Shokushu Gymnasium 3
You smile encouragingly at the girl and she smiles back, rather more hesitantly. For a while you try to break the ice by chatting about inconsequential subjects. But casting your eyes about the room, you find your gaze continually drawn back to her attractively flushed cheeks, to say nothing of her long legs and the taut little bottom which is barely concealed by abbreviated form-hugging shorts. Even as you comment on the impressive array of equipment in the room, you realise you are looking instead at her well-filled sports shirt. Raising your head to apologise for your rudeness, you find that her own eyes seem fixed on an area currently covered by your slacks and you become aware that your penis has hardened noticeably while you were looking at her trim body.
The young girl's breathing deepens and when she finally looks into your face, her lower lip is trembling slightly. There is something unfathomable deep in her eyes as she moves closer until your bodies are touching. Not one to spurn an open invitation, you put one arm around her. Cupping her small chin in your free hand, you tilt her face up towards you and kiss her gently on the lips. The response is instantaneous. Her mouth kisses you back voraciously, while a busy little hand begins to fondle your prick through your slacks. Surprised at her level of arousal, you realise she must have brought herself close to the brink before you interupted her activities. So much the better! Twining one hand into her hair, you press your mouth strongly against hers and slide your tongue between half-parted lips in a deep french kiss.
While you are doing that, you edge her sports shirt out from the tight elastic waistband of her shorts and worm your other hand up under the fabric until you can close on her large bra-covered breast. The girl moans into your mouth as you grasp the firm orb and begin to squeeze it rhythmically. She responds by tightening her grip on your member through your slacks, then she scrabbles frantically at the zip trying to gain access. Feeling over the bra, you locate it's centre fastening in the deep cleavage between her tits, twist it open and grab a handful of soft naked flesh. The hard button of her nipple seems to bore into your palm as you massage the swelling mound.
Something catches your eye as you look over her shoulder and you remember too late the earlier sense of something moving in a dark corner of the room. Abruptly the girl is torn from your grasp and you find yourself flung across the floor. Half dazed, you watch in horror as a monstrous creature drags the girl closer to its obscene body with thick ugly tentacles, while the poor girl screams with sudden terror.