Takato S.O.S

Takato S.O.S chapter 4
Doki Doki School Haze
(part 1)

(Shut up, they can’t all be winners.)

First in a while, this one kind of fit between all the big elaborate scenes I had planned out going into this. It’s kind of a transition into the really “good” stuff I wanted to do with this story, hopefully, it’ll put me in a good position.

And of course we aim to “cyst-imatically” please!


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Math, geography, some kind science.

And oh, hey! Juri’s rack.

That’s new!

Wasn’t it fun, Takato mused, in between a bored funks and bouts of wrestling his libido, all to the tune of his Monday lesson.

Lingumon usually took this time as his “nap time” and ceased his constant drone of girly advice long enough for Takato to get bored and wish he’d speak up with something vaguely entertaining.

Come to think of it, it might be part of a ploy to keep him at least slightly interested in what the digimon had to say.

But today was different. No, today was the day after he’d gotten his first blowjob, seen a pair of live mammeries, played strip digimon, and revealed his boxer-busting erection to a long-time crush.

Then he learned that said activities had led to said crush sporting a super sized set of knockers, which she was -and would seemingly remain- blissfully unaware of growing over the course of one night.

That was his Monday, how was yours?

Screw it, Screw it all.

Takato let a sigh of desperation slowly escape his lips as he turned his attention from placeholder notes in his book to the window outside. He’d found that any kind of focus towards the center of class put his eyes right where Juri was and precisely where he couldn’t have it, should he want to make it home without needing to jack off in the middle of class. If he was lucky, he’d slip right be Juri and dash home before he exploded and have to explain to his teacher why he covered half the class in magical jizz.

Oh God. Didn’t need to think of that.

His teacher had worn the loose shirt with the frilly front bodice today.

Fuck me hard.

No, really, he admitted, as he sunk in his chair and awaited the thirty torturous minutes until the bell rang for lunch.

“Aren’t we forgetting something?”

Ah, Lingumon.

Speak of the devil.

And what would that be? Takato queried. Juri raised her hand to answer. Her shirt got tighter.

Christ.

“*Ahem* well, the object currently sitting in your book bag, belonging to a certain someone? That you might want to return to her?

Object? What-ohgodsthat-! He realized, after spending the day trying not to think of a certain redhead, that he still had her panties tucked away inside his bag. There was an involuntary pulse between his legs as he recalled how the light blue undergarments had ended up there.

Not now Lingumon, I’m going to break something if I pile any more of -that!- stuff on top. Somehow, he doubted that would convince him though, he was after all, fed by sex itself.

“Don’t I know it, but are girl’s panties really something you want to be carrying around? I mean, it’s not like I’d judge you, but…”

Point taken. Liability and all that.

Still twenty minutes until the lunch bell rang.

“Best to give them back at lunch, if you can get her alone.”

Handing Juri a pair of panties was not sitting well deep in his manhood. Well, sitting was the problem, when confined as they were in his shorts.

It’s like holding yourself from sneezing, just makes it bigger when you finally lose it.

I’ll have to do it after school, I think I’m going to need the lunch break for “other purposes”. Takato informed Lingumon, knowing that he already had a handle on said purposes.

“Hmm, see if you can’t get it to her early, then sneak off, I’m sure it won’t take too long for you to get things under control, judging from the…uh….build-up.”

Fine, now go back to sleep and-

“The answer is “sometime in the Cambrian period” by the way”

What?

Takato!

“Uh,” he started “The Cambrian Period?”


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Twenty grueling, knees crossed minutes of ignoring everything female with a pulse, and the bell finally went.

Time to get Juri’s knickers back to their owner and book it for a secluded stall.

Fast.

Wait, Juri, first Juri.

Why me?

Takato’s eye found Juri, perky and smiling, picking up a dropped pencil in the rush to get out and eat.

Was that dress always that…short? Or was it her.

“Don’t know, were your shorts two sizes too small when you bought ‘em?” Lingumon chided.

‘cause they are now.

Takato grunted in frustration, gritted his teeth and shut all notion of nookie from his head. Simple, Juri alone, hand panties over, laugh, apologize and make for somewhere to let out the straining torpedo welded to his crotch.

Yeah, simple.

Juri, in the meantime, had scooted out of class. Scrambling to collect his scattered wares, Takato tried to catch up to her without seeming in any sort of hurry. If he played it right, he could be out of the danger zone and squarely in the middle of addressing “problem one” for the rest of lunch.

“Or you two could find a quiet corner and proceed to “address” each other ‘til sundown”.

Seriously, Lingumon I am this close to imploding down there and you are making matters far worse.

“Just saying. I mean, if my pheremo-”

Your pheromones can frankly shove it, okay? I-

Where’s Juri?

In the one brief instant he had let his laser-lock on her slip, she had vanished into the thinning crowds headed for the cafeteria and tracking her down was simply not an option at this point. His stop-gap solution of untucking his shirt and keeping his knapsack at hand was now waging a losing battle and his stride was a hair’s-breadth from being comically askew from the throbbing appendage staging a takeover of his boxers.

The hall had essentially emptied as he approached the corner, further on was the stairwell to the lower levels, and just beyond that was the bustling cafeteria, which was looking very much like Takato’s vision of hell at the moment. If she had made it to there…

“Hold on, there, I’m quite sure she’s…”

Lingumon? Lingumon, she’s-!

As he turned the corner, a slightly startled Juri appeared in a hollow between lockers and gave a stifled yelp of surprise.

“T-Takato! it’s you!” she took a sigh and placed her palm on her chest to steady her heart, “ I didn’t see you coming.”

His eyes went from her face, to her palm and despite his gentlemanly wishes, hovered there.

“Hey, sorry about that J-Juri!” he reflexively rubbed the back of his neck and prayed she didn’t ask why his schoolbag was being carried around his waist. “Listen I um, wanted to talk to you…and uh…” he trailed off and blushed, half-hoping she’d pick up where he left and ask about her undergarments.

“Yeah, uh…me too, I mean, I’m- that is- “ They both giggled from pure tension. Juri’s blush spread a little further across her cheeks as she continued. “It was really fun, yesterday, Takato…I was actually kind of nervous seeing you today, for some reason.” She trailed off in the cutesy way girls seem to when they admit to something naughty.

It felt like a vice was being applied to his entire lower body.

“I’m, well, glad to hear that, I didn’t know if …” he sighed and felt a warm surge trickle through his spine. Adrenaline? Nerves? “I really enjoyed what we, uh, did” he swallowed and quickly checked they were alone. “ And I kind of have to return something you left when you- well-”. Takato screwed up his courage as a look of question, then a naughty kind of embarrassment crossed her face…

Her chest heaved as she giggled lightly.

“OH! I forgot about those! I hope you didn’t get in any trouble because of, well, them” She replied, a grin painted smoothly across her face. The pressure behind his zipper throbbed like a struggling boiler.

Smiling to cover his discomfort and desperate for the relief that would come after his errand, Takato dug into his bag and handed over the folded blue panties hidden in his binder. Juri chuckled and broke out a smirk, accepting them from a crimson Takato.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have to return them so quickly, I could have just picked them up you know.” she winked and looked them over, letting them hang from the waistband for a quick second, before tucking them discreetly in her book bag. “But thank you Takato, you’re a real gentleman.” she mockingly curtsied, seemingly unaware of how close the hem of her dress was to her perky rear.

“Hehe, well you know me…” he replied, trying to ignore the fact he’d gotten a look at not a little cleavage as she bent.

Pressure. Critical.

“Sooo, Juri, I, uh, have to run and do some things before class, so could we maybe talk after school or something?” he rapid fire replied and asked to a slightly quizzical Juri.

“Um, If you need to Takato, I’ll see you soon.” was all that slipped from her mouth before he was back down the hall and steaming squarely for a deserted bathroom.

“See? Painless. If you’d stuck it out for a little while, maybe she’d-”

Busy, Lingumon!

Busting through the boy’s room door, then quickly checking each stall was unoccupied, he took the farthest from the door and hastily clicked the lock shut. By then, his pants had practically melted down his legs and the flimsy fabric of his underwear was straining for all it was worth. With a gasp of pure relief he shed the last layer separating him from quelling the monster down below.

Bobbing with his heartbeat, the angry red of his upper shaft darkened into the plum-sized head of his glans, terminating the roadmap of pounding veins crossing his length. At the base, he was thick as two fingers and only just fit his grip, with a subtle curve upward. If he was one to think about it, his “gift” throbbed even more violently then two nights before, and felt even sweeter to the touch.

He let out a long, haggard breath as his practiced grip worked his base. The tension lodged in the pit of his stomach boiling out into steam.

Knock, knock.

What?

“Knock, knock, Takato!”

Bullshit.

That was simply not what he thought that was.

His eyes sprang open from half-lidded to full, the lock- which he discovered was only half closed- gave to a familiar hand and then -before he knew it, a familiar red-head.

“J-JURI!!”

“Shhh, Takato!” she placed her finger over her lips and snapped the door shut “ chuckling in her sing-song way, though not a little lust bass was present.

“And what are you doing here?” she asked, a smirk and a laugh on her face.

“Takato. Marry her.”

LINGMON!

“Like, now.”

The world was a strange, terrifying place for Takato for what seemed like an hour, before Juri half-kneeled, half-fell before him, “Well, Takato?” her voice was even and clear and he had to focus to keep his down.

“Wha-What are you doing? This is the boy’s room! And-and” he called in a stage whisper, to while Juri continued to grin.

“Following you, I mean, what are you doing in here?’ she queried, husky, “with this thing?” she nodded subtly to the pillar of thick manhood jutting out between them.

“Uh…” was all that came to mind as she locked eyes with him. Distinctly bedroom eyes. Her shirt was unbuttoned and if he wasn’t mistaken, her dress was hiked up another few inches.

Oh, dear me…

She giggled and without a proper answer let her soft hand slid up his thigh. “I was hoping to maybe “talk” a little more, Takato, and after I saw you duck into the bathroom so fast I kind of figured…y’know..” she trailed off as her eyes traded between his face and the crown of his staggering erection, and inner excitement clear in both cases.

The tips of her fingers finally graced the tip-top of his thigh, and from there, the meaty base of his staff. A little bit of heaven slunk up his back.

“Plus,” she said, like a whisper, “ the book bag really didn’t help…”

Her lips were inches from his ear, with Juri being arched over him in the tight confines of the stall, her right hand slowly stroking while the left held her steady. Breath caught in his throat as he heard her calmly pant into his hair.

She’d been so gentle, he only now realized the underside of his tip was being brushed along her flank.

“Well?”

“Well, what?” Takato replied, his mind a series of wonderful tingles and moods.

“You know, Takato, I always have the best time when I’m with you.“ she whispered to him, working further up his shaft and sending clutching gasps of pleasure back down.

“Me…me too Juri.” he said, through eyes closed in please.

She giggled.

He felt her pull back and kneel between his spread legs. Through a curious eyes he saw her crack the most devious grin of them all. Then she cradled his overstuffed balls in a hand cold from the stall walls. His tip was now shimmering in a thick lacquer of pre-cum, which she unashamedly spread with renewed stroking along the whole stretch of his bulging length.

“I just love this girl, so very much.’

Not…Not now…Lingumon.

“Juri…what are you…?” he started, to which she winked, again placing a finger to her lips. “Shh Takato, now just sit back and buckle in, okay?”

He didn’t remember if he nodded or not, but the next thing he felt was a deep, full-bodied lick run from the edged of his sac to the tip of his cock.

Angel’s sang.

“J-Juri!” he cried, as she simply continued lashing his head with a supple, wonderful tongue. He braced himself against the stall and nearly bit his lip from the shear pleasure.

Juri, with some inborn talent, took his pipe in both hands and briskly stroked it between them, fluids sucking and licking as they went. Her lips curled over the rim of his helmet and kissed the edge of his tender foreskin, followed by her flexible tongue.

There was no was she hadn’t been thinking of this beforehand.

Taking his hands from the walls, Takato placed one on the back of her hand and snaked the other around the top of her dress, to engage the divine flesh of her newly made tits . She moaned into his shaft as thanks, then leaned back, planted a kiss on the very tip and threw off the straps of her dress with abandon

“Let me get rid of this.” she said, standing and almost tearing off the shirt beneath her green dress. As she did, he noticed the shine fluids just starting to glimmer on her thighs.

His ego smirked .

Dropping the garment on their discarded bags, she dived back onto his manhood, slurping up the tangy liquid that now pumped from him like a spigot. Groaning out shear bliss, he threaded both hands down her side and made short work of kneading her wondrous new figure. Having three inches of thick boy-meat in her mouth did little to quell her moans of appreciation. In fact..

With a satisfying pop, she dislodged his organ and beamed a mad grin of fun. “Mmmm, Takato! Now watch this!” she declared as she buried what seemed like an enormous sum of his tool in her mouth, groaning into throbbing flesh as she did. “That’s! UUH!” he stifled his call, now desperately massaging her breasts for all he could, pulling her remaining garment down for better access as he did.

Meanwhile, her hands where a blur of motion, one guiding her bobbing lips and the other polishing the root of his length, but quickly, it disappeared and dove up her dress, to where the boiling heat in her loins grew hottest. She’d had it there before, but never…never like this!

Tracing his veins with the tip of her tongue, the pair worked into a whirlwind of agonizing bliss , towards a climax that would, at the very least, be a train wreck of pure paradise.

“Ta...ka…to!” she said through the muffle of the thickest cock she’d ever heard of.

All Takato could do was urge her on with the skill of his hands and a chorus of panting. Deep, deep in his groin, a familiar feeling was rising to the surface.

“Juri! I’m…*pant*…going too.” was all he could manage. The weight of the world was shifting squarely to his gonads.

“Ish, okay..” she mumbled, working herself ever faster as she set her throat as deep as she could over him.

CHARMING ELIXER!

In a crescendo of pants, gasps, moans and then pure bliss, the first spear of molten spunk vanished down her throat, then another, and another in a constant purge of thick, milky cream, Juri coughed and withdrew, the next wave sitting on the bowl of her tongue, and crashing back down her gullet. It felt like someone was pressing their foot into his loins as ejaculate continued to pour from his spasming manhood, now in the process of coating her lips, chin and occasionally spilling into the hand she had cupped beneath her face.

F-fuck.

He had blanked out when his orgasm finished, and now stood, shaky-legged and hard-breathing, watching a naughty looking Juri mop up his mess.
First she swallowed with a sigh of refreshment, then licked her lips, cleaning her hands and giggled.

“That’s two you owe me, Takato.”

The look on her face was priceless. Like the feeling of her kiss the last stream of cum off his prick and stare into his eyes.

God Damn.

She giggled again and rose, revealing her inner thighs were painted with female fluids. “And Takato?” she questioned, as she fetched the infamous blue panties from her schoolbag, “could you hang on too these?” she then proceeded to lift her hem and reveal her moistened core, the white cotton undergarments she had on pushed away from the seat of her pleasure.

“Pardon? Oh!” Takato started, then called, as she stripped off her current knickers and briskly slipped on the ones he’d newly returned. She tossed the (relatively speaking) fresh pair onto his slowly receding tool.

“And why am I holding on to these?” he questioned, the blur of relief still in his blood.

She merely re-donned her shirt and smiled. “I can only wear one pair, silly, and those are a little…used . It would be a little embarrassing if someone asked about them.” She chuckled and picked up her bag. “Oh, and don’t worry about returning those, They’re not worth the trouble.” she beamed, a little devil clearly on her shoulder.

“And it won’t be weird I get caught with them?” Takato replied, hitching up his pants and straightening his boxers.

“Well, you already managed for the first half of the day, sooo…”

She had a strange kind of evil streak sometimes. He sighed. “Fine.”

“Hehe, I thought as much. Now…” she twirled and stood nose to nose with him, “My father’s on a supply run tonight and I think I want to talk about some things after school, sooo…” she trailed off and placed a demure look on her face.

You just can’t say no, can you? He chided himself. But, he did owe her twice now…

“I’ve just got to drop something off at the bakery, how about I meet you halfway?”

She fluttered her eyelashes and beamed, then planted a kiss square on his lips and opened the stall door. “Deal, Takato.”