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Saving Her Honor (mf, cons?, not rom)

By Ray

I pounded this out last night and it decided it had a mind of it's own. Didn't even go where I'd intended it to. Alright everyone, Take your ready . . . Take your Aim . . . Fire!!
The following story is only about 12 to 1,300 words long. It started out to be twice that length, with some very definite pre-planned incidents and a completely different ending from the one you are about to read. I took a short break in the middle of typing it and upon my return it seemed to take on a life of it's own. Results: What you see here.

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Adam's hands were full as he fumbled the front door open and stepped into his home's long narrow living room. Books, notebooks and folders from every one of his high school subjects overloaded his arms; he even had a folder held in his teeth. Kicking the door closed, with his heel, he was thinking that exam week was unfair when he stopped dead in his tracks. His arms fell limply to his sides and his mouth fell open. Everything he had just been carrying fell to the floor with a crash and a slither as notebooks and papers slid across the floor in an ever widening pool. Some few coming to rest against the back of the over-stuffed plush couch at the end of the little entry foyer.

Laying along the top of that couch back, directly in the breeze of the small oscillating fan was Yuko, a Foreign Exchange Student. His family was hosting Yuko here while his sister Kat was hosted by her family in Japan. What had so shocked him at the scene was that Yuko was practically naked. Well, she was naked, except for a very skimpy pair of white, french-cut panties. With one leg laid along the back of the couch and the other spread to one side, it's foot upon a coffee table against the back of the couch, he had a wide open view. Perhaps it was the angle of his vision, or the sun lancing through a window and falling on her upper legs and hips, but the thin white panties appeared so sheer he could almost see the fine individual hairs of her dark muff. He definitely could see the prominence of her pussy and the definitive cleft down it's center.

Forcing himself to avert his gaze, Adam found his eyes travelling across the slight roundness of her lower belly, into the narrowness of her waist her navel playing hide and seek as she breathed, winking at him. His eyes crossed the edge of her breastbone and rested briefly on her small half- handful breasts. There was almost no areole, but the nipples appeared thick. Each breast quivered from side to side slightly as her chest heaved and jerked. Forcing himself to look away from the sight he finally looked into her face. Her eyes were upon and she was looking at him and the mess of his books on the floor. Tears were rolling from her bloodshot eyes, and her breath was coming in gulps ... she'd been sobbing.

Forgetting his books, her nudity (well almost), and his concerns over exams, Adam took two paces forward. "Are you okay, Yuko? What's the trouble?"

Chest heaving she sobbed once before bursting out, "You are!" She rolled away, down, onto the couch and continued to her feet walking away from him.

"Huh? Wha ..." Adam was almost stuttering in surprise. Yuko was still moving away as he started around the couch to follow her. "Hey, wait a minute. What do you mean ... Will you STOP?! What do you mean I'm the problem? What have I done? Why ..."

Yuko turned and looked at him, Her slightly slanted brown eyes seeming to bore deeply into his. Her eyes widened for a moment and narrowed, her nostrils flared then pinched almost closed as her lips pursed tightly together.

"What haven't you done, you mean." She was standing tense, her elbows slightly bent, her hands almost fists; though not quite, almost resting on her hips; though not quite. "I've been here for five months. I'm going home to my family in five weeks. I'm seventeen years old, I'm still a virgin, and it's ALL YOUR FAULT!"

The tears started again as Yuko turned away again, starting for the stairs.

"Wha ... How ... Are you Nuts? Are you completely crazy? What the hell are you talking about?"

Yuko stopped and turned slowly around. There was a bright gleam in her eyes that looked dangerous. Her face seemed completely expressionless yet determined. Slowly she started walking towards Adam, speaking as she moved.

"Do you know why I came to your country? Why I volunteered to exchange student? I will tell you why. I came to America to have sex. That's why!" She seemed to be stalking him and Adam backed slowly away from her advance. "In my home, all of the boys are afraid of my family and no one will fuck with me."

Adam was shocked and nervous. I her five months under his family's roof she had never said a curse word. Never been anything but friendly and soft spoken. Yet here she was stalking him like a lioness and using the F word too.

"I have read many American romance books, heard many stories of horny American boys. When this exchange was offered me I think I can come here and be virgin no more. But what do I find? You and your father have told all the boys not to touch me! YOU have all your football friends watching to protect me. I am so kakkasouyou ... What is word, Frustrate, yes. You make me so frustrate ..."

"Frustrated"

"What?" a puzzled look in her eyes at the correction.

"Frustrated. The word you want is frustrated"

Her eyes seemed to darken and Adam found himself very much afraid of this little naked girl at that moment. At six-one, he stood head and shoulders above her small five-two frame, yet he was afraid.

"Frustrate, frustrated. I don't care!" She was advancing again and Adam put out one hand as if to hold her back. With a couple of swift moves, Yuko grasped his wrist and twisted using her leg to sweep his feet from beneath him. Almost before he realized, Adam was flat on his back amongst his fallen books and Yuko, this little slip of a girl was sitting on his chest. The crotch of her white panties was inches from his face and he found he could smell her.

Wrapping her fingers in his coarse black hair she bent over him as she lifted his face towards hers. "You are going to correct your mistake. You are going to make it good, now." Reaching between her own legs she grasped her panty crotch and with a wrenching twist tore the flimsy material, baring herself to his gaze. "Here is the itch. Here is the hurt. You will make it all better for me now and you will start by kissing my hurt." Pulling up on his hair she slid forward until her pussy met his lips.

Adam was at a loss for a moment. The circumstances completely bewildering him. His teen libido was quick to recover though and he found himself beginning to kiss, to tongue and taste this wonderful thing she had presented him with. His body began to react, and reacted even more quickly when she leaned back and began squeezing him through his pants.

Yuko found herself getting excited and wet as Adam worked and her anticipation built. She began fumbling at Adam's belt, unclasping it and straining at the snap on his tight jeans, striving to get at the object of her long unquenched desires. Her interest and intent lasted for all of two minutes. She had just gotten the zipper opened, just pushed her hand inside Adam's boxer shorts to feel him, shin to skin, when it happened.

Adam's libido and hormones had taken over. At seventeen, he believed himself to be the only virgin in his group of friends. He'd been close many times, getting as far as third base, believing more than once that he was finally to become a man. Then, each time his partner had stopped him, never allowing more than a mutual masturbation session. Now, finally, it was to happen. He was going to become a man today. His partner was not only willing, but she was demanding it from him. He'd seen the pictures, read the books, He was sure he knew what to do. Sucking his index finger into his mouth to wet it, he began sliding it up and down in her slit until he found the gap, the opening at the bottom. Twisting his finger until it started into the opening, Adam stiffened his finger and pushed, burying it to the fist in one move. On top of him, Yuko seemed to freeze in delight her breath catching in her throat.

Yuko's secret dreams ended the moment Adam pushed his finger suddenly into her. There was no gentleness to the move. The sudden tearing as the invader ripped through her hymen and the intense pain that accompanied it were enough to immobilize Yuko. The books she read had lied to her. There was no high thrilling sensation, no titillation. There was only the pain. A blinding overwhelming red haze that stopped her breathing and jerked her head back in it's intensity. Her mouth hung open, her widened eyes bulged, and the pain seemed to eat into her very being as Adam slid from beneath her and raised her to her knees.

Getting to his knees behind her and raising Yuko to her knees, Adam pushed his pants and boxers down his thighs. A few shreds of Yuko's torn panties had fallen across the bottom of her pussy, hiding it from Adam's view. Taking his hard cock in his right fist he brushed them away with the fingers of his left hand. So intent was he on his purpose, he did not see the thin trickle of blood on Yuko's pussy. At that point it was doubtful that seeing it would have changed things. Remembering the stag movie he and his friend Billy had borrowed from Billy's dad, Adam licked his palm and smeared the saliva over the head of his dick. Then, guiding it to the lips of Yuko's pussy and wriggling it to start entry, Adam pushed suddenly forward and dropped his body across Yuko's back. It seemed abrasive, almost scratchy like sandpaper, but he did get all the way in as Yuko sank flat to the floor beneath him.

Yuko was just regaining control of her body and was able to breath again. Tears of pain were streaking her hidden face. Her long dark brown hair hanging to the floor on either side of her head. Her vision was clearing and she was taking breath to tell Adam they must stop when he jammed his cock into her pain dried pussy. Adam was not over large, but to Yuko it felt as if someone had just forced a telephone pole into her already injured pussy. Adams weight came down on her back, forcing her prone to the floor. Her belly had no more than just touched the floor when Adam began to pump in and out of her, very fast and very hard. Each forward thrust seeming to open new avenues of pain. Each jab causing even more nerves and flesh to scream in protest.

Adam was pumping, humping across the ass of the girl beneath him, driving his hard cock in and out of her pussy. He started to slip out once, but caught himself just in time, the forward stroke driving it back into her depths. It felt rough and dry, not smooth and slippery as the books and his friends had said. Maybe it had something to do with her being Japanese. He'd heard they were different. Eight strokes, nine, ten strokes and he was emptying himself within her. His legs had locked and his body stiffened with the release of his sperm. He found he couldn't move until the spurting was finished, yet as soon as it was his legs and arms would no longer support him and he collapsed across Yuko's back.

Yuko sobbed beneath him.