hit Sadayo with an immediate sense that if her mouth was clear, she may have said something embarrassing. There was a lot going on here and all of it felt like a desperate throb of worry and heat that she did not want to have to face. Not in the least. Pleasure dizzily swelled through her, and she didn't have any good sense of how to pull back from this. IT was wrong to let students all over her and she was absolutely not ready to deal with how aggressive and how forceful they got. These were her students! It was all the more embarrassing than when she dealt with the men who paid for her company, and there were plenty of reason to be doubly mortified by it.

But they kept pushing. The boys who weren't fucking her got their hands onto her in other ways, groping her through her top or feeling up her legs. The aggression was overbearing, and all these pressures and pushes brought her less and less focus or sense, as she struggled to deal with the bizarre spectacle that ensued. The pleasure of having both her holes fucked at once brought on tremendous pressure and stress for Sadayo to try and handle, and the more she sought to deal with it, the less sense any of it made. "What a slutty teacher." The words made her shiver in confusion and worry; this was too much, and she felt like she was losing any and all grasp on her own composure, slipping further away from sense.

The thrusts kept coming. The boys fucked her holes with hastier motions, seeking to use the attractive teacher. "We're getting away with it. Holy shit, does she want this?"

"She feels so tight. f course she wants this."

"I bet she's been waiting for students to fuck her because she's too shy to say that she wants it."

"I hear she's been spending time with the transfer student. Maybe she's already fucking her students."

The molten panic that this brought with it still wasn't enough to shake Sadayo into doing something about all of this. She remained locked in place, frustrated, wondering exactly how to deal with a growing concern that she wasn't equipped to best handle any of this. It kept growing, and she kept slipping further away. There wasn't much she felt like she could do here, pushed deeper into confusion and panic, compromised in ways that she didn't know what to make of, but she wasn't getting much of a choice nor much of a chance to deal with it. They just pounded away at her holes and fucked her into a state of dizzy, weary heat where she didn't know what to make of any of it.

Then they came, and all bets were off. Sadayo's body clenched up as the cum flooded her mouth and her pussy, and she twisted about in confusion, wondering what to make of it and unclear about what to say. But she swallowed. But her legs kicked up into the air and an orgasm ran through her. She didn't know what to do with any of it, but the pleasure was ferocious enough that she simply took it. Which was a problem, because when the cocks pulled out, she had enough time that she could have scolded them.

They even looked at her briefly, wondering what to do. She stared up at one of them, who was dropping his swim trunks and pushing toward her. She said nothing, and ultimately, he pushed forward to do to her just what everyone else had done.

The pleasure was absolutely maddening for Sadayo as she felt the building panics and ferocious heat pulsing through her. She didn't know what to make of it at all, struggling through bizarre swells of excitement while getting her mouth fucked. Another student slipped into her pussy, and she was once more completely powerless against the ferocity and aggression of boys all too ready to make her give in. It was just for her to have to deal with, something that she was going to take and going to accept, given the utter aggression behind these senseless thrusts. It added up to a lot, continuing to push her limits and impose way more panic than she felt like she could take.

But she let it rule her. Doing nothing to handle this, she let her students double team her mouth and pussy again. Some of the boys started jerking off over her. Remarks of, "I bet she loves it," made her shiver in embarrassment, but through it all, she remained utterly lost. Her body twisted about under all of this, clumsy and dizzy and losing focus as she did her part to handle all of this, slipping further and further away in the process. Her thoughts were scrambled and her attempts to pull back form these wild panics were simply getting away from her. Sadayo was clueless, and the students ruthlessly took advantage, pushing her limits harder, insisting themselves upon her with a fire and a pressure that didn't want to let up. She kept slipping away, unable to handle how aggressive they got and realizing that she was far, far too late to stop it.

"She's such a slut!" the one fucking her pussy shouted, keeping up his ferocious pace and pounding quicker into her. The commotion and fever was getting louder and weirder and hotter, every motion of his hips driven by a desire to leave her reeling. These boys were ready to give her their worst, and their worst was a hopelessly throbbing, accelerating mess of excitement. There didn't feel like any sense here. Just heat. Just pressure. Her body was giving in now though; she was letting everything take her so far and into such wildly unexpected depths of excitement.

They came again, and she came with it. The feeling of all that gooey seed filling up her holes made her thrash wildly, and she wished she was able to find some shred of clarity or sense, but she was simply lost to it all, a twisting mess wondering what to make of these feelings as she slid completely away from reason. It was too much, and she found herself completely floored by it.

They swapped out quickly. The boys were moving more readily this time, hasty and aggressive and wanting to get theirs while they could. Everything happened too quickly, and she wasn't prepared for how forceful they got, for the ways they swarmed her, pushed against her in every direction, and demanded attention. It felt unreal and baffling, but she was happy to let it take her, overjoyed to feel the weird pleasures that followed. Getting off from having her students fuck her wasn't something that she felt entirely sure how to handle. There was a lot going on and she wanted to do what she could to hold steady for it, wondering exactly what to make of these things but craving the chance to give in to them. It was weird and messy and a lot, but she welcomed it. It was a lot and it was bizarre, but she took it on.

"She wants it so fucking bad." The comments kept coming. It wasn't like the things that men said about her while she was 'working'. They were talking to each other instead, buzzing about in excitable sweeps of bragging about how well they were fucking her and how badly she wanted it. It defied reason in ways she wasn't ready for. it all felt so ravenous and aggressive, keeping her scrambling for her own dignity, and she just wasn't doing a very good job of it. Not when her hips were rising off of the towel and she was letting the students pound her senseless.

The boys were too loud not to draw attention Before she knew it, there were more students gathering around. "Holy shit, that's Kawakami!"

"What a whore."

"It's hot that she's putting out."

"I want a go!"

There was no send to this weirdness, and every aggressive spiral downward pushed Sadayo deeper. More cum filled her holes, and more cocks took their places. They were reckless and almost like machines, keeping up the wild pace of something so messy and so ferocious that she didn't have a prayer of handling it all. There were too many students, all ganging up on her and starting in on the same pleasures and the same reckless indulgences. It added up, building with steady recklessness and an intent she was powerless to fight off, all while the boys kept using her and kept driving her deeper down. It was an unbearable situation to be stuck in, and Sadayo had increasingly less idea what to do with any of it, simply sliding further into disarray.

Her students didn't want to stop, and she found herself unable to let them. Or unwilling. Maybe both. The pleasure of repeatedly getting fucked by a bunch of horny teenagers had a weird effect on Sadayo, and every refusal and frustration that should have held her back simply failed. She was robbed of control but for once, that felt nice, as she lay back and let these over-eager boys fuck her, none of them having any expectation that she lift a finger to accomplish it. Maybe that helped. Their ferocious pounding of her holes left her passive and accepting, and they did everything to fuck her to repeated orgasms while she simply relaxed back.

Whatever the reason, she was letting it happen, and she felt good doing it. She kept swallowing cum, but the accumulation building up between her legs was its own spectacular little mess, a gooey, twisting rush of all the things she stopped caring about trying to resist. Sadayo was into it now, and the build-up of a train being run on her pussy brought on so much that she felt ill prepared to handle, but was loving every second of it. It was guilty and ridiculous and completely divorced from sense, but Sadayo let herself be ruled by the reckless indulgence of this mess of pleasure. She soaked it in, let them have her, and the pleasure all spoke for itself in its reckless escalation.

The pleasure kept raining down on her, and she kept taking it. Her body shuddered, and their words stopped embarrassing her as she continued her foggy way trough what she'd never said yes to, but was openly giving up to with very little plausible deniability. All she wanted in this weird and foggy mess of excitement was to give in, and she welcomed the possibility, gave up to it and threw herself deeper and deeper into the raw spectacle until she felt like she couldn't take anymore. The orgasms kept building up and wearing her down, kept reducing her thoughts to mush and showing her the panic of giving in.

But with so many students to keep fucking her, she couldn't get a break. They kept coming and they kept cumming, further wearing her down with a degree of fiery need and hunger so ridiculous and senseless that it seemed too intense to be real. She welcomed it all, but there wasn't much she could do to puzzle out these feelings. There wasn't a damn thing she could do to make sense of this all, and she just took it, stumbling into confusion and worry, the panic rising and every throb within her body begging to give in to this. The boys kept tagging out, each one reckless and fully of energy, keeping her engaged and cumulatively blowing her mind as they fucked her to more orgasms than she felt like she could take,

There was a joy to this. A simplicity. A need. It was too good to handle and she found herself lost to what it could do to her. They filled her up with cum until she felt like she couldn't take anymore. One boy was left, hammering into her pussy, and her mouth was free to moan in aimless, babbling bliss. She didn't feel like she could do much else, only able to form words like, "Yes," as she slid deeper into ruin. Some, "More," slipped through as he raced toward the finish, and then she finished in as flurry of, "Fuck!" as she let everything burn her up. One final load and one final exhausting, delirious orgasm.

Sadayo slumped down onto the sand, panting and dizzy, bottomless and oozing with her students' cum. And just as quickly as they took an interest in her, the boys all drifted away, mumbling about how nice her pussy felt while she lay in the most compromising and exposing position, hoping nobody else was going to find her but not having the energy to get up or locate her bikini bottoms for some decency.