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Taco Tuesday

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On Monday, I had to write a report on what I did for Halloween. On Tuesday, I had a follow-up question…

Teacher sent back my report first, and I got an 87% I won’t copypaste the whole report, and what all I got wrong, but I got to dress up as a Kogal. That’s a Japanese school-girl, but after-school is when they get to be creative with the uniform.

It’s an art-form, I guess like anything else is in Japan, but I had to ask after lessons. “Any Questions?” She asked over the head-phones, so I typed mine in chat.

[What’s Cultural Appropriation?] My brother told me it was Social Justice BS, but he didn’t spell out the B, and the S part. I figured since Mrs. Musa’s from Lagos Nigeria in Africa. So she would know, but it’s not Social Justice, it’s Civil Rights. They only call it “SJW BS” if a girl stands up for her rights, or equal rights, like Black Lives Matter? Yeah.

“Oh, Keely? Well, I’m glad you asked that.” She got to my question first.

Somebody typed in [Liberal BS] in the comments, but I ignored him.

“That means when you take something from another culture, without understanding it well enough to respect it.”

[Okay, I knew there was more to it then that.]

“Than.”

[Sorry, ^Than that.] She’s a teacher, that’s what they do. It’s not like Damien correcting me all the time, just because he’s 2 years older. He thinks he knows everything, when he really doesn’t. [So, it’s not Cultural Appropriation if I dress up as a Japanese Schoolgirl for Halloween?]

[Pics or it never happened.]

“All right, now Wayne. Wait your turn. Keely? Look, I’m not going to tell you how to live your life.”

[Weeb]

“But, it might be even less of a Cultural Appropriation if you dressed up as a European Schoolgirl.”

[AN European Schoolgirl.] She just ignored the comments, which was probably the smart thing to do, but they kept on scrolling up, and catching my eye. Wayne should really talk to my brother, if he’s gonna correct our teacher’s English. Even after class is officially over, they could argue all day over who’s actually right, but my Damien would probably whip his ass.
Since Wayne’s my age, but it sure would be worth it, just to shut him up.

“For instance, a Catholic Schoolgirl.”

[Even though I’m not Catholic?] I typed back.

“No, but again. You understand Catholic culture better than you understand Japanese culture.”

[Well, what about Anime, and Manga? That’s not like actual Japanese culture, because it’s fictional. So, it’s just like ripping off a Fantasy version of Japanese culture.]

[I’m still waiting on those pics.]

“Huh!” She sighed, “Well, just as long as you understand that culture well enough to actually respect it, instead of assuming that you do. Just because you watched a few Japanese cartoons.” She looked down, in the corner, at her chat. “Now, kids. Stop burying each other’s questions asking for pictures of her Halloween costume. Does anybody have any questions for me?”

I just signed off, but as soon as I did, Damien elbowed me, and showed me what he’d been looking up on the Tablet. “Check it out.” I set down the headphones, but of course, he got done with his teacher about the same time as I did. So, he started looking up pictures on the internet. “You got any panties like these?”

“I don’t have any black, and white striped ones, no. What’s with that extra black stripe across them?” It was straight, instead of curved around the shape of her crotch, underneath her skirt.

“It’s just censored, which is stupid, if you ask me. You’re allowed to show little schoolgirls getting raped by aliens with tentacles, but they have to blur out her pussy, or put a line across it. As if you can’t tell where it’s going, with all the cum dripping out.”

I shrugged, “I don’t know, the Japanese are weird like that,” but mom came in to take the tablet away.

“Damien, what did I tell you about looking at dirty pictures when you’re supposed to be paying attention to your teachers?”

“Oh, mom. It’s not a dirty picture, look. She’s got all her clothes on.”

“Then what was all that about censorship, and Anime girls getting raped by aliens with tentacles?” She shook her head, “Honestly, you make me regret naming you Damien every damned day.”

“Well, for your information, it’s not Anime, it’s Manga.” I just pushed past her to go down the hall, and back to my room. “And I wasn’t looking at them in class. I waited till we’re done, and signed off, first.”

“And how do you keep disabling the Parental Filters?”

“It’s not filtered, because it’s not porn. It’s already censored, and she’s still got all her clothes on.”

He just looked up Panchira on Image Search, and clicked on the first picture that wasn’t filtered out. I saw it, when he switched back to the page, but now that I was out of School, I could get out of my Dress Code clothes, and work on my Uniform.

It’s not Uniform, that’s the point. You just start with the uniform, then Fashion is what you can get away with adding, to make it your own. “Huh,” now that she mentions it, I could probably change this to look more like a Catholic uniform, and loosen it up, after school.

I can’t go out, yet. That’s the only reason why dad let me get it in the first place, he didn’t have to worry about me going out, dressed like this. A “Naughty Schoolgirl” when it’s not Naughty, at all. It’s just cool.

For instance, you’ve got the Zettai Ryōiki, the gap between the tops of the thigh high socks, and the bottom of the skirt. Once I pulled it up, and belted it on tight above the hips. To show my knees, and pushed the socks down to pull out the ruffles so they stacked up, attractively. That shows a whole lot more leg, and also lets a lot of hot air out.

So you can dry some of the sweat off, especially when it’s hot, or you start warming up from boy’s attention. Okay, yeah. I’m starting puberty, and I don’t have a whole lot to show for it, but if I don’t button up my blouse too high, then at least you can catch glimpses of my bra, and what’s the point of even owning pretty underwear if you can’t show it off?

My cute little Oppai, squeezed together with my arms so I can shake them with a cute little giggle. “Oh yeah.” The bow is all wrong, too Japanese. So, I grabbed my jacket, and buttoned it up. Popped my collar out, and went to see if Damien was in his room.

“Uh,” he sat up, and stuck his pillow over his lap. “Can’t you knock?”

I closed the door, and lowered my voice. ‘well, if you can walk in on me changing, then i don’t have to knock either.’ I raised my voice, “You still have that green, and gold checked tie, to match this?” I pulled my shirt out, and crossed my knee over, just a little to late to cover the front of my panties for a quick flash of Panchira.

Look, he helped me do research, and that’s what it’s all about, right? The male gaze, and he’s the only male I can really practice on, locked up like this. Besides, I don’t want his boner to go away, just because I walked in on his after-school stroke.

“Huh yeah. It should be hanging on the tie rack.” He pulled his pants up, while I had my back turned, to go through his ties. “What’s it for, you really listening to Mrs. Moose’s.”

“It’s pronounced Müsa, like Music, or in Rassmüssen.”

“Well, it was all Mrs. mÜsa’s idea to make it Catholic, because I guess it’s cool to culturally appropriate from Catholics, since they’re white, huh?”

“Well, if you think about it, the Catholic Church is the worst case of Cultural Appropriation in history.” He’s an Atheist, in fact he’d rather debate Catholics online then just about anybody, since those are the ones he understands the best. That, and they’re pretty much a cult of mass delusion, so it’s an easy win. “They took something from the middle east to Rome. Then England, where they changed everybody’s name to Mary, James, and Joseph, and then they went around forcing their religion on everyone in the New World by the sword, with a side helping of Smallpox.”

“Huhah. All right.” He got up, and stopped trying to hide his boner, because it was gone bye then, I checked. “Well, let me show you how to tie this.”

“No,” I slapped his hands off my collar, and popped it back up. “That’s the point. Don’t you get the whole idea of Kogal fashion yet? It’s for after school, so you can loosen your tie, unbutton your blouse, go out, and have fun.”

“Huh?” He looked up, from my unbuttoned blouse, and I pulled my jacket back down. With the tie just hanging even around my collar. So, he couldn’t see straight down to my bra again, once I finished fixing my collar up.

“Come on, let’s go out before mom comes to remind us it’s time.”

“Oh, okay.” After school we have to go out for at least an hour of fresh air. It’s at least 6′ away from the back yard fence all around, so we grabbed our masks, and put them on.

“You know, you look even more asian with the mask on, right?” He grinned, as soon as we’re out on the back porch.

I shrugged, “I don’t care, I think I like the naughty Catholic look a little better, because that’s even naughtier.”

“Yeah, all Japanese are perverts, so they’re lucky they don’t get raped walking around after school like that.”

“Don’t be racist.”

“It’s not racist, Japanese isn’t a race. It’s just as,” he put up quotey fingers “Racist” /quote, “To point out that Irish people like to drink.”

“Uh!” I rolled my eyes, but went around the corner, and looked around. Over the fence, “Speaking of which, I have to pee.” I pulled my skirt up even higher, and slipped my panties down. “So keep an eye out in case somebody comes.”

I winked, and squatted down, but for some reason. Even with his crotch right in front of me, he just couldn’t get it up again. I didn’t really have to pee, so I really had to take a deep breath, and push. “HhuhH!” My eyes fluttered, and I heard the dirty patters hit the dirt. “Huh!”

“Yeah, me too.” I got out of the way, after he already unzipped his pants, but he ment it this time.

What? I know it’s Incest, but I don’t care. As long as we don’t get me pregnant, at least I don’t have to worry about taking care of inbred retard babies.

“Huh!” He shook it off, and squeezed the last drops out, but he was starting to get a little cubby.

“Here, let me give you a hand with that.”

“Yeah, Bethany. You mind if I call you Bethany?”

“It sounds like a Catholic name.” I pushed my thumb down his buttcrack, and hugged my tits around his arm. “What’s wrong, you can’t get it up unless I put on a black wig, and squint my eyes to look more Japanese?”

“It’s from a Movie. Dogma.”

“Huh, but that’s Roman Catholic, not Irish Catholic.”

“Hhuh, I bet you’re a natural blonde.” He knows it, of course. We both are, which is why I had to squint, to hide my blue eyes, and draw points in my eyeliner. Epicanthic folds in my eyelids, and pencil over my eyebrows to look even a little Asian, but I know that’s silly now.

“Hhuh, yeah. You know what they say, Catholic girls give the best hand jobs.”

“NGHM!” He bit his lip, closed his eyes, and nodded. His butt tensed up, and I goosed him to feel his taint twitch. His balls pump out spurt after spurt until he stopped shaking, cumming, and the last little bit dribbled down my knuckles.

It’s just practice, for when I can get a real boyfriend, but there’s no reason why he has to handle himself. Every time. I shook my fingers off, in the dirt. “Huh, you know what? I bet there’s going to be a lot more freindzoned incel cucks after this quarantine lifts.”

“Huh, yeah.”

“You better get better at eating pussy, if you want to cuckhold them.” I told him that, I’d tell all the girls how good he is at eating pussy, as soon as I got the chance. Just like he tells all the boys I’m a deep-throat queen. As if he’s got enough to deep throat, in middle school. “Go on, get down on your knees. Don’t make me beg you.”

“Owh!” he whined, “I like it when you beg.”

“I know, so. Huh!” I rolled my eyes. “Please? You know it makes me so horny, just touching your big hard cock. Hhuh!” He hit my clit, hard. “Careful, it’s not a cum button, you know. You can’t just spam the cum button, you have to lick the hole too. Hhuheah. Yeah, lick the piss out of my fuckhole, cuck. Huh, pop my cherry with your tongue. Huh, yeah now hit the clit. Uh, huh! Ngh!” I shook my head. “Hoh, holdit. Ngh hold it right there. Hold still and just let me fuck your tongue. Yeah, just like that. Huh.”

He rolled it up, to fuck, just like the obedient cuck he is. “Hhuh! HhuhHuh! HuhHhHhHhuh! Uh huh! You are what you eat, pussy.”

I was getting close…

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