| 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 family.
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 over.
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
as possible.
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 room.
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?" she yelled.
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 her body.
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
the room.
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 student-union room.
Nanako had a new passion.
The End
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