Late for Class

What will pop out this time…..let’s see….

It was my first time in Japan. The cherry trees were in bloom and their sweet fragrance floated on the air with the occasional delicious smell of cooking food. I was off the beaten path, away from the tourist areas, soaking up the local culture. It was early morning as I happened along the street in an area where I was getting more unusual looks than normal. Being a westerner in the East I stood out like a turkey in a chicken coop so receiving odd looks was becoming standard.

I had just passed a school and noticed small groups of girls carrying books and chatting as they headed toward it. They were wearing the kind of cute little uniforms that made guys have bad thoughts. I didn’t want to creep any of them out so I kept my head down and tried to hurry out of the area.

In my haste I almost collided with a tall girl. I stumbled as I took evasive action to avoid bowling her over and luckily she caught me by the shoulders before I did a face plant in the concrete.

“I’m so sorry miss! I didn’t mean to bump into you!” She steadied me before speaking.

“Oh! You’re American!” I smiled and nodded as I responded for the hundredth time.

“Yes. Guilty as charged. I’m from the states. I better let you get to class.” I stepped around her and took about two steps when her hand grabbed my shoulder again.

“Uh, Mister? I’m so sorry, but this just happened.” I turned back to find the front of her skirt resting on top of a hard penis. I took a double take from her throbbing erection to the concerned look on her face, back to the erection. I’d heard of Futanari, but thought they were just some urban legend. “I’m so sorry this has happened to you, being American and all, you’re not used to this.” I was concerned and wary.

“Used to what?”

“Well, you have given me and erection and you must take care of it for me. It is the honorable thing to do.” A cold chill ran down my spine. “You are an honorable man are you not?”

“I…..uh, sure, but….” She seemed relieved as she cut in.

“Oh good! We’ll have to make this a quickie. I don’t want to be late for my Physics class.” She reached for my belt as I sputtered and I tried to back away.

“Wait! I don’t understand!” She gave me that concerned look again.

“There’s nothing to understand. I’m going to stick my penis in your bottom to relieve my erection. That is what must be done. It is required of you since you caused it. Please! We are wasting valuable time!”

She grabbed me again and this time shucked my pants down around my ankles. With smooth movements she pushed me a couple of steps to a sign post, bent me forward at the waist and placed my shoulder against the post. I felt the tip of her penis rubbing a slippery substance all around my anus and then she entered me. Fully. She unceremoniously began pumping. Each thrust pulling a soft girlish ‘ugh, ugh, ugh,’ in a steady rhythm.

My eyes were closed and my mind reeling as this girl had her way with me. Then to my even deeper humiliation I heard a sing-song voice declare,

“Cho, you’d better hurry! Class starts in ten minutes!” The giggle that followed let me know that it had been spoken in English on purpose. When my eyes opened I saw three girls, much like Cho, walking past and the one closest caught my eye and winked at me as she puckered up and gave me an air kiss. Their giggles faded away as they past us.

Cho’s rhythm was increasing. She was pistoning in and out with deep urgency when suddenly she buried herself to the hilt.

“Aheeeeeeeeee! Uhg! Aheeeeeeee! ugh……ugh…..ugh.” Cho’s release echoed from the buildings and anyone within six blocks would know she was having an orgasm. I felt her cum hard and in an unbelievable volume. I could see my lower abdomen stretching slightly as she grunted a few times to finish topping off a load that would have challenged a bull. She pulled her penis from me with a soft plop.

I looked back at her as her juices ran down the insides of my thighs and saw the innocent looking school girl tuck her flaccid penis back into her panties then straightening her skirt. She met my eye and smiled.

“See you after school.” was all she said.

 

 

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