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Nanako's New Passion (mf, teens, rp)
by Kristen Kathleen Becker
Last Edit 03/18/00
Nanako ran through the park at amazing speed, on her
second wind now. She was thinking about the upcoming
competition and, though nobody could have guessed it
from her appearance, Nanako was worried.
Her traditional upbringing made her worry about every-
thing she did. No matter how much she achieved, there
was always the possibility she would make a mistake,
and thereby shame her father and mother.
Her supreme ambition was to be a world-class figure
skater. She had one of the best reputations for con-
sistency, and an uncanny ability always to come through
on the most difficult jumps. She knew, however, that
some day it would happen: she would fall, or make some
other irreparable mistake, and bring shame on her
As Nanako ran, she was thinking such thoughts, and not
about her surroundings. She'd run through the park many
times before in her constant effort to keep body and
mind finely tuned; to keep herself fully prepared for
the grueling competition that anyone at the top of
their profession must face. She ran past the man who
sells pigeons, and then by the flower seller, who
always smiled and waved at her when she passed.
Turning into her home street, Nanako saw that her
father had already come home. She picked up her pace,
because she was running a little late and evening-
school classes would be starting in less than an hour.
Her father was very strict about punctuality. A quick
shower, hair blown dry and a quick change into her
sailor suit (her mother thought it made her look more
studious), and Nanako was walking to school as fast as
her graceful body would allow without actually running.
She was just going to make it. Class that night was
about human relations, a topic required for over-all
credit. Nanako wanted to complete her education in case
she ever really hurt herself skating. It was always in
the back of her mind that she might damage her body in
some way, and that her skating career would then be
When she entered the class room, breathing fast from
her recent exertions, she found only Hiji there. He was
a boy she'd known for many years, one who was always in
trouble. He was what is known in Japan as an "Ashuta" -
a 'bad boy' - and Nanako had had a few run-ins with him
over the years. They'd been friends of sorts when
younger, but lately she'd tried to ignore him as far
Hiji had always fancied this girl who sat next to him
in class, but had never gotten anywhere with her. She
was always too busy, what with all the traveling she
did, and school activities. He was jealous of her life-
style, and wished he also had a talent that could get
him out of their drab little village.
He also admired Nanako, for her confidence and her
beauty. Whenever he saw her, jealousy and admiration
always battled one another. Tonight jealousy won out.
He'd just broken up with his latest girlfriend because
she thought he was a loser. She had actually called him
a loser! He'd so wanted to go back to her house and
teach her a lesson, but she had two older brothers whom
he didn't want to tangle with.
This made him even madder, because it was humiliating
to be afraid of them. Such thoughts and emotions were
swirling around in Hiji's head as Nanako entered the
room. It made him even angrier to see this successful
girl, who wouldn't even give him the time of day.
On an angry impulse Hiji strode up to Nanako and
grabbed her by the hair, forcing her to cry out in pain
and surprise. He tightened his grip on Nanako's glossy
black hair and marched her, bent sideways, out of the
They went like this a long way down the empty hall and
into the vacant student-union room. Nanako was too
shocked to scream. A good Japanese girl never made a
scene, and she'd no idea why Hiji was acting like this.
As they entered the empty room she could just hear
other students entering the building at the far end of
the long hallway. The sounds were abruptly extinguished
when Hiji slammed, then locked, the door.
This was too much for her. "Hiji! What are you doing?"
He released her and leaned against the door. "I think
it's time you learnt something you can't get from
books. I'm going to show you how to have fun!"
Nanako had no idea what he meant. What was happening?
Why was he doing this? As she looked on, Hiji began
unzipping the fly of his pants. He unbuttoned the
single button above the zipper and pushed his pants and
underwear down his thighs, revealing, to Nanako's
surprise, a large, stiff penis.
She'd never seen a full erection before. Sure, she'd
seen her little brother naked, even given him a bath
many times when he was younger, but she'd never
imagined it could grow so big.
She backed away, consternation in her lovely face, as
a realization of Hiji's intentions filtered into her
mind. She pleaded with him: "No, Hiji, please! No...!"
but he just grinned at her.
Her back came against the student lockers, and suddenly
she knew that this boy was going change her life for-
ever, and she felt deeply sad. It wasn't that she hated
Hiji at that moment. Nor was it so much that she feared
his intentions; though she did. But her family was
going to be shamed, and she would never be able to hold
her head up in public again.
All the years of taking particular care of her body,
all the missed parties to keep her virtue intact, would
be wasted. Such thoughts filled her mind as her horny
oppressor walked purposefully towards her.
Hiji had become so aroused by the act of exposing his
cock to this previously unattainable, beautiful girl,
and by thoughts of what he was going to do to her, that
he very nearly ejaculated on the spot.
Instead he pushed his body right up against hers and
felt, against his own breast, her heart pounding in her
chest. She seemed to him like a little lost bird wait-
ing to be consumed by a predator. He rather liked the
idea of being a predator, so that was how he behaved.
He bent down and, with one mighty pull, he yanked down
Nanako's skirt. Then he grabbed her panties and yanked
them down also. Without a word he dragged her to a
chair, sitting down and pulling her on to his lap.
Nanako was shocked to find her bare bottom on Hiji's
lap, and horrified to see his swollen penis emerge
between her legs, in front of her crotch. She tried to
resist, but Hiji was far too aroused to let her go.
There was a silent struggle as he tried to penetrate
the young beauty, their bodies twisting and turning as
Nanako struggled to free herself.
She didn't know it, but heightened perceptions, com-
bining with her struggles and the friction of her
pussy against Hiji's erection, were making her healthy
young body react in a normal way by preparing itself
for sexual intercourse. Her vagina began involuntarily
releasing its slick fluids in preparation for the act
that it instinctively knew was going to take place.
To Nanako's horror, during one of the twists and turns
the young couple made as they struggled, Hiji's penis
somehow managed to get into the 'right' position, and
slipped easily into her. At the same moment, and with-
out realizing the possible consequences, Nanako had
been pushing her bottom down onto Hiji in an effort to
lever herself up off his lap.
Using that push, Hiji sank his slicked cock deep inside
the gasping young athlete. Nanako couldn't believe it;
he was actually fucking her. And he was, too!
When Hiji felt his cock penetrate Nanako's vagina, he
began wildly thrusting upwards, in and out, humping
Nanako for all he was worth. There was a single thought
in his mind, one objective - TO GET HIMSELF OFF IN HER!
She felt his deep thrusts, his hands holding her
tightly as he moved under and within her. She wondered:
if she became pregnant, would she have to marry this
man? Must she give up her career to take care of his
child? She was pondering questions like these when -
all of a sudden - a kind of flash went off deep inside
Nanako shivered, and her body began to sweat. Sweat was
flowing down her back, under her sailor shirt, when it
happened again, but much more intensely this time. As
Hiji thrust yet again into her, she felt a tightening
sensation between her legs that ran up her belly and
out to the tip of her fingers and toes.
The feeling seemed to be flowing through all her veins
and capillaries, and it was wonderful. She'd never felt
anything like it before. She was a good girl, with a
very busy life, and she'd never masturbated. Being
raped by this boy was her very first sexual experience.
Hiji, thrusting and pounding away, felt his come
exploding inside this beautiful girl. His head felt as
if it was wrapped round with an iron band. He couldn't
think; all he could do was ejaculate into the girl on
his lap. He pumped and pumped his hot seed deep into
her, and groaned when he felt himself begin to run dry.
At last Hiji was done. The room was almost silent now,
disturbed only by the sound of heavy breathing and
Nanako's quiet sobbing.
Hiji felt his cooling sperm begin to dribble from be-
tween his victim's abused pussy lips. He began to be a
little disturbed by the sound of her sobs. In the
aftermath of his actions he started to think about the
future, and to realize that what he had done today
would have consequences tomorrow.
After a little while Nanako disengaged herself. She
walked uncertainly to her discarded skirt and panties,
picked them up and, with shaking hands, put them on
again. Wordlessly, she stumbled to the door and left
For a while Hiji remained sitting on the chair, his
penis limp and still coated with a mix of juices. He
sprang to life, however, on hearing noises from the
hall and scrambled to put his clothes on, completing
the task just as several students entered the room.
He knew them, and mumbled a hello before hurriedly
leaving the room.
Nanako missed school the next two days, and a week
later she failed to make the train for the Tokyo
figure skating competition.
* * *
She did, however, meet Hiji at school on the third day,
and this time it was she who led the way to the empty
Nanako had a new passion.
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his encouragement
and proofing and to Ian for doing such a good job
editing my little story.
© 1997 Kristen Kathleen Becker
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