Ring of Desire (closed: by invitation)

[Lovelynice]

Just as a general explanation to those readers of this thread who wonder what’s going on, because it must get confusing;

A young man, Jason O’Reilly, recently found a magic-ring that gives the wearer the power to change all of reality, even the past, to whatever that he writes. So far though, Jason hasn’t realized the power that he has, but already his feverish horny writing has re-written the world dramatically…and turned his sister into her best friends’ sex-pet and her dad’s fucktoy…and Jason still hasn’t noticed yet!

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There was once a very different world from this one that we live in now, a world of long ago, and also a world with a different past from ours. Differences and differences, and when the world changed, none of our modern historians are truly aware…of when the history that they know…came into being. There was a world once…where the most powerful magic existed, and although sorcerers were not commonplace, they did indeed exist, and the magic that they wielded was not only real, it’s effects could be devastating. You may dismiss all this as mere fancy, the flight of imagination soaring to heights that would instil a sense of vertigo most disturbing. Yet, where else could the words for such things as sorcerers and magic have come from, if they never existed at all? The mystery that legends of dragons exist worldwide, and what of the gods themselves, their power has waned, but did they ever truly die…or are all these things just waiting…waiting to be called into existence again…by the magic that made them a lie?

____Magic rings and other things,
________await thee further on,
___________in the wonderful and terrifying tale of the…


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On a very ornate silver & gold laced ring, ancient and exquisite in it's graceful beauty of serpentine Celtic traceries, are these words written.

By their true name once spoken,
In the sweetness of their youth…
They become as thy lustfully desire,
The girls of men’s dreams…

By thy spoken command,
They shall be bound,
By thy written laws,
Even the world shall obey,
As if thy laws were set in stone,
Since time and the world began…

Be wary, oh ringbearer,
For not all can be undone,
That which is thrice spoken,
Or twice written ,
Can never be changed.




The Legend

It was worn by conquerors and kings, the most terrible of villains and the greatest of heroes, including many of the most famed and notorious people of history. It was worn by the builders of empires, and was the downfall of entire civilizations, and some who have studied the tales of the Ring claim that it was responsible for the sinking of Atlantis, and it was the Ring that wiped the existence of MU almost entirely from this world, leaving it only a mere memory…

Many times the Ring had been lost, sometimes by accident, and sometimes by design, and even some had sought to destroy it. But always, the Ring was found again, and over the long ages and epochs of this world, it was passed from hand to hand as the possession of many…

It was the Ring that allowed men such as Alexander the Great and Temujin to conquer vast empires within their own lifetimes. It was the Ring worn on the hand of Saint Germain that gave him his long life of youthfulness, and it was the Ring that gave power to the Russian peasant monk Grigori Rasputin who sought to rule Russia from behind the throne and used it’s power to seduce a great many noble women. The Ring has travelled on the hands of it’s owners across the entire length and breadth of continents, and around the globe of the Earth many times since it came into being in the long gone age of the dinosaurs. The wearer of the Ring has the potential power to destroy the world, or recreate it anew…

The Ring of Desire is the most dangerous item in all of existence, and was never meant for merely mortal hands…

It was brought to Japan by a lieutenant in the army of General Douglas Macarthur, and there, in Japan, the Ring was lost again. Many decades were to pass before somebody was to find it…and wear it once more.


The Power of the Ring of Desire

The Ring gives the power to change reality, almost completely, but within some limitations. The Ring can be worn by either a man or a woman, but it favours men more. Once the Ring is worn, it can not be removed by any deliberate means, and will rarely fall off as it adjusts magically to fit the wearer’s finger.

By their true name once spoken
By speaking a girl’s true name (only once, and the true name is the intimate nickname that her own family uses for her, not the common name used by outsiders), she is thereafter bound to obey all spoken commands of the Ring’s wearer ( By thy spoken command, They shall be bound, ). The ringbearer can use any command from simple “Do this” to setting rules (“You can never wear pants”). The other power given by speaking the girl’s true name (even if only once), is that she will be transformed overnight ( They become as thy lustfully desire, The girls of men’s dreams )while she sleeps to how the ringbearer and other men sexually fantasize about how they want her to appear like (this isn’t only the ringbearer’s fantasy version though, it’s a blend of the sexual fantasy version of the girl’s appearance as she is in the dreams of every guy in the neighbourhood – but the ringbearer can dominate the changes by writing them down).

This power granted by the Ring by the use of a girl’s true name only applies on young women and teenage girls who are of marriageable age ( In the sweetness of their youth ).

By thy written laws, Even the world shall obey,
As if thy laws were set in stone, Since time and the world began…
Anything written down by the ringbearer becomes a true part of reality, as if it had always been true. If the writing is erased or destroyed, then reality reverts back to what it was before. Such writing can be done in any language, as long as it is comprehended by the ringbearer doing the writing, and written on anything, in any form, even typed. Think about it…the ringbearer has to be VERY careful…. Even a mere note about something becomes true. On the plus side, the ringbearer can never fail a written history exam (anything that they wrote becomes a true fact of history for as long as the writing exists).

Be wary, oh ringbearer, For not all can be undone,
That which is thrice spoken, Or twice written , Can never be changed.
The ringbearer should be very cautious about what they say or write. If they give the same spoken command or rule to one of the girls that they have “true-named”, three times, then it becomes a permanent command/rule that can’t be countered. If the ringbearer writes something down, and repeated it even after erasing it, the written fact becomes a permanent fact of reality and can’t be changed or erased, even if the writing itself is destroyed.






Settings & Characters


Ayumi O’Reilly (Lovelynice)
Ayumi is the most beautiful & sexy girl in Ichigo Girls Senior College by popular opinion.
Ayumi is the fantasy subject of probably every guy in her family’s neighbourhood, including even a few of the girls. With her shapely figure, although she is small & slight in build otherwise, Ayumi has lovely firm breasts of at least a C-cup (as the boys estimated), and her long thighs and calves seem too long for her 5’2” height. Ayumi O’Reilly has been the most dramatically changed by Jason, so far….

Ayumi was able to wear normal clothing in the USA, but after she came to Japan, her fashion changed to 6” skirts which meant that every guy (and some of the girls) tried frequently to get a glimpse up her skirt, especially as she NEVER wears panties….but from the 1st night after Jason found the Ring of Desire, as soon as Ayumi walked into the LDK “living” room at dinner time, all of her skirts and clothes changed; all of her skirts became so short that none of them could cover her pussy at all, and only cover the top-half of her lovely ass-cheeks, but not the bottom half. When she left the apartment to go to Rie’s place that first night, her clothing situation became even stricter; suddenly her dress changed so that the whole of ass-cheeks and pussy would be exposed - She absolutely can not wear any clothes that would cover more than that, and every item of clothing that she puts on changes so that it won’t cover her pussy or bottom at all…and she can’t wear bras or panties or pantyhose or any kind of pants either, and she doesn’t have any of those things. Ayumi’s blouses are particularly thin and sheer, becoming transparent with the slightest damp (even summer’s high humidity). She can’t wear underwear or more than a single layer of clothing, but she is kept warm on even the coldest of days in Winter. Also at the same time, as when she left her apartment that night, Ayumi’s school uniform changed, and the school regulations about what her uniform changed too, so now her school uniform is only a blouse and her high-heeled pumps; stockings, socks, and skirts are NEVER allowed! Her long sexy legs have to be bare and easy to see and touch.

Ayumi’s heels can’t touch the ground or floor, except when she’s lying down or kneeling or sitting cross-legged….when she stands, she always has to stand tip-toe with her heels as high up as she can stretch her feet. All her shoes are high-heeled pumps with 7” heels (I figure that maybe they have thicker soles, as well as the steepest possible angle, because Ayumi is only 5’2” tall).

Since that 1st night, Ayumi has been beset by a curse that she is going to become hornier and hornier and will always be the horniest, most sex-crazed, and wanting it, teenage girl in the whole of Japan but the more sex-crazed and horny she is, the more embarrassed and shy that she becomes…she wants to fuck like mad, but she’s always too embarrassed and never get used to it, even as she gets hornier and hornier. All pleasurable sexual sensations felt by Ayumi are amplified by a factor of 100. Her pussy becomes neat and compact, always tight like a virgin’s, but she can be fucked by the largest dick in the world and still enjoy it and she’d never suffer any harmful effects from it. Ayumi is like one of those girls in hentai…she can get fucked by demons and tentacle-monsters and guys with huge dicks, being forced to have orgasms again and again, but she never gets tired and never gets injured, no matter how long she is fucked and molested, or how violently, or how big the cocks and phallic tentacles are…also, from now on, her breasts grow until by the end of the week they are really big and bouncy (huge DD-cup) without sagging, causing her any harm or physical problems, and they are firm, very sensitive and ultra-sensitive large always hard nipples and her clitoris is ultra-sensitive too with NO hood so it's always exposed to stimulation…and she never gets old, always physically she is a teenage girl.

Ayumi can’t hide her pussy with her hands except when she is masturbating, and she can’t cover or hide her pussy or bottom deliberately from anyone’s view with any other objects (towels, books, schoolbag, etc…). When she sits down, she ALWAYS has to spread her legs really wide, wide as they can go, and when she lies down or sleeps, she always does so in a very erotic and sexually inviting way…it will always be in a position in which she could be easily fucked.

Ayumi never gets used to any of these things, but is always embarrassed and ashamed and made hornier by them. Despite how embarrassing and indecent and fantastic all these things are, everyone else acts as like it’s good that these things to happen to Ayumi. Even the way she dresses is considered to be best for her, and everyone knows that Ayumi has to dress like that, it’s also in Japanese law and the school regulations at her school. Ayumi must still go out, go to school on school-days, go shopping sometimes, and visit friend’s places no matter how embarrassed she is (and she’ll always be very embarrassed by all the sexual extremes, lack of clothing, and her own involuntarily indecent behaviour).

. Her most beautiful feature is her face, which even without make-up is attractive enough for an idol-singer or front-cover model on a fashion magazine. Her naturally blonde hair combined with her half-Japanese looks make her exotic enough to turn every guy’s head, and in most people’s opinion actually suits her face well.
Ayumi will be played by Lovelynice.



Jason O’Reilly (Ayumi’s older half-brother) (Veryknowing)
Ayumi has a half-brother, “Jason”, who was born in the USA and grew up there. Jason’s mother divorced his father while he was still only two years old, but kept regular contact even after his father remarried to a Japanese woman (Ayumi’s mother). When he heard that his father had moved far away to Japan, Jason was offered the chance of moving out and living with his Dad, a chance which Jason eagerly accepted. Ayumi who had been raised almost as an only child is still not accustomed to living with a teenage boy around the home (who no doubt perves on his younger sister). Jason was originally played by Grail, but is now played by Veryknowing.


Junko Kawabata (Iced_Cherry)
One of Ayumi’s few close friends in Japan, and also a student at Ichigo Girls. She is slender, slight of build, but has nice legs that make her look good in a short skirt. Junko is disappointed with her small breasts, which only barely fill an A-cup bra (so she usually wears a wonder-bra). Her face is almost elven, with pretty features and a cheeky look. Junko seems like the wild one of the group, flirty and daring, but she is conservative in ways that have surprised her friends. Junko wears extremely short skirts with hems that only go down far enough to cover the top-half of her pussy-groove, leaving the lower part of her pussy visible, and exposing the lower rounds of her ass-cheeks as well, and she NEVER wears panties. She also lives in the same apartment building as Ayumi (one of the reasons they became friends). Junko is becoming sexier and sexier, her breasts growing bigger until by the end of the week, they’ll have grown at least two bra cup-sizes larger.

Junko is played by Iced_Cherry


Keiko Sakamoto (Tanuki)
Keiko was not your typical Japanese teenage girl, for she'd lived the first 5 years of her life in America. Her father was a Japanese-American diplomat, born of a Japanese mother and Dutch father. When he met Keiko's mother, they'd decided to return to Japan, where her father worked in the American embassy.
To avoid the inevitable teasing, Keiko had taken her mother's name, and she looked typical Japanese with her long black hair, smoothly tanned skin and diminutive height. Yet her curvaceous hips and ass looked decidedly western, and her perky breasts attracted endless comments and surreptitious touches from the Japanese boys in her high school. Fortunately they were not so large that Keiko couldn't conceal them - for she seldom wore tight fitting or revealing clothes. Keiko is becoming sexier and sexier, her breasts growing bigger until by the end of the week, they’ll have grown at least two bra cup-sizes larger.
Keiko wears extremely short skirts with hems that only go down far enough to cover the top-half of her pussy-groove, leaving the lower part of her pussy visible, and exposing the lower rounds of her ass-cheeks as well, and she NEVER wears panties. Now a 1st year student in Ichigo Girl's Senior College, Keiko was hoping to become a diplomat like her father, for she loved languages and culture. She also starred on their school soccer team. Keiko loved her school, and she'd made three of her closest friends in the world, right in her own apartment building. Keiko is played by Tanuki.

Rie Yoshiharu (Silvergirl)
Rie is the tallest of Ayumi’s close friends, 5’6”, but despite a slender appearance of being trim, taut, and terrific, she is also surprisingly the strongest physically as well. Rie is becoming sexier and sexier, her breasts growing bigger until by the end of the week, they’ll have grown at least two bra cup-sizes larger. She is very physically active, and a good swimmer. Rie’s mother was the typical “education mama”, very strict, pushy, and wanting her daughters to succeed. For that reason, her mother began sending Rie and her older sister to English lessons at a very young age, and by the time Rie was six, she was doing piano lessons, ballet lessons, gymnastics, swimming, and learning math as well. Her mother’s pushiness eventually drove the oldest daughter to marry relatively early, at the age of 20, in secret, to a nightclub bouncer from Australia and flee to that far away country. Both her parents were horrified, and the rest of the posh, wealthy relatives were so shocked that they were very insulting about the whole matter. A year later, tragedy struck and Rie’s parents, along with both her maternal and paternal grandparents, who were all riding in the same Tarago passenger van died in a horror car-smash involving a truck on an icy expressway in the mountains near Kyoto. Rie’s older sister was quick to return to Japan with her husband, to take care of Rie (who was still in school). Her sister now behaves strict like her mother was, and hasn’t had any children of her own yet. Her sister’s husband is more laid back, although he works long hours at a nightclub at night, he’s usually home during the day and awake by the afternoon when Rie’s sister is still at work. Rie wears extremely short skirts with hems that only go down far enough to cover the top-half of her pussy-groove, leaving the lower part of her pussy visible, and exposing the lower rounds of her ass-cheeks as well, and she NEVER wears panties/ Rie is played by Silvergirl.

Michiko O’Reilly (2ndSight)
Michiko O’Reilly is Ayumi’s mother, but she looks good for age, and most people who meet her for the first time think that she’s in her late 20s. Slender, and slight of build, and only 5’4” tall, but not quite as shapely as her beautiful daughter, Michiko is attractive, and she is proud of her unusually long and nice legs too. Her husband certainly likes to see them. Because her husband is a bit pushy, Michiko usually wears a G-string, but sometimes she wears thong panties instead (But if Bjorn O’Reilly had his way his wife would never wear any underwear). Not entirely through her own choice, Michiko nearly always wears very short mini-skirts, but she’s always a bit embarrassed by them as none of her housewife friends wear skirts as short as hers. She keeps herself very busy in the local community, and has earned some respect and many friends in the short time that the O’Reilly family have lived in the Ichigomura area. Michiko is played by 2dnSight.

Dr Bjorn O’Reilly (PhoenixPrime01)
Bjorn is Michiko’s husband, and also the father of Jason (from his first marriage to an American woman) and Ayumi (from his current marriage with Michiko). He’s a scientist working at the local university with access to some of the world’s most powerful super-computers. He was already a handsome, very fit, and well-built man even before the changes wrought by the Jason’s unwitting use of the Ring of Desire. Unfortunately, his marriage to Michiko was often frustrating, despite how horny Michiko is all the time. From the 1st night when Jason found the Ring, Bjorn O’Reilly (Ayumi and Jason’s Dad) has been very surprised that his cock doubled in size. Everyone knows that he’s one of the men who have the job of making sure that Ayumi is well-fucked and her pussy filled with cum for an hour every day. His cum is addictive to all girls, and makes women submissive and obedient. This last effect has changed his marriage to Michiko to one in which she now craves his enormous manhood and is submissive to her husband due to his semen. Bjorn is now played by PhoenixPrime01.


The Principal (of Ichigo Girls Senior College)
The Principal of Ichigo Girls Senior College has a great job; can fuck any of the girls in the school (they always accept him and can’t refuse him), make any rule he wants in the school, and everyone in the school has to go along with what he says and obey his rules. From the 1st night when Jason found the Ring, the Principal has been very surprised that his cock doubled in size. Everyone knows that he’s one of the men who have the job of making sure that Ayumi is well-fucked and her pussy filled with cum for an hour every day. His cum is addictive to all girls, and makes women submissive and obedient.


Ichigo Girls Senior College
(The girls-only college where Ayumi is a student)
The Ichigo Girls Senior College is a private school, but all students are supported by a scholarship system as the college itself is subsidized by the town council and a group of corporate sponsors. The corporate sponsors’ representatives on the College Board are all male. Nominally, only the best and brightest girls who pass the entrance exams and interviews are awarded a scholarship and enrolled into the college, but it is the men on the board who make the final decision on any awarded scholarships, so perhaps it is not surprising that the female students of the college are generally photogenic and very attractive. The college covers the period of education from late high school to university, and is considered to be an elite school. In truth though, many of the girls who seek to join the school just like the nice uniforms, and since the graduation results are nearly always passes (“we can’t have failures at Ichigo Girls”), the courses are a breeze once you get in.

The O’Reilly Parents
Ayumi’s mother is Japanese, and is a housewife, but despite being in her forties, she still looks youngish and keeps herself fit. She does a lot of community work and keeps reasonably busy. Ayumi’s father is of mixed Irish & Norwegian ancestry (his mother was Irish, his father was Norwegian), and he is a well respected astrophysicist. He is in his fifties, and his marriage to Ayumi’s mother is his second marriage. Ayumi’s family only moved to Japan slightly less than a year ago, as Dr Bjorn O’Reilly (Ayumi and Jason’s father) secured a position on a research team with access to some of the most powerful super-computers in the world at a nearby university. From the 1st night when Jason found the Ring, Bjorn O’Reilly (Ayumi and Jason’s Dad) has been very surprised that his cock doubled in size. Everyone knows that he’s one of the men who have the job of making sure that Ayumi is well-fucked and her pussy filled with cum for an hour every day. His cum is addictive to all girls, and makes women submissive and obedient.


The Kawabata Family
The family of Junko Kawabata live in the same apartment building as Ayumi O’Reilly’s family. Mr Kawabata is an engineer, but he’s hardly ever at home as his job sends him to many places all over Japan. Junko’s mother works a part-time secretary at the local university. Junko is an only child (common in Japan).


Most recently previous changes to reality
The Ring of Desire hasn’t just been laying around forever waiting to be discovered again. Some have used it before. Here’s just a few rules for the setting to remember…

# Within Japan, any young women who wear a skirt must wear a shorter skirt the more beautiful that they are. The direct rule is that the skirts that they wear must be shorter than the skirts of any girls (in their neighbourhood, workplace, and school) who are less attractive than they are, but it may not be shorter than the skirt of any girl who is more attractive than they are.
# High-heeled pumps are standard office-wear for young women, and wearing fishnet stockings is normal office attire.
# All private schools and colleges must have a required uniform to identify the school, and a skirt or dress must be part of the girls uniforms (no trousers for girls). Pantyhose and stockings are never allowed as part of a school uniform, or worn with a school uniform, even in the coldest weather (rain, wind, or snow).

(Btw, all these above rules are based on what I see in Japan everyday!!! Well, at least this is one explanation as to why)

Jason the Ringbearer’s current changes & rules
Changes in the above background & character info due these below, have been put in Italics.
When possible, could all of (very few) thread participants (except for Grail's Jason) please edit their previous posts after these changes are made. Most of the re-writes should be very minor, and after the character "Jason" becomes aware of his power, it would be nice if he can avoid major changes to the past.... especially after we get past several posts each...

2nd Nov 2004 ADDENDUM; Since the number of *reality-changes* have started to get a little unwieldy to read through, I’ve organised them into sections.

JASON
# Jason can’t believe that it is a magic ring until he can translate the inscription written on the Ring…despite all the weird stuff going on around him recently (Jason accidentally limited himself…he’ll be confused and surprised, but will have to rationalize other explanations – until he gets to the school library)

JASON’S SCHOOL
# The co-ed high school that Jason attends…has a very extensive library with language books on almost EVERY language that Jason could ever need or want (anybody need a Klingon-to-Elvish translation book, or want to study the language of the Greys?)

GIRLS’ CLOTHING
# Ichigo Girls Senior College has strict uniform regulations and a very sexy uniform, with a super-short pleated skirt (never longer than 9” from the waist) that blows up easily in the wind, and a thin blouse that is almost sheer, and the girl students have to wear pumps with 5” heels. The girl students never wear bras or panties, even when not in uniform (Of course, Ayumi had the shortest skirt in the whole school - and now she can't even wear a skirt at all… OMG )

# All of the skirts and dresses of Rie, Keiko, and Junko GRADUALLY (from the shrine to home 1st night) changed to be too short to cover their pussies properly (only half of their girl-slits), and they can’t put on any pants or panties or anything that completely covered their pussies. They also have to take off their skirts whenever they enter their homes or the homes of any of their friends, and can’t cover their pussies with any other objects or towels or their schoolbags. They can’t even cover their bottoms with those things. These are sudden changes, they haven’t always been like this, and have no rational explanation – the girls discover them as they encounter the problems.

# Only Rie, Keiko, Junko and their best friend (and favourite plaything) Ayumi O’Reilly notice that anything is different, as everyone else (except Ayumi’s brother) thinks that it’s perfectly okay and even a good thing that the girls’ pussies and bottoms are always be so easily seen, and although it isn’t part of the school rules, nobody sees anything wrong with it…instead everyone just enjoys seeing how sexy and cute the girls are. These are sudden changes, they haven’t always been like this, and have no rational explanation – the girls discover them as they encounter the problems.

# Ayumi’s clothing limitations are also part of Japanese Law and in the Ichigo Girls Senior College uniform regulations, as Ayumi O’Reilly is legally and officially a Fucktoy (also known as the Hidaka Manko Onna in the old tradition).

# There is a very ancient tradition about the Hidaka Manko Onna, which dates back millennia. Recently (on the 1st night after Jason gets the Ring) the tradition was revived by the Japanese national government.

# When not in uniform, girls (except Ayumi, Rie, Keiko, and Junko) can wear longer skirts but the sexier/prettier they are the shorter the skirt.

# Japanese girls NEVER wear panties, but
women who are conservative wear thongs/G-strings. Btw, periods are not something the teenage Jason knows much about or considers….but Japanese teenage girls NEVER wear panties. I guess they have to use tampons at that time of month. Since ALL school and college girls NEVER wear panties, then it must be more than a fashion choice – it must be a requirement of Education Ministry regulations and in the Law (uniform rules). Maybe somebody on the thread can provide the rationale in their next post… (see Iced_Cherry’s first post; Thank you, IC)

GIRLS & SEX
# The girls are always TOO horny all the time, their cunts are always dripping wet. (Jason's words).

# Rie, Junko, and Keiko are also becoming hornier and hornier too, with their pussies dripping wetter and wetter, trickles of their pussy juice running all the way down to their knees…but they aren’t able to wipe the pussy-juice off with anything except their bare hands and it absolutely will not dry on their bare skin. These are sudden changes, they haven’t always been like this, and have no rational explanation – the girls discover them as they encounter the problems.

# All four girls (Rie, Junko, Keiko, Ayumi) don’t even notice at first when they begin to get hornier just from being in each other’s presence, and their own growing sexual arousal on seeing each other’s beautiful sexy bodies - These are sudden changes, they haven’t always been like this, and have no rational explanation – the girls discover them as they encounter the problems.

# As soon as the girls had walked into Rie's place and taken off their skirts (which they couldn't stop themselves doing and couldn't put back on again while they were at any of their friends’ places); all four of the girls couldn’t help but move in a sexy, too flirty way, no matter how hard they tried to act normal or restrain themselves. When they walked they swung their hips, and when they bent down for any reason it was nearly always with their legs straight, so they couldn’t help but show off their lovely asses and pussies to anyone behind them. When they sat down, their legs would spread so that it was easy for someone nearby to see their hot and wet pussies, and this would happen whenever the girls were distracted or weren’t concentrating on keeping their thighs closed…except for Ayumi whose thighs always spread as wide apart as possible whenever she sat down or lay down or knelt.


# Ichigo Girls Senior College has a lot more sex education, and every lesson the girl-students attend, even privately outside the school, has sexual components in the lessons. They even do things with dildoes in some classes (like imagine what really horny girls might do in a private lesson.)

# Everyone thinks about sexy things to do to all four of the girls (Rie, Junko, Keiko, as well as Ayumi. Since something is mentioned elsewhere for Ayumi).

# The Principal of Ichigo Girls Senior College can fuck any of the girls in the school (they always accept him and can’t refuse him), make any rule he wants in the school, and everyone in the school has to go along with what he says and obey his rules.

# Keiko, Rie, Junko, Ayumi also find it increasingly difficult to avoid being touched and groped and molested, after the 1st night, all four girls gradually begin to discover that others can molest them with their hands (and with other things as well) but the girls can’t really stop them or avoid these molestations, even as people finger their pussies, pinch their nipples and item by item remove their clothes from their writhing horny bodies to leave them naked…even in a crowd or in a public place…and nobody else will react as if there is anything wrong going on, even as the girls are being fucked in the most public of places…and the girls can’t do more than plead in small voices. Fortunately, not everyone knows this, but over time, others begin to learn and pass their knowledge on…These are sudden changes, they haven’t always been like this, and have no rational explanation – the girls discover them as they encounter the problems.

# Keiko Sakamoto, Rie Yoshiharu, Junko Kawabata, and Ayumi O’Reilly are VERY CLOSE best friends, and have begun to always greet each VERY warmly (even deep-kisses) and keep touching, molesting, and sensually caressing of each other, even in public, whenever they are together.
These are sudden changes, they haven’t always been like this, and have no rational explanation – the girls discover them as they encounter the problems.

# It’s a rule of Ayumi’s friends that they always make sure that Ayumi’s legs are spread as wide apart as possible whenever she sits between them, usually by keeping her thighs on top of theirs – while they caress her and play with her and keep her erotically stimulated. These are sudden changes, they haven’t always been like this, and have no rational explanation – the girls discover them as they encounter the problems.

# The girls also couldn’t help sticking out their chest, as if deliberately trying to show off their breasts, and since they couldn’t wear any bras, their breasts would bounce in very distracting way when they moved.

# As soon as the girls had walked into Rie's place and taken off their skirts that first night; Keiko, Junko, and Rie suddenly knew also that Ayumi was their plaything, their sex-toy, and that it would be a lot of fun to embarrass her and molest her…only they didn’t see any reason to actually tell Ayumi that. Everyone else thought it was really good that the girls kept molesting Ayumi from then on, partly because it gave everyone else ideas on how they wanted to molest all four of the girls if they got the chance.

# The girls would soon realize that they were in big trouble, ever increasing trouble, and that it was upto them to save themselves and all their friends at school…if they could just find out why…



AYUMI
# Ayumi’s pussy is always going to be wetter than any other girl in her school, dripping wetter than any of them, and her pussy juice never dries out, and smells/taste really lovely nice…other girls want to lick it and taste it too. Her pussy will always be so wet and dripping that if she were standing, her pussy juice would reach her ankles and fill her shoes (Jason’s words) – it’s magical.

# Ayumi is also on the Ichigo Girls cheerleading team, but not as a cheerleader, but as the school mascot; as always, she isn’t allowed to wear a skirt, and during cheerleading practice, the other girls spend a lot of time taking turns molesting and fucking Ayumi with sextoys, and she can’t stop them.

# Everyone who looks at Ayumi, or has even met her, has sexy ideas about what they want to do to her. Everyone who sees her wants to fuck her, and molest her in ways that will make Ayumi orgasm. She makes everyone hornier and hornier just seeing her, being around her, smelling her lovely nice pussy juice that is always wet and never dries out.

# From that 1st day onward, Ayumi’s friends find delight and joy in playing with Ayumi’s wet pussy, finger-fucking her, caressing her lovely round ass-cheeks, groping and caressing her breasts, playing with her nipples, embarrassing her and keeping her sexually stimulated whenever they can get the chance.

# Ayumi can’t physically resist her friends sexual molestation, and her words of resistance are always in a small voice that is never as loud as her cries of shame, need, and ecstasy, and her friends know this and enjoy the knowledge that they can touch Ayumi and do sexual things to her in any way that they desire.

# Ayumi can’t stop any of her friends touching her pussy or bottom or breasts or any other sexual part of her body. She must open her thighs wide enough, and in other ways move her body to allow her friends easier access to her pussy and bottom whenever they try to touch or play with her pussy and bottom or breasts or any other sexual part of her body.

# Everyone (except Ayumi) thinks it’s a pleasurable experience to see Ayumi’s friends sexually caressing & touching Ayumi, especially when they know that these girls are frigging/finger-fucking her pussy and that she can do nothing to resist this.

# Ayumi can’t physically stop anyone from molesting her or fucking her once they touch her, all she can do is complain about it in a very small voice.

# Whenever Ayumi orgasms, every girl nearby also feels joy and part of the pleasure of her orgasm as well. Also everyone observing thinks her orgasms are very entertaining.

# From that night when Rie, Junko, and Keiko walk in the door of Rie’s apartment; Ayumi can’t help but move in a sexy, too flirty way, no matter how hard she tries to act normal or restrain herself. When she walks she swings her hips, and when she bends down for any reason it’s nearly always with her legs straight, so she can’t help but show off her lovely ass and pussy to anyone behind herm. When she sits downs, her legs always spread as wide apart as possible whenever she sits down or lays down or kneels so it’s easy for anyone nearby to see her hot and wet pussy. In fact it was a rule of Ayumi’s friends that they would always make sure that her legs were spread as wide apart as possible when she sat between them, usually by keeping her thighs on top of theirs – while they’d caress her and play with her and keep her erotically stimulated.

# Ayumi also can’t help sticking out her chest, as if deliberately trying to show off her breasts, and since she couldn’t wear any bras, her breasts always bounce in very distracting way when she moves.

# From now on, Ayumi’s friends begin the tradition of always greeting her by hugging her close, deep kissing her full on the lips, groping her breasts, and finger-fucking her pussy deeply at least until Ayumi is close to climaxing (longer if they haven’t seen her for awhile or like her a lot, and want her to climax). They greet her in this way whether they are in public or not, and everyone except Ayumi and her brother believes it to be a perfectly good and natural way of personally greeting her, so the tradition spreads through her school and beyond that this way of greeting is the way Ayumi should always be greeted, and Ayumi can’t physically resist this way of greeting her, but her body always moves instead to make it easier.

# From now on, all of Ayumi’s friends boyfriends will have huge cocks (those lucky and surprised girls ) and be allowed (even encouraged) by their girlfriends to fuck Ayumi wherever and whenever they feel like, and fill her with cum.

# Everyone thinks it’s pretty good to see Ayumi’s pussy and bottom on display all the time. Only her brother and Ayumi’s three best friends; Keiko, Rie, and Junko know that there is anything magical or different about this, but her girlfriends are pleased by this change and accept it as being right. Other people think it’s normal for Ayumi to be dressed in this way from now on.

# No matter how often they have sex, Ayumi and any of her friends never get pregnant or suffer from any STDs.

# Ayumi is officially considered the school fucktoy (in Japanese law)….and the male sports coach, school principal, and all other male authority figures in her life have huge cocks twice as long and bigger in every way than before, and everyone knows that these men have the job of making sure that Ayumi is well-fucked and her pussy filled with cum for an hour every day. Their cum is addictive to all girls, and makes women submissive and obedient.

# Ayumi can’t clean off any cum or sexual juices, and everyone else thinks it looks good on her, and she can’t wash herself in the shower or bath either; instead she’s treated like a princess in that way, and always other girls wash her and dry her afterward, all the time molesting her and making her climax if they want to…at home, her Mom is the one who washes Ayumi in the shower and bath…and Ayumi’s Mom always uses a big vibrator on her daughter


JAPAN
# Japanese attitudes are very different towards sex, they're kinkier.

# Japanese women (girls) naturally have no body hair from their neck to their toes, their skin is smooth and hairless. (Ayumi definitely has no pussy hair, and no body hair from her neck down, her skin is smooth, no scars, no blemishes…. It’s written twice by Jason, so now it can never be changed)


MAGIC DILDOES
# From the 1st night onward, almost at random, magic sex-spirit possessed dildoes can suddenly appear within the wet and horny pussies of any of the four girls (Keiko, Ayumi, Junko, Rie), vibrating and thrusting away and moving with great skill, fucking the girls whenever it will most embarrass them and then disappear again just as mysteriously. The four girls can do nothing to prevent these random molestings and fuckings, they aren’t strong enough to stop the dildoes thrusting or be able to pull them out, and their thighs and asses always move in a ways to make it easier for the dildoes to move in the way they wish. At night-time also, when the girls are alone late at night in their beds, the possessed dildoes frequently appear to fuck the girls for hours until dawn, only to disappear again before anyone else has seen them. This is a sudden reality change, the girls have no warning, and have no rational explanation – the girls discover this during their encounters with the magic dildoes.

# The sex-spirit possessed magic-dildoes are only visible to the four girls (Ayumi, Keiko, Junko, and Rie), but in a really spooky way the magic-dildoes aren’t visible in any kind of reflection, photos, or to cameras of any kind.

# Before the magic-dildoes are going to arrive and start playing with the girls, all four of the girls get the warning by a very distracting vibrating on their clitties, and the very real sensation of tongues licking their pussies (including leaving wet trails) – this continues for anywhere from a few minutes upto an hour before the magic-dildoes arrive. The four girls may even see the magic-dildoes flying through the air sometimes, but even then, only they can see them…nobody else can. Usually though, the girls only have the warning of the magic dildoes being on their way to them, or somewhere nearby, by the distracting vibrating on their clitties and the licking of their pussies (for a few minutes upto an hour) – then suddenly a sex-spirit possessed magic-dildo magically appears in the victim’s pussy and starts fucking her.


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[Lovelynice]

Ayumi

“See you later”, Ayumi called out to her friends as she stepped off the crowded train, turning to watch her three closest friends, Rie, Keiko, and Junko, wave at her from the windows of the train as the doors shut. Her three friends were going to an after-school private lesson at the next town up the line, but would be coming back as they all lived close to each other. Ayumi waved back at the three Japanese girls, whom she’d only known for a few months, but they’d become fast friends early on when Ayumi had first joined Ichigo Girls Senior College. At least Ayumi didn’t feel quite so lonely when she was at school, but as the train moved away down the track and soon was lost from sight, she felt a bit sad. Since her family had moved to Japan, Ayumi really missed her old friends back in the USA. She missed the beaches, and her casual boyfriends; the jocks and richboys that she used to flirt with all the time. In Japan, the Japanese boys were always so nervous around her, and they rarely ever spoke to her. Meanwhile, her Japanese girlfriends seemed to have no trouble picking & choosing guys that they liked, and getting dates. Ayumi’s half-Japanese exotic looks made her one of the prettiest girls in school, but she still had a lot of trouble making friends.

As she walked home from the train station in her sexy uniform with it’s creamy-white blouse and a blue-green pleated super-short skirt that was barely long enough to cover her girl-slit and ass-cheeks (as long she didn’t bend over even slightly), Ayumi was often blushing with embarrassment and wished that she could wear a real skirt of decent length and some panties…even if only a G-string…but the uniform rules at the school and the Education Ministry were strict; panties were NEVER allowed. Being horny all the time didn’t help the situation either, as her young cunny was constantly wet, dripping wet, which was a real nuisance most of the time, but she sort of got used to it most of the time. It was just so embarrassing, but all the Japanese girls and half-Japanese girls that she knew had the same problem. When nobody was looking, Ayumi surreptitiously used a tissue to wipe her inner thighs and soaked labia. It was a pity that she couldn’t wipe herself on the train without being too obvious about it.

Her long legs with their shapely smooth thighs were emphasized by the extra-long big white socks that she wore in the current fashion, but Ayumi habitually ignored the lecherous looks that she always attracted. A dozen different guys watched her on the way home, their eyes hot with lust and desire for the beautiful half-Japanese girl with the shapely body. Even a few women enjoyed seeing her, with fantasies in their minds that they’d dare not admit to anyone.

By the time Ayumi had walked up the hill, past the small Shinto temple, and past the several “Ojido-san” statues that were in clusters near the rice-fields, the weather had begun to change and gusts of cool wind began to blow occasionally. She looked up at the peculiar roiling clouds that were shaded pink & orange in the fading sunset and was fascinated for a few seconds. The clouds were visibly moving, yet the colours were beautiful, making the scene in the sky with the nearby mountains and the small temple in the foreground appear very dramatic. The day was rapidly darkening, but the wondrous scenery kept Ayumi’s attention even as she continued to walk home. She looked back a few times, and noticed that there was pinkish-golden light shining even onto the small Shinto temple, which was a little odd, but Ayumi guessed that it must be a reflection from the windows of the houses across the street. Before she could glance around to be sure of this, a sudden gust of wind blew around her, and Ayumi was distracted by the breeze that tickled her between her thighs and she could feel it “down-there” almost as if someone was deliberately blowing on her with a surprisingly warm breath. It tickled her wet labia and slickly wet uppermost inner thighs. The sensation was disturbing enough that Ayumi actually glanced down, but of course there was nobody there, and all she saw was the tiny little skirt that she had to wear, so she silently berated herself for being over-imaginative.

When Ayumi glanced back at the temple again, there was an old man standing there watching her. His expression was otherwise stony blank, but Ayumi could feel him watching her as she turned and continued walking up the hill.

It was only ten minutes walk from the train station to the small, but very new, apartment building where her family lived. It was an unusual and futuristic-looking building, wider than it was tall, with each apartment split-levelled to have two floors; the entire building curved around an enclosed courtyard garden filled with cherry-blossom trees in full bloom of spring-time. The architecture of the building wasn’t entirely practical, and resulted in some rooms having curved walls or being odd-shaped. The stairs were steep as well, as if the architect had decided that a 52* degree angle was the perfect angle for stairs (there was in fact a mystical reason for this; the architect thought that 52* degrees must be ideal because that was the angle of slope on the Great Pyramid of Cheops).


Across the courtyard from her family’s apartment, unwitnessed and unnoticed by Ayumi, a teenage boy watched her through a gap between the curtains of his bedroom window. He could see Ayumi as she entered the courtyard and started to go up the steep stairs to the upper floors. He too, thought lustfully about the exotic half-Japanese girl while fondling himself and admiring Ayumi’s curvaceous body and long shapely legs. He liked to imagine her at night-time as the starlet & victimized heroine of his own tentacle-porn fantasies. The teenage boy wasn't the only one of the O’Reilly family’s neighbours who enjoyed lecherous fantasies about lovely Ayumi O’Reilly. She was the star of many wet-dreams and fevered imaginings everynight.

One man who always kept a lookout for the very pretty teenager often took surreptitious pictures of her with a compact digital video-camera, and then he’d play back the recordings later on, hoping for a glimpse of the space between her thighs, or of her bottom, in a gust of wind. He had a rather lucky talent for a lecher; more than his fair share of coincidences and lucky glimpses when spying on girls that inspired his lusts. He was too shy to do much more than perve on girls though, and he’d never had a girlfriend.

Long after Ayumi had passed by the balcony of the apartment where the camera-man pervert lived, he began to repeatedly replay all his video-tapes of her, and fantasized intensely about the sexy half-Japanese girl being in compromising positions, clothing torn by convenient “accidents”, or being the star of various hentai videos that he’d seen. That day, he wasn’t the only guy thinking along such lines, and a few women who regularly saw Ayumi were dreaming of much the same sort of thing in their own way. There was a lot of masturbation and self-pleasuring with Ayumi’s shapely form and exotic looks in mind. A few guys thought of her even as they were involved intimately with their spouses as well.


Ayumi glanced upward once more at the beautiful golden-pink clouds that had rapidly thickened and begun to darken in the sky as she reached her family’s apartment door, then she took out her door-keys and opened the front-door with the soft ringing of a bell.

After stepping inside and closing the door, she called out in Japanese, “I’m back!”, then wiped her slickly wet inner thighs again with another tissue before anyone would likely see her.

She then bent-over to take-off her black school shoes, her beautifully rounded ass-cheeks bare and easy to see for anyone who may have been behind her as the hem of her skirt was lifted when she bent down. The kitchen-door opened, and “Jason”, her older half-brother grinned at her, with his brownish-blonde hair a mess as usual. His combination of wild long hair, freckles, pimples, and generally maniacal manner was made even more psychotic in appearance by the ugly oversized square-framed glasses that he nearly always wore. Jason was much taller than her, by at least a foot, and he was probably double Ayumi’s weight, but he was still a stereotypical NERD in Ayumi’s opinion.

“Hello little sister”, Jason said, still grinning in his cheeky stupid way, “Mum says you have to clean your room”
“Ayumi-chan? Is that you?”, her mum’s voice yelled from the kitchen.
“Yes”, Ayumi replied.
“Clean your room before you come to dinner!”, her mum said loudly from the kitchen, “It’s a mess and I’m not going to do it for you!”
“Told ya!”, Jason said with the same stupid grin.
Ayumi shrugged, and glared at him.
“Is that all you were so excited to tell me?”, she asked.
“No”, Jason told her, “One of your friends back in the States called….Michelle, I think. She also sent a message by fax. I left it on your desk in your room.”
“Oh…”, Ayumi said in surprise, “Thanks.”


Jason only nodded, then suddenly turned about and rushed upstairs. That was another thing that always annoyed Ayumi about her geeky older brother; he always moved so suddenly…like he was jumpy and hyped up all the time. Except on Sundays, when he’d sleep in till lunchtime and barely moved even then. She didn’t know much about him really, and didn’t care either. All of her big brother’s friends were as weird as he was too, and they played some stupid make-believe games with lots of dice, little dolls, and using notebooks and calculators. They often stank as well.

Ayumi headed upto her room, and although she was tired, she cleaned it up before going back downstairs to have a shower. In his bedroom, Jason sat in front of his PC and secretly watched his half-sister in the shower via a small square space in one corner of his monitor screen. He’d set up a hidden cybercam with a long cable and a radio transmitter behind one of the bathroom tiles just over two months before, and could now enjoy recording his lovely sister’s naked body everytime she had a shower. That was the real reason for his silly grin whenever Ayumi arrived home; she’d nearly always have at least a quick shower soon after coming home. Jason didn’t know it, but a couple of other people in the neighbourhood had accidentally discovered the broadcast transmissions from the cybercam whenever Ayumi had a shower or a bath as well. One of them was a middle-aged salariman who sold copies of his recordings of the transmissions to a sex-shop downtown. The other was the teenage boy across the road, but he didn’t sell them, but would immediately pass along the stuttering digital images to a coterie of his friends at a boys-only high-school (many of whom also passed them along). At that very moment, hundreds of Japanese school-boys were breathlessly watching these passed-along images on their PCs and cell-phones, some of them jerking-off to fantasies of ravishing this beautiful girl whose name they didn’t know.

Meanwhile outside, the skies above continued to be filled with rapidly accumulating storm-clouds and the small Shinto temple continued to have an odd golden-pink light apparently reflected upon it from windows across the road from it, even long after the Sun had gone down. Those who witnessed this strangeness said nothing, but hurried home instead; it wasn’t wise to bring attention to oneself from the spirits that the temple was originally built to placate, as all the old local people knew. The storm continued to build, and there was more than merely the expected tension in the air; as in hundreds of homes across the town, men, teenage boys, and even a few women and teenage girls masturbated that evening to horny imaginings of what they would like to do with the attractive girls that went to Ichigo Girls Senior College.

Ayumi stripped-off her clothes, and turned on the hot water for the shower and then waited for it to heat up. Once it was nice & steamy, she adjusted the temperature with some cold water as well, then stepped into the shower cubicle. First Ayumi rinsed herself with the water, until her hair and body were soaked, and then she started to shampoo her long blonde hair. After rinsing out the shampoo, Ayumi scrubbed herself thoroughly with the liquid body-soap, her nipples hard and erect as always, standing out even more proudly as the bubbly creamy soap covered her breasts. She washed herself thoroughly all over, but her hands sometimes lingered near her smooth and hairless girl-slit, which wasn’t shaved, but was naturally like that. When Ayumi had lived in the USA, sometimes when she’d showered in the girl’s communal showers at her school, she received a lot of surprised comments at her lack of body hair. Now she was in Japan, she never received any odd comments about it, as it was considered normal for Japanese girls to have no body hair. None of them did. She bent over to scrub between her toes, unaware of how her firm breasts swayed before the hidden cybercam’s lens which was behind a tiny crack between the tiles. Then she lifted one leg onto the side of the bath, revealing even more of herself to secret observers that she knew nothing about. Finally she rinsed-off all the bubbly soap-suds, and turned around in the shower to rinse her whole body while she enjoyed the relaxing hot water spraying down on her.

 

[Grail]

Jason

It had been yet another unneventful day for Jason. Waking up always had it's usual charms, the teenager figuring it probably would have been easier to just roll back over and go to sleep, forget about the fact that he had to go to a simple school, and not that he got any special treatment like his dear, albeit hot, half-sister recieved. The teen stood up in his boxers, his belly hanging slightly out from them and that alone caused him to let out a sight. It wasn't the fact he couldn't work out, or that he didn't, just working out never seemed to work for him, then again, nothing worked when it came to making himself more attractive for other girls at his high school...or his half-sister Ayumi for that matter. Truth be told, he was horribly lonely and constantly depressed, dispite his rather jittery personality. Friends were few and far between, and always the target to being picked on, made fun of by the other students at their boring, regular, everyday school. Finally he decided that he spent enough time reflecting on why his life sucked so much, and gathered his things to go take a shower.

Later on that day all Jason could do is think about...later on. The thoughts of seeing his half-sister naked, without her even knowing turned the man on immensely. What turned him on even more though, is imagining that his sister did know about the camera, and that she wasn't caring at all, and perhaps even liked it, or was too shy to admit it. That's when he was subjected to another round of humiliation at the hands of the awful teachers and students. Fantasizing about his sister naked, and not paying attention in class, forced Jason to snap his head when the teacher adressed him, and asked him to stand up to answer a question that was asked just a short time ago. Jason blinked, and didn't realize what was going on, but knew that he had a massive erection brewing in his pants over what he was thinking about just a while ago. Needless to say, the man was laughed at quite a bit for the remainder of the day, and all he wanted to do was go home.

Finally that moment arrived when he had an uneventful trip back to his house, shutting the door and slumping in the living room chair. He had about thirty minutes left to go until his sister came home, and decided to prepare his room for his daily show, and of course, ejaculation. He heard his mom say that Ayumi had to clean her room up today, and that she wanted him to pass that message onto her. Jason had no problem with this, but knew his half-sister didn't seem to like him at all. This somewhat saddened him, because she was so incredibly sexy and beautiful, and didn't seem all that shy to show it off to him, but then again, she might be used to him around all of the time. He went up to his room and slumped down at his computer, bringing up the camera and then shrinking it down in case anyone would walk in on him. He grab a pen and paper, and soon was starting to write a letter back to some of his friends in the U.S. Before he could though, he recieved a call from some girl named Michelle, said tat she was one of Ayumi's friends.She also sent a fax where he put it soon after was in her room. He finally got upstairs and sat down to write.

"Hey Rob! Man...living in Japan is great," He started to write down...and then came to a stop already, realizing that living Japan wasn't that great. None of the asian women here seemed to like him, make that anyone didn't seem to like him. He sat there for nearly thirty minutes trying to find one good reason to live in Japan. He was about to daze out until he heard his sister come into the house, and quickly he was out the door. He jumped down the stairs in time to see his sister's white panties flash at him, and then looked up quickly when she stood. "Hey, mom said to clean up your room sis." He said, and then snickered a bit as Ayumi protested, then his mom chimed in. "Told ya..." A few more moments went by, and he informed her of the message he got from Michelle to her, then he was back up the stairs again.

IN his room he sat there, his cock out and he was furiously masturbating to his sister, tissue in hand since he didn't really like to change clothes, or have a bigg ass spot on his clothing where he came. He sighed as he watched hsi sister shower, and evne more so when she finished up, giving him a nice, clear view of her hair bush. The brother soon was cumming, squirting all over that tissue and disposed of it after wiping his cock off. He sat back and moaned softly, tossing the tissue away.He tucked his cock away just in time to hear his mother yell at him, telling him to go to the store to pick up some soda. He grumbled and soon was on his bike, peddling as fast as he could to that shop.

About half way there he came across the Shinto temple, his eyes not paying attention to where he was going really, until it was too late. Bam! His bike slammed head first into one of the ancient relics that was positioned in front of the temple, the teenager sent flying foward.The first thing that went through his head was fear, not pain. He wondered what he had hit and groaned softly as his eyes fell on that broken relic. He felt his breath stolen away as he looked upon that thing he wrecked, not to mention the clouds were starting to swirl above him, the skies getting darker as he went to survey the damage...quickly. His eyes looked down on that broken pillar, and something gleamed down inside of it. As he reached down the clouds began to grow darker, the wind started to whip up. He soon felt the metalic surface of the ring and began to pick it up, his eyes only focused on that ring. Soon lightning was striking, thunder as well and Jason did not seem to notice. He began to slip on that ring and then felt something surge through him when he did. Fearing he was hit by lightning, he felt immediately to see if he was dead, and much to his surpise he wasn't, although the clouds did not seem to let up...

 

[Lovelynice]

Ayumi

While she was showering, Ayumi heard an echoing thunderclap suddenly boom, so close and powerful that she jumped in surprise. Then there was a whole series of thunderclaps, and she could see blurrily through the bathroom window the flashing bright glare of lightning as a terrifying electrical storm began. It was scary. She quickly finished showering, dried herself with a big towel, put on her short fluffy pink bathrobe, and left the bathroom to go upstairs. By that time the lightning storm seemed to have stopped, and the only noise was the heavy rain pouring down outside.

Still a little unnerved by the storm, Ayumi started going upstairs to her bedroom in a hurry as she was a bit worried about being caught out by Jason. The bathrobe was barely long enough to cover her girlish groove and bottom when she was simply standing up,, but not enough to hide anything at all when she was going up the steep stairs. The apartment design was a bit silly in her opinion too, since to get to the bathroom, laundry, and toilet, there was a short little alcove-corridor that opened onto the entry hall and genkan area. The stairs that went upto the bedrooms of the split-level apartment went up almost directly opposite the front door. As she was going up the stairs, she heard the front door open suddenly, the noise of somebody coming in made Ayumi hurry up the steep stairs with embarrassment, as she heard Jason’s voice below her.

“Woooah!”, her half-brother said in exaggerated appreciation, “I can see your bottom!”

Red-faced and angry, Ayumi could only gasp and quickly duck into her room, slamming the door behind her. Normally she would’ve screamed some angry epithets at him, but she was far too surprised and embarrassed this time to think of any. She blushed crimson even as she wished that there was a lock on her door. Ayumi had asked for one, but Mom and Dad always ignored her opinion on the need for locks on family-members bedroom doors.

As she sat down on her bed with relief that at least in her bedroom she could get some privacy from her half-brother, she heard Jason go past her bedroom door to his room which was adjacent to hers.

Why couldn’t he have stayed in the USA?, Ayumi thought, I was so happy before. Now I can’t leave my room to go to breakfast without getting fully dressed. He keeps watching me all the time. It’s like having a lecherous pervert living in the house. I wish that I could wear panties sometimes….he keeps trying to peak up my skirts and tops at my pussy and bottom.

Sighing, Ayumi stood up again to get dressed, annoyed at the necessity. Behind her on the bed, there was already a very wet stain from where she’d sat on the sheets. Ayumi noticed it and blushed, again wishing that she could at least wear some panties like she had been able to in the USA. She was also so very randy inside all the time, and her pussy had never stopped being constantly dripping wet since her early teens. Ayumi’s Mom had told her that it was because Ayumi had Japanese ancestry, and all Japanese girls were horny all the time and had very abundant vaginal lubricants because they were always highly aroused. Ayumi’s own father had been surprised by it, Mom had told her, as he didn’t know what Japanese girls were like until they had started dating.

Before her half-brother had come to Japan, Ayumi’s usual habit was to dress lazily; often only a T-shirt and nothing else when it was only her and Mom at home. Dad never came home before seven 'o'clock, and was often late, and Mom hadn’t said anything about it. But now….with Jason in the house? No way! Ayumi wondered what she should wear.

 

[Grail]

It took a couple of moments for Jason to discover that he should be getting the fuck out of the scene of the crime. He scrambled around, picking up his bike, and making sure that beautiful ring did not slip off his fingers. As it started to rain, Jason was quickly peddling back to his house, forgetting about the general store and the items that he was to get from that place. All he was concentrating on was getting home as soon as possible, and not to get soaking wet in the mean time. Unfortunately, he would not avoid the down pour of rain that pelted his body from head to toe. He grumbled lightly to himself as he finally made his way home, ditched the bike in the front of the yard, chained up of course, and entered inside.

His day become ten times greater by the fact he managed to get a peek at his half-sister's ass. He blinked a couple of times, his mouth opening and dropping a bit. "Whoa....! I can see your bottom sis!" He said, and snickered a bit as he watched his half-sister run up the stairs even faster, the teen getting another look at her lovely, yet hairy, pussy. In his mind he desperately wished that she would shave that cunt of hers. However, with taht image in mind, he quickly made his way up the stairs, and into his room.

After about five minutes of, alone time, he wiped himself off and looked back to that letter that was on the table. He picked it up, read what short little introduction he had to it, and decided it was time to lie. He grabbed his pen again, and began to write to his friends back home, starting from where he left off.

Living in Japan is great. The country side is beautiful, cities are packed with people, always something to do here too. Dude, I have to tell you though, these Japanese girl's are so damn hot! Well, most of them anyway. Here in Japan, the hotter the girl is, the shorter her skirt is. My sister is extremely hot, my half-sister that is, and her skirt goes down about an six inches below her waist. Also, Japanese girls, they never wear panties, the more conservative women wear g-strings or thongs, and the real sluts make themselves known by never wearing anything under their skirts, so you can get a clear veiw of their pussies...and here is the best part! They are always horny, I mean their cunts are always dripping wet...I love Japanese women. Also, the food here, or the air, I don't know, it seems to be clearing up my acne, also making my eyesight just a bit better...I'm extremely glad I moved here.

And so the letter went on, for a short time later. Nothing strictly important, just things he had done in his life since moving to Japan. After it was finished, he sealed the letter up, and would decide to mail it in the morning...not even noticing the strange glow the ring gave off as he wrote...

 

[Lovelynice]

Ayumi

Ayumi went to her chest of drawers and picked out a yellow T-shirt and one of her super-short skirts (a white cotton skirt with a lacy edge) to wear. As she dried and brushed her hair, she felt her pussy’s wetness dribbling down her inner thighs; she was always so needy for touching that it was difficult sometimes to have self-control. She clenched her hands into fists and bit her lip momentarily as she sought to control herself and keep calm. She quickly put on the T-shirt and little white cotton skirt(which was barely long enough to cover her pussy and bottom…if she didn’t move much or bend over), but Ayumi had to whimper, she was so randy.

Um…it’s too much tonight, Ayumi thought, Why do I always have to be so hot and wet inside?

She rubbed at her thighs, trying not to think about touching herself. Her Mom had always said that good girls didn’t do that, but it was very, very tempting. Ayumi moved around her room then, tidying up a bit more, and getting her books out of her schoolbag in preparation for doing her homework assignments. Her little skirt barely covered her decently at all, and as she moved around the room it would've given very interesting glimpses to anybody who had been watching.

Then suddenly her bedroom door opened, and Mom walked in while carrying a folded pile of clothes.

“Oh good”, Mom commented with a delighted smile, “You did clean your room.”

Ayumi was annoyed, and very embarrassed by how she felt just at that moment; she really wanted privacy to deal with it, regain self-control.

“Mom?!”, Ayumi exclaimed in annoyance, “Couldn’t you at least knock?”

Her mother shrugged and put the folded clothes onto Ayumi’s bed, then looked at her up and down.

“I’m always amazed at the fashions that girls your age wear in Japan”, Mom said, “Especially with that…uniform…that you wear. You know how your father and I feel about you parading yourself around like that, but I can see that you have to fit in.”

Ayumi only nodded, as she was very worried that her mother might notice the pussy-juice that was now dribbling down the teenage girl’s inner left thigh. Ayumi could even smell her own arousal. She clenched her fists and rubbed them on her thighs again. She wished that Mom could understand that in Japan, girls like her weren’t allowed to wear any panties, or pants of any kind. The thought embarrassed her even more, as Ayumi remembered that she had no problems wearing panties anywhere else…only in Japan…something about that memory troubled her. As if something had changed…?

“Dinner will be ready soon, Ayumi-chan”, Mom said, “And by the way, are you wearing make-up already? You looked a little different today.”

Ayumi shook her head, but her mother didn’t wait for an answer as she walked back out the door.

Shaking her head at how weird her mother sometimes seemed, Ayumi sat down at her desk to do her school assignments, but it was difficult to concentrate. She was too randy and hot inside, but it wouldn’t go away…and her chair was getting very, very wet.

 

[Iced_Cherry]

Junko Kawabata

“See you later”, Junko said, as she waved goodbye to her friend through the window of the train carriage.

Junko smiled as she watched Ayumi while the train pulled away, and commented to Rie and Keiko, “I wish that I had natural blonde hair like hers. She really doesn’t bleach it, neh? Remember when we first met Ayumi, and everyone wanted to peek up her skirt to see some blonde pussy-hair, neh? Then we all found out that her pussy was as smooth and bald as any other Japanese girl’s…”

The others giggled, and all of them blushed. The comment reminded them about their own lack of any panties under their very short little uniform skirts as well. That was partly why they blushed easily. The other reason was that, as if to remind them of their lack of panties, their cunts were dripping wet all the time, and they were always horny. All three girls tried to keep their legs close together as if that would slow down the trickles of wet pussy-juice that flowed down their smooth inner thighs. If it wasn’t for the strict laws to stop men from groping, the girls would be molested everytime they boarded a crowded train because it was well known in Japan that Japanese girls were always horny and wanting it all the time. Fortunately, it wasn’t quite so well known publicly that none of the girls wore any underwear under their short-short skirts.

The train trip to the next stop was short, only a couple of minutes, and a lot of people also got off at that station; most of them heading home. The three teenage girls, all of them first year students at Ichigo Senior Girls College stayed close together and on the watch for perverts with tiny cameras. They were cautious about men with cellphones too, as every cellphone these days had a digital camera as well. They went down the stairs from the raised station platform holding their schoolbags in front of them, to keep anybody from being able to see their naked pussies under the short-short skirts.

Junko had long ago given up getting angry about their embarrassing situation. What surprised her though, was how many people in Japan still weren’t even aware that the Education Ministry and Japanese National Government had made it effectively illegal for young women and girls going to Japanese educational institutions to wear any panties or pants. Even pantyhose and stockings were forbidden in the school regulations of every school and college, and it didn’t matter if the girl was menstruating or not, didn’t matter about the season, even if there was snow on the ground in the middle of winter. No panties were allowed – ever!

Of course the Law didn’t exactly spell that out, not in that way. But that’s what happened. First there was the embargo and ban on nylon underwear, and mixed nylon underwear when it was shown in a big court-case that nylon made the latest yeast infections that were spreading around (already immune to the most powerful antibiotics) turn deadly toxic. Then there were some cases of girls who got sick even though they were wearing cotton panties (because of some interaction with washing powder). But it only affected the younger women and teenage girls. The change in the laws happened almost overnight after that. Shops wouldn’t sell panties to teenage girls for fear of being sued, schools quietly banned them citing health reasons and saying it was only a temporary measure, and the lawmakers in the National Parliament rushed through a huge law bill that also included penalties against any person who tried to make it all public knowledge. Two more court-cases later, both unadvertised in the news media, and panties of any kind were effectively made illegal for girls of Junko's age and older to even own, let alone wear.

The public at large still didn’t know. When somebody talked about the habit of Japanese girls not wearing panties, it was dismissed as another silly short-term fad that would go away and wasn’t all that common.

At least it didn’t take long to reach the house where the teacher lived. Rie, Keiko, and Junko all shared the same private English lesson there. It was a small house, but always busy with other students coming and going every hour on the hour, and there were always at least a few bicycles parked outside the wall.

Junko waited for Keiko and Rie to catch up (Keiko had dropped her cellphone and had to stop to pick it up), then she opened the gate and went in. After pressing the doorbell, the three teenage college girls had to wait, becoming steadily more embarrassed as they stood.

The slow trickling “Pitter-pat-pitter-pat-pat-pitter-pat” of the three girls standing together and waiting on a tiled step, as their love-honey dripped and dribbled onto the slate tiles, was one of many reminders of how horny they were all the time.

A soft gust blew up their little skirts for a moment, causing some consternation as the girls hastily held down the hems. Finally the door opened, and the tall, slightly chubby American woman who was their English teacher was there to let them inside…

She made a funny expression as usual, as the three girls went in, as if the very short skirts of Japanese schoolgirls always amazed her.

 

[Grail]

Dinner Time!!!

Finally the pen was dropped, and the letter had been wrote. The changes that happend around the world were not noted by the man that held the legendary power of the ring. All he thought of was the fact that his life was going to keep going down the drain until he left high school, and that no woman would ever look twice his way. It's not my fault, he thought to himself, there is no way to prevent acne, and my slight weight problem is due to metabolism...and it's not my fault either that I'm me. His eyes scanned over towards his bed, and he pondered crashing on that piece of furniture, until a knock came to his door. "Who is it?" He asked, hoping that it would be his dear half-sister to come in and throw herself at him.

"It's Dad, can I come in?" Crushed dream number one.

"Yeah sure..." Jason said, an obvious hint of dissapointment in his voice. He quickly turned around, shutting off his monitor as his father entered the room, his head only peeking in.

"Get ready for dinner Jason, it'll be ready in a few moments." His dad told him, the man looking a lot better than Jason did, someone that could be seen as respected, good looking, all the things Jason wasn't...and that made Jason a bit angry knowing that, wondering when he was going to step into his father's shoes and become as handsome as he was.

"Alright, I'll be down in a few." He said to his dad, and with a nod to his son, Jason's dad, Ayumi's step-father would be walking downstairs. For a moment Jason sat there, thinking about his family, his dad, his mom, his sister...and realized he had forgotten to put an important peice of info in the letter. Quickly he got the letter out and added this at the bottom. P.S: Everything here has some sort of mystiscm to it, whether it be from the fact Japanese women have no hair on their bodies from the neck down, or from the fact I crashed my bike into this...thing, and found a ring in it. Hope to hear from you soon!

After that had been done, Jason sighed and stood up to go to the bathroom, just missing his step-mother emerge from another room, wearing an outfit Jason hasn't seen before.. The mom knocked on Ayumi's door, calling her down to the dinner table.

While Jason washed his face and hands, his mom and dad were already at the dinner table, getting everything ready. Thankfully, Jason did not spot his step mom's new fashion as she could not be seen below the waist. Jason sighed softly and yawned a bit, pulling a chair up and looking around, beginning to get his supper prepared, unknowing what the ring had changed; completely oblivious to what he had caused the continent in Japan to undergo, what women were used, raped easier because of one little lie...and all he did was hum to himself while he waited for his snotty half sister to come down to eat.

 

[2ndSight]

Michiko O’Reilly (Ayumi’s Mother)

Leaving her daughter’s room and going back down the stairs, Michiko thought about how much she had changed from the little girl that she used to know. Back when they were living in the USA, Ayumi had seemed conservative, and very, very shy whenever she went out in public. Then when Bjorn got the job at the local university and the family moved to Japan, teenage Ayumi seemed to change almost overnight. No longer did she wear only jeans all the time, but she had to wear skirts as the Japanese school uniform regulations required. It wasn’t long after that, Ayumi started wearing shorter and shorter skirts, even as she bloomed into such a startlingly beautiful young woman that Michiko was filled with secret pride at being Ayumi’s mother, even more so that her daughter had been nominated as a potential Hidaka Manko Onna, one of the first of the revived ancient tradition, if the new Hidaka Manko Onna law was passed by the Japanese parliament.

Sighing, Michiko wondered how her daughter would cope with being chosen, as it was meant to be a surprise for her. Her husband, of course, being non-Japanese knew almost nothing about the ancient tradition. She'd tried to explain it to him a few times when their daughter was first nominated by the local community and the school board, but Bjorn was always tired and distracted. Michiko wasn't even sure that he understood what the tradition entailed, or it's importance. Her conservative and shy daughter probably would need a lot of forceful encouragement to go along with it as well, as Ayumi had spent too long living outside of Japan.

She shrugged off her worries about it for the moment, and went back to her chores. Cleaning up, finishing the washing, and adding to her preparations for the evening meal. While she was in the kitchen, Bjorn returned home and gave her a kiss on the cheek and a hug, causing Michiko to rub against him closer as she was feeling very horny as usual. She’d changed her G-string a few times already that day, and had been frequently wiping herself as well.

“How’s my little pussy cat today?”, Bjorn murmured to her, as he casually put one of his big masculine hands up her very short mini-skirt and caressed her warm bottom under the skirt.

“Needing you”, Michiko whimpered, “As usual….I hope we can do it tonight, last night you were too tired after work.”

“I think we can”, Bjorn replied, “Has Jason come home yet?”

Michiko nodded.

She told him, “Yes, but he’s been looking very depressed lately. I think that he’s been having a lot of problems at school.”

“Like what? Bullying?”, Bjorn asked, raising one eyebrow.

Michiko shook her head, as Bjorn pulled away from her, leaving her disappointed.

“I don’t know really. He hides in his room most of the time when he comes home”, she answered, “I know he likes Ayumi a lot, but she doesn’t like him as much. His eyes follow her around the room, but she only thinks that Jason is perving on her.”

Bjorn laughed, and said, “Well, he probably is perving on her!”, then his voice went more serious, “What Jason needs is a girlfriend. I’m glad he came to Japan, because he’s been looking a lot healthier recently. Must be your good cooking.”

Michiko blushed.

Then Bjorn simply turned away and said, “I’m going to have a shower and change.”

“Dinner will be ready soon”, Michiko called out, worried always that Bjorn wouldn’t eat properly. He worked too hard and always had a lot of stress. Sometimes, he’d forget to eat if she didn’t remind him.

Much later…

Bjorn had gone upstairs to fetch Jason and Ayumi, to tell them that dinner was ready, while Michiko set the table and began putting out the meal. Not long after her husband had gone upstairs, the phone rang, and Michiko answered it to find that it was another fax coming in. Since the fax machine was upstairs, she quickly ran upto Bjorn’s office to make sure that the fax went through properly as it often didn’t.

Then she left the fax on Bjorn’s desk and went back down stairs again. Soon after that, Bjorn returned and Michiko sat down next to him and chatted as she finished making sure that everything was ready. The TV was a bit loud in the background, as the news was just starting. Then Jason entered the room as well, mopey and grumpy as usual. He sat down at his usual place opposite his father.

Finally, just when Michiko was thinking that she’d have to call her daughter again, Ayumi arrived and walked in, wearing a tight yellow T-shirt and a ridiculously short little white cotton skirt with a lacy hem. The skirt was a little bit flouncy and loose, but it barely deserved the title of being called a skirt, as it was only a band of cloth that covered a scant few inches from her waist, meant that everyone sitting down at the table could easily see Ayumi’s smooth and hairless girlish groove. It was very obvious to everyone, that as usual, Ayumi wasn’t wearing any panties, not even a G-string. When Ayumi went to the kitchen cupboards to get herself a cup, the rear hem of her teeny-tiny white skirt was too high to cover her rounded ass-cheeks properly, so the lower half of her bottom’s twin orbs was easily seen…

Michiko was stunned that Ayumi apparently wasn’t even aware that her skirt was that short, and she thought at first that Ayumi was being deliberately exhibitionistic. Afterall, Ayumi hadn't been selected as the Hidaka Manko Onna yet, she should've been a bit more decent and circumspect.

What does Ayumi think that she’s doing wearing a skirt that short? Michiko wondered, She’s behaving as if she doesn’t even realize it! Surely it’s only an act?!

Somehow, Michiko didn’t think so. She glanced over at her husband to see that, not surprisingly, he was watching his daughter with far more than fatherly interest, although he was pretending otherwise.

 

[Lovelynice]

Ayumi

After her mother went back downstairs, Ayumi had to struggle to concentrate on her studies. The hot need in her young cunt was an ever growing distraction; always there, and increasingly insistent. It never faded even one iota, so all she could do was push herself even more to keep her mind on the school assignments. She’d been studying for only an hour; or rather, she’d been TRYING to study. It had felt like hours had gone by, but after all that, all she’d achieved was not even a single page of her Japanese History assignment. Her inner thighs were slick with pussy-juice, the chair that she sat on was soaked and had an embarrassing little pool of lubricant formed between her thighs, and her bedroom smelled of her soft feminine aroma (not at all pungent – maybe because she was so wet all the time that her vagina had become completely washed out).

Finally, there was a soft knocking on her bedroom door, and Dad’s voice calling “Dinner’s ready Ayumi-chan”. Unlike Mom, Dad rarely opened Ayumi’s door, and almost never unannounced…

“Okay, Dad!”, Ayumi called back, as she pushed her history assignment aside and stood up.

She straightened her skirt out, and brushed her hair, then fluffed it a little. Unfortunately Ayumi didn’t have a big mirror in her room, so she usually used the hand-mirror in her schoolbag. She heard Jason’s heavy, fast steps down the stairs, after which Ayumi opened her bedroom door and went down the steep stairs at her own relaxed pace.

Ayumi didn’t notice immediately, but as soon as she walked through the door into the LDK “living room”, her very short skirt changed in a mere moment as the hem rose and the skirt shortened dramatically. The skirt was no longer even partially decent, the hem so high that her smoothly hairless pussy-groove was completely visible, not even slightly covered, making it completely obvious that she wore no underwear at all. At her rear, the whole lower half of her rounded ass-cheeks were also uncovered, with the minuscule skirt’s hem half-way up her ass. She could feel her pussy suddenly flood inside, so incredibly wet, and she whimpered, as the heat inside increased, but Ayumi tried to not to show how she felt.

Dad and Mom were both sitting down on the opposite side of the table, with Dad turning his head often to watch the news on TV. Mom was eating quickly as usual. She saw Jason, already sitting, glance to look at her and his eyes widened in surprise. He kept watching her legs, Ayumi suspected, as she went to the kitchen cupboards to get a cup as she wanted to make some hot cocoa to drink.

“Mom? Where’s the cocoa?”, Ayumi asked, turning around to see Jason staring at her and then blushing.

His eyes glanced down for a moment, and seemed to bulge out as if was really surprised by something. Ayumi blushed and pulled down at the front hem of her skirt to hide herself better. She was surprised and embarrassed that her hem had risen quite high, but since she thinking of other things and didn’t glance down, Ayumi was still unaware of what had happened to her skirt.

Mom answered her, “It’s up in the top cupboards….to your left”

Ayumi nodded, and then had to stand tip toe to reach the high up cupboard. This action pulled up the back hem of her tiny skirt even further resulting in her beautifully rounded ass-cheeks being completely exposed. She opened the cupboard with a bit of difficulty as the door was stuck, forcing her to pose on tip-toe for a full five seconds until she opened it, then she stood normally again, but hadn’t yet pulled her skirt back down, leaving her ass bare. Her eyes searched the high cupboard for the cocoa, while Ayumi was oblivious that her bare panty-free ass-cheeks were visible to everyone in the room. When she spotted the cocoa on the second shelf inside the cupboard, Ayumi had to stand on tip-toe even higher, stretching her right arm up, and incidentally pulling the back hem of her little skirt up so high that all of her bottom was showing. Once she had the cocoa though, she quickly pulled down at the skirt hem again, ashamed that it had risen so high, but was still unaware of high that was.

Then she started making her hot cup of cocoa before finally sitting down next to Jason. The front hem of her skirt was high anyway, so it didn’t cover her pussy at all. It was when she sat down that Ayumi finally had some inkling that her skirt wasn’t as covering as she thought it was. She glanced down and mortified by her exposure, she tried in vain to pull the skirt’s hem lower. Blushing, but still not fully aware of how short her skirt really was now, Ayumi could only hide her girl-slit, which was exposed in the space between her thighs, by always keeping one hand covering herself, or holding a plate there, and she always kept her legs closed together, otherwise Jason would be able to see everything…!


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[Tanuki]

Keiko on the way to English class

Keiko Sakamoto couldn't be happier, on the way to her favorite English class, with two of her best friends. Even the usual boring train ride full of sukebe Japanese businessmen didn't bother her. She didn't know why her short uniform skirt and lack of panties embarrassed her so much, she ought to be used to these things by now. Yet when she boarded the train, it seemed like the first time. So strange. Keiko shrugged and looked at her phone. No text messages! she thought, annoyed. Giggling, she typed up a message to Ayumi.

Ayumi! How is that perv brother of yours?

They reached their station, and Keiko followed her friends out. "Damnit," she said, dropping her phone on the platform. Awkwardly, she bent down at the knees, keeping her bottom covered as she picked up her phone and rubbed off a scratch. She looked up and blushed to see three high school boys pointing at her exposed pussy.
These crazy skirts! she thought, standing up quickly and running off, her face flushed. The boys' laughter followed her, and she felt a hot twinge of pleasure between her thighs.

By the time they reached their lesson, Keiko was squirming at the warm wetness between her thighs. Another thing she'd not gotten used to at all, being so horny all the time.

 

[Silvergirl]

Rie Yoshiharu (Silvergirl)

Rie sighed with relief when she and two of her best friends could get off the crowded train, and she blushed as well as she pulled down at the hem of her tiny pleated skirt. The blue-green tartan checked cloth with it’s tight pleats may have looked cute, but Rie worried all the time that the hem wasn’t covering her girl-slit and rounded derriere. Rie wasn’t even sure why she wore such short skirts all the time, and having no panties underneath made the skirt incredibly embarrassing to wear. She didn’t dare bend over in public. Down-there, deep inside, Rie felt the constant delightful ache of hot need, and she whimpered a little under her breath. While she’d been standing on the train, she felt her wetness flow slowly downward until it reached halfway down her inner thighs, but the very action of trying to wipe it away with a tissue was embarrassing in public.

At least my skirts are longer than Ayumi’s – hers are the shortest of any girl in the school! I don’t know how she gets away with it.

Going down the stairs from the station platform was always a worry, but at least it wasn’t as bad as going up them. Like the other two girls with her, Rie held her schoolbag down in front of her to prevent any guy below from seeing her naked pussy under the super-short skirt. When they reached the bottom of the stairs, all three girls moved their schoolbags so they were hanging as shoulder-bags at hip height again. They checked each other to make sure the skirts weren’t pulled up accidentally, and then walked out through the station’s ticket-gates.

The short walk to the small house where they went for the private English lesson was relaxing. The sky was bright with dramatically colourful orange, pink, and golden clouds as the sun was going down, the nearby green forested mountains adding to the scene with their steep slopes and wilderness appearance.

The slippery wetness and heat between her thighs that never went away didn’t bother Rie as much when she saw that beautiful view of the sky and mountains. They reached the house, and had to wait for a short while, with their pussies dripping. When the big American woman wearing blue jeans and a white blouse opened the door and let the girls in, it was relief.

“Good afternoon, Laja-sensei”, Rie greeted her, “Can we use your bathroom?”

Mrs Laja looked the girls up and down, frowning, but also showing more than casual interest in the three girls with their daringly indecent tiny skirts.

“Yes, go ahead”, she said as always.

They always went to the bathroom when they first arrived.

Rie led the way, and all three girls crowded into the bathroom at the same time. It was Japanese-style, rather than American, and the toilet was in another room entirely. The girls busily wiped their wet thighs and cleaned themselves up. Frequently seeing glimpses of each other’s naked bald pussies and curvy bottoms under the little skirts that they wore, reminding the girls that panties were forbidden to them.

Then they traipsed out together as if in a parade, carrying their schoolbags, and entered one of the two rooms in the house that had been converted classrooms. They passed the open door of the room with the table and six chairs, and entered the room adjacent to it. This room was smaller, with a polished timber floor, educational posters on the walls, a white-board low down on one wall, and several wide-flat plastic-covered cushions, with square towels laying on each. The three girls sat down, each kneeling on a cushion, and trying not to relax too much. Mrs Laja walked in and sat down on two other cloth covered cushions that she reserved for herself. She often looked at the girls with a strange expression mixed of curiosity, interest, and disapproval. She had only been teaching them for several months.

The lesson began with a basic warm-up game with picture cards, which helped the girls to relax, then they were onto the text-books. The lesson itself had many other activities as well, but by the middle of the lesson, the three girls had relaxed enough to forget how indecently they were dressed. At that point, as always, Mrs Laja asked the girls to form a circle, all of them sitting cross-legged on their cushions, so that with their thighs spread wide, they could see the pinkness of each others wet, and blushing inner lips between their thighs. The square towels were very wet by this time as well in parts, and the girls were all embarrassed, but enjoying the lesson so much that it didn’t matter.

Mrs Laja was also enjoying the lesson more too after that point. A lot more, as she could openly see the three girls most private places.

 

[Grail]

Jason had begun to place his fork into his food when Ayumi entered the room. The first thing about the woman that caught his attention was the fact she was wearing a somewhat shorter, no, an even shorter skirt than what she already was wearing. He blinked at this, not realizing she had something so short, and, that she never would have worn something so revealing inside of the house. Sure, the teenager could only see her thigh, for now, but once she turned to address his step-mother, his eyes widened in shock.

He caught a glimpse of her completely bald pussy!

This was truly a better day. The ring he had found inside of that old relic he crashed into fit snuggly on his finger, as if it was made for him, and now he finally got to see his half-sisters bald pussy in real time! Wait...her pussy isn't bald...what the hell? He asked himself in his head, the man knowing full well that he saw quite a bit of hair between her legs when he taped her in the shower, and now it was gone. How did she get rid of it that fast? He pussy is completely bald... And as he thought of that, she turned away from the teen, and headed over to get some cocoa. Jason took a quick breath and then began to quickly eat, turning his attention away from his hot half-sister and tried to not think about what he had just seen.

His eyes were drawn though, again once she reached up to grab the cocoa. He saw that skirt rise up and caught a glimpse...well...a good sight of the bottom of her ass, and the area between. He felt his throat close up, and his pants bulge out from an erection at the five second sight of her bottom. Then it hit him again, as he struggled not to make a big deal out of things, Wait...what is up with her? She's not wearing...panties and she's wearing a skirt that is several inches too short.

Now he was officially confused...and quickly looked away when she was back on her feet, and not her toes. He enjoyed the sight of her though, her toes the only thing on the floor. When she finally was done with her cocoa, and sat down next to Jason, he couldn't help but notice that her thighs were glistening, as if she was dripping wet standing up like that. This was all too surreal for the man, and he quickly thought that he had fallen asleep up in his room, but as soon as Ayumi's hand covered her slit, hiding it from his perepheral vision, he knew that this wasn't a dream, and that his half-sister was dressing more sexy for him! At least...that's what he had hoped. He cleared his throat and began to eat, his eyes doing their best to stay on his food.

"So...Ayumi...new fashion or something?" He asked his half-sister, trying to not sound so cocky, but he knew that she had noticed him staring, he just wondered if she knew how he really felt about her. "Thought that length was banned from every country..."

"Jason! Stop tormenting your sister." His father said with a little smirk, knowing that Jason's little flirts with his sister could only be natural, hell, Jason's father often watched his step-daughter shower through a little hole in the wall he made, just bit enough so that a pin could fit through it. Seems perversion ran in the family.

"Sorry..." Jason groaned, and began to eat dinner once again.

 

[2ndSight]

Michiko O’Reilly (Ayumi’s Mother)

She watched the little exchange between Jason and his father, and the way that Ayumi had reacted to Jason’s comment. Her teenage daughter had blushed bright pink, and pursed her lips in what may have been annoyance, but was more likely frustration. It seemed Ayumi was having a lot of difficulty coping with being horny all the time, especially since the girl hadn’t gone out with any guys or had any boyfriends since the family had moved to Japan.

Poor Ayumi must be needing some physical attention desperately, Michiko surmised, Maybe she really is a good choice to be the Hidaka Manko Onna for her school....I’ll have to talk to Bjorn about Ayumi’s problem tonight...Especially if Ayumi gets chosen.

Michiko squirmed in her chair as she’d been missing her husband’s attention too much lately too, and his presence next to her was a reminder. She missed the days when he used to screw her silly several times a day, but she suffered the curse of the typical Japanese woman; she was unbearably shy about asking for sex.

Poor Ayumi, Michiko thought, it must be very difficult for her this past year in Japan in that way, but at least she had friends. Maybe, maybe, I should talk to her friends about Ayumi’s problem? No, that wouldn’t solve the problem either.

While wondering what to do about it, Michiko turned to watch the TV again as the news readers talked about the unusually powerful, but freakishly brief lightning storm that had hit the region late this afternoon. Lightning had destroyed a cellphone tower, shut down the electric power grid for 20,000 homes on the western side of the prefecture, stopped the bullet trains, and was blamed for mysterious damage of a famed Shinto shrine. On the TV, they showed the shrine…

“Isn’t that the shrine near our place?”, Michiko commented aloud, “It is! Oh no, look at that….did lightning do that?”

On the TV screen, were shown the broken and shattered remains of an old statue, which an old priest talked about to a blushing young female reporter (who wore a super-short skirt and kept fidgeting with obvious randiness) and a policeman. She noticed Jason sit up in his chair and lean forward as if startled.

Maybe it was only because he recognized the shrine, Michiko thought.

“…this statue was a very old one, brought by one of the staff officers who was with the American, General Macarthur, and donated to the shrine in 1947…it was said to have been found by him on his travels through China, and was associated with the ancient legend of the Ring of Desire…once owned by Temujin, better known as Genghis Khan…”

Michiko was surprised by the story, and turned to her husband and commented, “I knew that the Ichigokawa Shrine was famous, but I never knew why before. We’re always learning something new around this area, and I’m surprised how often we discover that Ichigomura is special in some way. I’m glad we moved here.”

 

[Lovelynice]

Ayumi

As she sat at the table, Ayumi occasionally squirmed in her chair, but tried not to let Jason notice the reason. The vinyl seat was already slippery with her honey, and secretly Ayumi enjoyed the sensation of her very wet pussy-lips sliding on the seat, even as the feeling reminded her of how wet she was and embarrassed her. Ayumi was desperate to ensure that her half-brother from America didn’t find out how horny she was all the time. It was already bad enough that he kept perving on her. As much as possible, Ayumi tried to keep her pussy hidden from his sight, usually with her left hand covering the exposed triangle of bare skin between the too high hem of her tiny skirt and her smooth thighs that she held close together at all times. She only used her right hand for eating, but there were times when she wished that she could eat without worrying where Jason looked. It made her pussy hotter inside because she knew that he was trying to sneak a look down-there…

Oh…I’m always too wet….and I’m so hot inside…it’s too much suddenly…why does he have to keep perving on me?, she thought with her cheeks blushing.

She couldn’t even secretly touch herself to get some relief…just in case he might see…

 

[Grail]

Jason and his Dad

Jason's father continued to watch the news for a couple of moments, despite all that talk about the shrine and the storm, and looked to his wife who was squirming in her chair. The man of the house smirked lightly, and then looked at his two kids, one of his blood, another not. He chuckled lightly at their antics and Jason's applogy while he ate his dinner with his right hand, his left about to be preoccupied.

He gazed over towards his wife and nodded, completely agreeing with her and knew that he would have to keep her quiet, she talked too much during dinner as it is and, as most men wanted to do, he just wanted to eat. His left hand snuck under the table, and laid on his darling wife's thigh. At first he began patting it, while eating his food, something he typically had done while he ate supper with his love. This time, it was slightly different, his hands began to slide over her thigh again and again, and without thinking, slid all the way up her skirt and soon his digits were pressing firmly against the woman's juicy, wet cunt.

This is what had attracted Jason's dad to Michiko in the first place. The first night they met, they fucked, and fell in love with each other, and ti was all because of her leaking pussy, and the boldness of the man to ask Michiko that. As the man looked back to the first night he met his wife, his fingers were already pushing that g-string away, and was pumping one of hsi fingers in and out of her wet hole furiously, his arm keeping still and no one, but his wife, would notice a thing; dad just kept eating his supper.

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Somehow something did not seem right to Jason. He watched out of the corner of his eye his sister covering her pussy up with her hand, keeping him from seeing what she was doing to it. Did she have something up there? But then, if she did...why wouldn't she wear panties to hide it, and why did she wear such a short skirt? It was weird...very weird indeed. For a split second his mind flashed back to that letter he wrote, then the idea was gone, the teenager figuring that Ayumi was just running late getting ready for supper, and forgot to pick out proper attire. Whatever the case be, his head snapped towards the t.v and went pale a bit as he heard the newscasters speak of the statue outside of the temple...and the myth regarding a certain ring of desire.

Of course, Jason was too scared at the moment to pick up on the whole, 'ring' part of the telecast, he was more worried about someone seeing him wreck his bike, and letting the people on the televison give a good description of him. He relaxed when the broadcast finally ended, and let out a little sigh of relief as it seemed he was still clean. He closed his eyes and continued eating, trying to look a little less scared.

When he was about three-fourths done with his meal, he smelled something rather odd...kinda sweet, but muskey as well...and it was coming from his sister. He looked over slightly to see her squirming in her chair, and then noticed that below her, their was something dripping from the front edge of her chair, down to the ground. The scent was not that of urine...but something else. He looked at his sister a bit more, feeling strangely arroused as his eyes settled on her face, and her other features for a moment. "Um...sis, you okay?" He asked softly, but his parents seemed to be in another world entirely...today was just too damn strange.

 

[Lovelynice]

Ayumi O’Reilly

Ayumi moved a bit uncomfortably in her seat because it was now very, very wet, and she was embarrassed by the squelching slippery feeling. Ayumi so much wished that she could wear panties like she was able to do in the USA, but it seemed to her that the Japanese government, the administration of the school, and all the lingerie shop owners were conspiring against teenage girls in Japan…making sure that none of them could wear panties and all the better looking girls like her could only wear the shortest possible skirts.

Ayumi had her left hand covering her pussy, the heat inside really getting to her, she was trying not to do anymore than that, but it was becoming so very distracting. She noticed how nervous and blushing Mom was, with Dad’s hand apparently on Mom’s thigh, but maybe he was only tickling her, Ayumi supposed. She had almost finished her meal, but was still thirsty and suddenly had a craving for milk, when she heard Jason’s quietly spoken question.

"Um...sis, you okay?"

The teenage girl blushed brightly, her face particularly pink next to the luscious blonde hair that framed her exotic half-Japanese face.

“Yes…um….I’m fine…”, Ayumi replied, “I’m just having….uh….one of those days…”

Her face burned with shame, but she tried to pretend that it was nothing and turned away, her breath feeling short as her pussy’s need to be touched was so insistent. She hoped her older brother would drop the subject.

Then she had a change of heart as she recalled her problems with the difficult history assignment that she had no where near finished, so she decided to be nice.

Ayumi asked him, “Uh…Jason-kun….could you maybe…ummm…help me with a homework assignment. It’s Japanese History, and I’m terrible on that subject. I have to get the assignment…mmm….finished tonight…”

She so horny, it was hard for her to speak properly! Surely he knows?!

But then, Ayumi realised, her older half-brother was probably a virgin. Thoughts of sex made her blush even more with shame, as she remembered how it was at her school. Every class had something to do with sex included...and the Sex-Ed classes were particularly strong on the live detail…

 

[2ndSight]

Michiko O’Reilly

As Bjorn caressed her thigh, Michiko enjoyed the attention like she was a feline being petted, but her husband’s large hands slid up and down, up and down, getting closer and closer to their target. The sensation made her even wetter than she was already, and Michiko bit her lip sometimes as she tried to pretend that nothing was amiss. Up and down Bjorn’s hand slid, then it soon after he began fondling her wet groove through the thin fabric of her G-string’s triangle, pressing and sliding, and soon getting a reaction as Michiko’s pussy flooded more than ever. He was very insistent, and splayed his fingers at one point, signalling to his wife that she should spread her thighs.

Michiko was reluctant – What if the kids saw what they were doing?!

But Bjorn’s strong hand wasn’t going to give up, and soon he’d pushed until Michiko had surrendered, spreading her thighs wider, but slowly. His fingers pushed aside her tiny G-string, and soon began blatantly fucking her pussy under the table, sliding in deeper and deeper, his small finger and thumb pushing her thighs wider, signalling to Michiko to spread her thighs more.

Michiko was having difficulty by that point with thinking about much else, and her movements became stiff as she tried to hide her reaction from her teenage daughter and Jason.

She didn’t say a word, and hardly ate at all.

Michiko was often ruled by her husband’s access to her pussy. The “slish-slish” sound of his finger-fucking sounded embarrassingly loud in her ears, but Bjorn didn’t seem to mind. He obviously revelled in his wife’s embarrassment.

“oh…oh…Bjorn! Please stop…”, Michiko whispered, “I nearly forgot….ah…a very important package arrived today for Jason. I have to give it to him before I forget. He’ll be thrilled, I’m sure!”

Michiko struggled to pull away, not really wanting to deny herself, and her hot pussy was crying out for more, but she didn’t want Jason to leave before she could see the thrill on his face when she gave him the present.

“Jason?”, Michiko said, as she stood up in hurry, not noticing how her very short skirt’s hem was a little indecently high, being almost high enough, but not quite, to flash him the sight of her (currently deliciously wet and excited) pussy.

“Um…Jason?”, she repeated, “A package arrived from the USA this morning…it’s a present from your grandfather. I think that you will like it very much”

Michiko stood up properly and pulled down the hem of her skirt, so that it was back to it’s full length, the very short skirt’s hem only covered down to quarter-thigh. Like most of Michiko’s skirts.

She walked around the table and left the room, then returned holding a big book. With a sense of ceremony, she gave the beautiful book to Jason, whose face lit up when he saw it. It was the sort of book that a roleplaying gamer would love…

The book was thick, and almost too big to fit into a schoolbag. Covered in walnut-red coloured leather that was textured with Celtic swirls and had the embossed design of a dragon wrapped around a globe. It was brass-bound as well, the brass glittering like gold, and the whole appearance of the book as if it was some antique medieval tome of magic that had been passed generation to generation from sorcerer to sorcerer for centuries. It was in fact, a journal, and it wasn’t antique in the least, but it certainly looked like a book of ancient magic.

“I hope you like it”, Michiko said, beaming at her step-son’s happiness.

 

[Grail]

Jason leaves: Daddy has fun

Jason didn't pay attention to the way his mom was acting, and would look up at her breifly when she called out to him about something. "Erm, okay mom..." He said,wondering a bit about what his grandfather had to send him.

He waited for a few moments and would look back up to see that journal his mom had, his eyes bulging a bit as he looked at it. "Whoa...that's nice..." He said, completely sincere in the way he felt about the journal..."I could probably use this to keep track of characters and things for my roleplaying games...thanks!" He said, and then his little mind would remember the odd way Ayumi was acting. He peered back over towards his sister and sighed a bit, hearing what she said.

Something didn't seem to add up in Jason's mind, the way she was acting towards him was completely unnatural, until he heard her ask for her help on her homework. The teen grumbled lightly and quickly chomped down the last of his food, his eyes leaving his half sister, even though she was half naked and pushed himself way from the table he was sitting at. "Sorry...if you'll excuse me...lost my appitite. Thank you again for the journal mom." He said, and then stormed off towards his room, pissed off that his sister only wanted him for his brain, not for who he was.

He quickly made his way up the stairs, not even thinking about his dinner and then shut the door. He sat down at his desk and growled slightly while he looked over towards his journal, opened it to the very first page and grabbed a nearby pen and flipped open to a free page. He dated the entry and then stopped, thinking about tonight and the broadcast he heard on the news. With a quick shake of his head he tried to get the idea out of his head, but he couldn't help it, he had to at least write down what he thought.

Dear Journal,

Ayumi pissed me off today...during supper a few minutes ago. She only wants me for my mind, and doesn't seem to care about anything else about me. Why can't she just love me for who I am? The teen that I am now and not just some nerd? It'd be nice, from this day forth, if the girl would just look at me more like she would a brother, and not some nerd. However, it wasn't such a bad night either...in fact, it was pretty strange...

From the moment that Ayumi entered the living-dining-kitchen room tonight, from that moment onward, everyone could see her pussy and ass-cheeks, her skirt was so short. It really didn’t cover her pussy at all, and maybe only covered half of her lovely ass-cheeks, but not the bottom half, because her skirt was too short! Ayumi’s cunt must’ve been, definitely was too wet; she must’ve been super-horny the whole time!...She looked so beautiful and sexy when she stood tip-toe with her heels up as high as possible. She kept trying to hide her pussy with her hand, and sometimes it looked like she was touching her pussy. Made my imagination go crazy with sexy ideas.

Everyone who looks at Ayumi, or has even met her, has sexy ideas about what they want to do to her. Everyone who sees her wants to fuck her, and molest her in ways that will make Ayumi orgasm. She makes everyone hornier and hornier just seeing her, being around her, smelling her lovely nice pussy juice that is always wet and never dries out.

My very hot half-sister Ayumi goes to Ichigo Girls Senior College…which has strict uniform regulations and a very sexy uniform, with a super-short pleated skirt (never longer than 9” from the waist) that blows up easily in the wind, and a thin blouse that is almost sheer, and the girl students have to wear pumps with 5” heels. The girl students never wear bras or panties, even when not in uniform. Of course, Ayumi has the shortest skirt in the whole school…Speaking of schools in Japan, Japanese attitudes are very different towards sex, they're kinkier, and with all the Japanese girls being too horny all the time...in my half-sister's school, Ichigo Girls Senior College, which is a private girls school, they have a lot more sex education and every lesson the girl-students attend, even privately outside the school, has sexual components in the lessons. They even do things with dildoes in some classes....like imagine what really horny girls might do in a private lesson. The principal at that school must have a great job, he can fuck any of the girls in the school, make any rule he wants in the school, and everyone in the school has to go along with what he says and obey his rules.

After that last part, Jason realized that he was fantasizing, and exaggerating, but then he thought, why not? He wrote down…

Today, a really cool thing happened. I was riding down to the local shops and crashed into this shrine down the road, but that’s not the cool part. When I crashed, this statue was broken and there was ring inside that looks really cool! It looks like a magic ring, and there was a lightning storm and everything when I put it on.

Jason thought for a moment as he remembered the news report on the TV about the shrine and that the statue was sacred. Something about it being connected to Genghis Khan and something called the Ring of Desire. Fuck…he looked at the ring on his finger and noticed there was an inscription on it…written around the band. The tiny letters were all runes. It did look like a magic ring too.

Well, fuck me, what if it really is a magic ring?

But that’s impossible.

A chill went up his spine as he remembered the spooky weird lightning storm.

Then he dismissed the idea. No way, those sort of things don’t happen in real life…

But imagine how cool that would be if it was real? He continued to write…

Of course, I don’t really believe that it is a magic ring, not until I can translate the inscription that’s written on it, despite all the weird stuff going on around me recently. They have all the language books that I could need or want at the school library…I can translate the inscription on the ring when I go to the library. Imagine what could be possible…

Thinking about Ayumi made his dick begin to harden, and Jason’s face had an almost evil look of lustful anticipation as he wrote down some erotic fantasies about her…and what he wanted to be true…

Imagine if what I wrote above about Ayumi could be true, and more…

From the moment that Ayumi entered the living-dining-kitchen room tonight, and from that moment onward, all of her skirts are so short that none of them can cover her pussy at all, and only cover half of her lovely ass-cheeks, but not the bottom half, because all her skirts are too short! All of her skirts and dresses become that short, and all of her clothes, and any clothes that she buys or owns change to become too short to cover her pussy and the bottom half of her ass-cheeks. She absolutely can not wear any clothes that would cover more than that…and she can’t wear bras or panties or pantyhose or any kind of pants either, and she doesn’t have any of those things. From now on, Ayumi’s blouses are particularly thin and sheer, becoming transparent with the slightest damp (even summer’s high humidity). From now on, Ayumi is going to become hornier and hornier, she is always going to be the horniest, most sex-crazed, and wanting it, teenage girl in the whole of Japan, but the more sex-crazed and horny she is, the more embarrassed and shy that she’ll become…she’ll want to fuck like mad, but she’ll always be too embarrassed and never get used to it, even as she gets hornier and hornier. Also, from now on, all pleasurable sexual sensations felt by Ayumi are amplified by a factor of 100…

What else? Jason wondered, then wrote….

From now on, Ayumi’s pussy is always going to be wetter than any other girl in her school, dripping wetter than any of them, and her pussy juice never dries out, and smells/taste really lovely nice…other girls want to lick it and taste it too. Her pussy will always be so wet and dripping that if she were standing, her pussy juice would reach her ankles and fill her shoes, yet she is horny and wet like this with no ill effects on her health, and her pussy-juice is magical and not dependent on her fluid intake but is created magically within her pussy and is inexhaustible.

Jason remembered how sexy and beautiful Ayumi looked when she was standing only on her toes with her heels up as high as they could go, and his annoyance at her hiding her pussy all the time from him while she seemed to be touching herself while hiding it….so he wrote….

From now on, Ayumi’s heels can’t touch the ground or floor, except when she’s lying down or kneeling or sitting cross-legged….when she stands, she always has to stand tip-toe with her heels as high up as she can stretch her feet…and all her shoes change to high-heeled pumps with 7” heels…

Ayumi definitely has no pussy hair, and no body hair from her neck down, and her skin is smooth, no scars, no blemishes. Her pussy becomes neat and compact, always tight like a virgin’s, but she can be fucked by the largest dick in the world and still enjoy it and she’d never suffer any harmful effects from it. Ayumi is like one of those girls in hentai…she can get fucked by demons and tentacle-monsters and guys with huge dicks, being forced to have orgasms again and again, but she never gets tired and never gets injured, no matter how long she is fucked and molested, or how violently, or how big the cocks and phallic tentacles are…also, from now on, her breasts grow until by the end of the week they are really big and bouncy (the size of basketballs) without sagging, causing her any harm or physical problems…and she never gets old, always physically she is a teenage girl.

And from now on, Ayumi can’t hide her pussy with her hands except when she is masturbating, and she can’t cover or hide her pussy or bottom deliberately from anyone’s view with any other objects (towels, books, schoolbag, etc…). When she sits down, she has to spread her legs really wide, wide as they can go, and when she lies down or sleeps, she always does so in a very erotic and sexually inviting way…it will always be in a position in which she could be easily fucked.

Ayumi never gets used to any of these things, but is always embarrassed and ashamed and made hornier by them.

But despite how embarrassing and indecent and fantastic all these things are on this page, everyone else acts as like it’s good that these things to happen to Ayumi. Even the way she dresses is considered to be best for her, and everyone knows that Ayumi has to dress like that, it’s also in Japanese law and the school regulations at her school. Oh yeah, Ayumi is also on the Ichigo Girls cheerleading team, but not as a cheerleader, but as the school mascot; she isn’t allowed to wear a skirt when she’s cheerleading, and during cheerleading practice, the other girls spend a lot of time taking turns molesting and fucking Ayumi with sextoys, and she can’t stop them. Ayumi must still go out, go to school on school-days, go shopping sometimes, and visit friend’s places no matter how embarrassed she is (and she’ll always be very embarrassed by all the sexual extremes, lack of clothing, and her own involuntarily indecent behaviour).

From this day forward, Ayumi’s friends find delight and joy in playing with Ayumi’s wet pussy, finger-fucking her, caressing her lovely round ass-cheeks, groping and caressing her breasts, playing with her nipples, embarrassing her and keeping her sexually stimulated whenever they can get the chance. Ayumi can’t physically resist her friends sexual molestation, and her words of resistance are always in a small voice that is never as loud as her cries of shame, need, and ecstasy, and her friends know this and enjoy the knowledge that they can touch Ayumi and do sexual things to her in any way that they desire. Ayumi can’t stop any of her friends touching her pussy or bottom or breasts or any other sexual part of her body. She must open her thighs wide enough, and in other ways move her body to allow her friends easier access to her pussy and bottom whenever they try to touch or play with her pussy and bottom or breasts or any other sexual part of her body. Everyone (except Ayumi) thinks it’s a pleasurable experience to see Ayumi’s friends sexually caressing & touching Ayumi, especially when they know that these girls are frigging/finger-fucking her pussy and that she can do nothing to resist this. She can’t physically stop anyone from molesting her or fucking her once they touch her, all she can do is complain about it in a very small voice. Whenever Ayumi orgasms, every girl nearby also feels joy and part of the pleasure of her orgasm as well. Also everyone observing thinks her orgasms are very entertaining

From now on, Ayumi’s friends begin the tradition of always greeting her by hugging her close, deep kissing her full on the lips, groping her breasts, and finger-fucking her pussy deeply at least until Ayumi is close to climaxing (longer if they haven’t seen her for awhile or like her a lot, and want her to climax). They greet her in this way whether they are in public or not, and everyone except Ayumi and her brother believes it to be a perfectly good and natural way of personally greeting her, so the tradition spreads through her school and beyond that this way of greeting is the way Ayumi should always be greeted, and Ayumi can’t physically resist this way of greeting her, but her body always moves instead to make it easier.

From now on, all of Ayumi’s friends boyfriends will have huge cocks and be allowed (even encouraged) by their girlfriends to fuck Ayumi wherever and whenever they feel like, and fill her with cum, but no matter how often she has sex, Ayumi never gets pregnant or suffers from any STDs and neither do any of her friends. From now on, she is officially considered the school fucktoy….and the male sports coach, school principal, and all other male authority figures in her life have huge cocks twice as long and bigger in every way than before, and everyone knows that these men have the job of making sure that Ayumi is well-fucked and her pussy filled with cum for an hour every day. Their cum is addictive to all girls, and makes women submissive and obedient. From now on, Ayumi can’t clean off any cum or sexual juices, and everyone else thinks it looks good on her, and she can’t wash herself in the shower or bath either; instead she’s treated like a princess in that way, and always other girls wash her and dry her afterward, all the time molesting her and making her climax if they want to…at home, her Mom is the one who washes Ayumi in the shower and bath…and Ayumi’s Mom always uses a big vibrator on her daughter.


But what about the rest of the country? - Jason wondered, he really should think about that…but he also had homework assignments to do and had to study for an exam at the end of the week….

Just then, there was a knock on his door, and Jason remembered that Ayumi had said something about needing help with a Japanese History assignment. He hoped it was her…

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Bjorn would be somewhat sad as his wife had left the table, his eyes watching as she went to grab that book of Jason's, his dad's notebook. Bjorn would never remember his father writing anything in it, and Bjorn completely forgot, until now, that he was suppose to hand that down to Jason when he was of age. Bjorn could of smacked himself, but decided against it. His cock was quite hard though, all from his little horny wife.

When his wife returned to the table, he immediately dove his hand back down into her pussy, not allowing her to escape again. After Jason's little silent rant had happend, and he excused himselfself from the table, Bjorn and his lovely wife would not have noticed, not right off hand at least. The man looked up towards Jason as he left, his fingers beginning to pump into his wife's pussy slowly now, not even caring how loud her pussy sucked on his fingers. Father just kept his eyes off his wife, and off his lovely daughter for the duration of supper, and when he finished his plate, he looked over towards his wife and smirked silently.

He removed his hand from her pussy, and would wait for Ayumi to completely leave the table, seeing her ass as she walked away, and finally the man pulled out his cock, his massive manhood standing as proud as it could. He looked towards his wife and grinned, his hand placing itself on the back of her head. "Well now dear, now that the kids have went up to their rooms, cleaning can wait for a moment." He said as he stroked his cock right in front of her eyes, that massive girth furious with blood and lust.

His fingers would enter his wife once again, after he let go of his cock and began to push faster and faster into her cunt, making sure that the woman's juicy pussy would make the floor slick by the time they were done with it. "Now, love, have some hard meat for desert, I know ya want to." He said to her, his throat rumbling softly with lust. He loved how much of a secret slut his wife was, it seemed to make his life perfect, and he always loved a sloppy, messy pussy.

 

[Iced_Cherry]

AT THE PRIVATE ENGLISH LESSON

Speaking of schools in Japan, Japanese attitudes are very different towards sex, they're kinkier, and with all the Japanese girls being too horny all the time...in my half-sister's school, Ichigo Girls Senior College, which is a private girls school, they have a lot more sex education and every lesson the girl-students attend, even privately outside the school, has sexual components in the lessons. They even do things with dildoes in some classes....like imagine what really horny girls might do in a private lesson… - Jason O’Reilly (First Journal Entry)


Everything here has some sort of mysticism to it… - Jason O’Reilly in a letter to a friend

Junko Kawabata

Though she was smart enough to pass the tough entrance exams to get into Ichigo Girls Senior College, Junko always felt a bit stupid in comparison to Rie and Keiko when she went to Mrs Laja’s English class, but she did enjoy the lessons a lot. The way that Laja-sensei taught English it was easy to forget they were at an English lesson. Mrs Laja had a very good reputation as an English teacher for small private lessons, but she always spiced her lessons with plenty of games and music, and seemingly casual conversation practice. Junko’s friends probably didn’t know it, and Junko had never brought the subject up, but Junko knew that Mrs Laja had a top reputation for something else besides teaching English; Mrs Laja was also reputedly a very powerful and experienced psychic. Junko’s mother often saw her, and it was Junko’s mother that convinced the other girls’ mothers to send Rie and Keiko to be taught English by Laja-sensei.

When Mrs Laja first met the three pretty teenage girls, she told the parents that she’d be quite happy to teach them for free. The mothers, of course, were overjoyed. This on top of all the help and good advice that Mrs Laja had given to Junko’s mother, meant that her mother repeatedly drilled into Junko that she must be very well behaved in the class, try very hard, and always be respectful and obedient to Laja-sensei. So, Junko did everything she was told, knowing that everything she did was soon known to her mother anyway. Sometimes, though Mrs Laja seemed a bit spooky, the way her eyes roamed, her expression always difficult to read and confusingly quick to change. But Junko the wild, daring, and most streetwise of the three girls found herself easily obeying everything that Laja-sensei told her to do, and even the way the other two girls always did what they were asked to do by Laja-sensei was as if they were more relaxed and obedient than usual.

The three girls sat on their covered cushions forming a circle with Laja-sensei. All three girls sat cross-legged, their tiny skirts too short to cover their pink pussy-lips that were blatantly exposed to the sight of each of them and Laja-sensei. Their hard and erect rosy nipples pushing out against the thin sheer fabric if their creamy-white blouses, their breasts barely hidden as they wore no bras, and weren’t allowed to wear any form of underwear. They could see the sodden towels and how wetly drenched their young cunnies always were, as Laja-sensei guided them through some basic English reviews then added to them. She did this part of the lesson every time, and would start it as a chant, then keep adding words to it the girls would have to remember. Junko was always amazed by how many new words that she could remember in this way. Today the lesson was on alternative names for body parts….the girls would have to point to the body part that was named and get it right.

Junko sat there cross-legged, embarrassed about how easy it was for the others to see her pink lower lips and how wet that she was, and equally a little stunned as usual by seeing her best friends’ pussies so blatantly on display. Even more embarrassing and uncomfortable was how very hot she felt inside. Her body begged it’s need for attention down-there. As usual, Junko was often clenching her hands into fists and pursing her lips as she tried to cope.

Chest, breasts, nipples, tummy, tits, belly, thighs, navel, vagina, clitoris, mound, labia, backside…

With each part named, the girls had to touch it, their fingers more and more often being near their exposed pussies.

…inner thighs, pussy, love-hole, love-button, pussy-lips, cunt, box, clitty, outer lips, inner lips, boatman, vagina, inside, outside, inside, outside, in, out, in, out, in, out, thrust in deep, pull it out, thrust in deep, pull it out,….

“Come on girls”, Mrs Laja told them as she began saying the words as a chant, “Say it as well….thrust in deep, pull it out, thrust in deep, pull it out, now slide in, slide out, slide in, slide out, thrust in deep, pull it out, now keep thrusting in and out, sliding in and sliding out, twirl around the boatman, slide it in, pull it out, twirl around the boatman, twirl around the boatman, thrust in deep, pull it out, thrust in deep, pull it out, thrust in deep, pull it out, twirl around the boatman, slide it in, pull it out, ….”

Without wanting to, all three girls were doing exactly as they were told, and were blatantly and obscenely finger-fucking themselves…uncontrollably…

“Okay girls…now stand up!”, Mrs Laja told them, and the girls did as told.

“Now with your free hand pull down your skirts and take them off completely”, Mrs Laja said, ignoring the girls’ shocked expressions.

Without knowing why they were so obedient, all three teenage girls obeyed while continuing to say, “thrust in deep, pull it out, thrust in deep, pull it out…” …in unison…

“From now on”, Mrs Laja told them in soft, but authoritative voice, “You aren’t able to wear skirts or anything that covers your pussy or bottom when you are inside this house…you’ll take them off as soon as you walk in the door…now another exercise…”

“Sit down on the floor”, Mrs Laja told them, “….and stop playing with yourselves…” she added in a mock tone of disapproval.

Junko’s cheeks were burning with shame already, as the teenage girl continued to obscenely finger-fuck her own young cunt. She tried to stop. Mrs Laja had told her to stop…but Junko couldn’t stop…and neither could the other two girls. Naked from the hips down, wearing only their creamy-white school-blouses (with no bra underneath as the school uniform rules forbid them), the three teenage girls were all blushing furiously, their expressions a mixture of shame and confusion.

Junko tried to stop, she tried so hard, but it felt so good too…and that shamed her more still…

It mattered not a whit that two of her best friends were doing exactly the same indecent masturbation in front of her, Junko felt shame because Laja –sensei had told her to stop, but Junko couldn’t stop. She knew that she should, she tried to stop, but…oh…it….felt too good…and her cheeks were burning, her whole body felt hot…

I should stop, Junko thought, I really should, she told me to stop….why can’t I stop?....this is shameful….Laja-sensei asked me to stop…but I can’t….maybe I like it too much…?

Mrs Laja had a little smile on her face as she watched the three schoolgirls, finger-fucking themselves into oblivion, while their faces were filled with shame at what they were doing.

“You really should stop…”, Mrs Laja told them, “We have other lesson activities to perform too”

Her words of mock disapproval only added to the three girls’ shame, as unbearably, their fingers and hands continued in their lascivious attentions on their young cunt. Junko was so close, so very close, to reaching a peak that she’d never felt before in her teenage life, but the edge…always….seemed just out of reach…always moving further away…

Sighs and moans filled the room, as the pleasure the girls felt increased, their arousal built higher and higher, their need for release climbing intolerably, but…satisfaction was always being denied…the three teenage girls were led by their pussies….with climax their candy, always close to their lower mouths but it’s attainment denied…

Then Mrs Laja rang a small bell, and all three girls stopped at once, in shock about their own actions.

“Very good”, Mrs Laja said, in the sort of voice that a pleased teacher would use, “Now that you all have all learnt some discipline…we will go to the next step…”

She glanced around at all three girls, whose faces were flushed and perspiring with their eyes so wide with astonished surprise, their lips pursed with their excited need that had been denied…

Junko whimpered embarrassed and ashamed more than she’d ever felt before. Being naked from her hips down didn’t help her to feel any less vulnerable either. Even her lack of pussy hair made her feel more vulnerable and exposed, which was odd, because she’d never had any pussy hair. But when she glanced down the smooth skin, unveiled by any concealing hair, with her girlish groove slightly puffy and very wet from her own recent attentions, Junko felt even more naked, as if having no hair down-there made her more naked somehow. It was a strange feeling, and it made her pussy hotter and wetter too…which only added to her need for sexual release…

“Okay girls”, Mrs Laja told them, “Stand up please…now try to put your skirts back on.”

Junko and the other two girls stood as ordered, happy to be told that they could put their skirts back on. Junko picked up her little pleated skirt, and lifted one foot as she tried to put on the skirt….and her leg stopped. She kept trying and trying, but her foot refused to go any closer to the skirt, and her hands couldn’t bring the skirt any closer either. She stood there, embarrassed and confused, as pussy juice leaked down her left inner thigh. Her pussy ticklish slightly with the soft movements of the air. But she couldn’t put her skirt on. Neither could her two best friends, Keiko and Rie. Like her, they could not put their skirts on.

Mrs Laja smiled.

“It’s impossible for you to put them on….”, she told them, “That was only to make the point clear to you, from now on, as soon as you enter this house, you’ll remove your skirts as soon as possible…and you will not be able to put them back on until after you have climaxed during the lesson. If you’re are really good in the lessons from now on, I’ll let the three of you play with some vibrators….oh, and one other thing, try to convince that friend of yours, Ayumi O’Reilly to come to my English lessons. I’ve heard that she is a very pretty girl too.”

Junko listened to these words with stunned surprise.

Oh no, she thought, it’s just like school! Why does it seem like all the oldies are only interested in doing sex things to us, and fucking us? It’s like recently we all suddenly started living in a hentai world…!

The doorbell toned and there was knocking on the front door of the house.

Mrs Laja glanced up, and then told them, “Oh the boys are here, you girls better start trying to get yourselves off if you want to wear your skirts again before they see you!”

She left the room while the three girls stood, naked from their hips down, looking at each other and the retreating back of Mrs Laja. They all had the same thought at the same time as they glanced at each other’s exposed hairless pussies and their own, and blushed hotly.

Junko at least had the forethought to quickly close the classroom door as the sound of the front door opening and the yelling silliness of a bunch of teenage boys echoed down the hall…

Then the three girls looked at each other, trying to gain some impossible to achieve decency by pulling down the fronts of their sheer blouses that did nothing to hide the excited hardness of their rosy nips. Junko tried once more to put on her skirt, but it remained impossible…it was as Mrs Laja had said; they couldn't put the skirts on until they orgasmed.

 

[Lovelynice]

Ayumi

Ayumi waited for Jason’s answer, but he seemed to be locked into his own thoughts and ignored her. So she turned away, disappointed a little that her niceness wasn’t reciprocated. Ayumi glanced over at her Mom and immediately noticed how Mom was reacting to Dad’s hand, and the realisation clicked; Dad was fingering her Mom’s pussy, he was finger-fucking her!

Ayumi blushed as if she’d seen something that she shouldn’t have, but she was happy for Mom too.

Ayumi knew her Mom and Dad still did it, but she hadn’t ever seen them doing something like this under the table at dinner time.

But the fun wasn’t to last, as Mom suddenly recalled that she had a present for Jason to give to him, and made an excuse to Dad and left the room in hurry. When she came back, Mom was holding out a big heavy-looking leather-covered, brass-bound book. It was a beautiful and looked just like a wizard’s book of magic spells like from some fantasy movie. Naturally, Ayumi’s nerdy half-brother was overjoyed as he was really into that fantasy stuff. He acted very excited, nattering on about game stuff, and other things that Ayumi couldn’t understand. Then suddenly he’d turned grumpy and dark again, quickly gulped down the last of his food and stormed out of the room.

His rapid footfalls on the stairs were heavy as if Jason was angry about something, but Ayumi didn’t have a clue why…

“I wonder why he’s upset?”, Ayumi asked out loud to nobody in particular.

She glanced over at her Mom and Dad and saw that once again, Dad’s hand was under the table between his wife’s thighs, and moving wildly. He didn’t seem to care at all if Ayumi noticed. Her Mom’s look was more pleading, even though she was futilely trying to pretend that nothing was happening.

Blushing more, Ayumi stood up from the table to fetch herself a glass of milk, then she headed up the stairs while feeling strangely exposed, almost as if she half-naked. As she stepped into her bedroom and closed the door, Ayumi finally had the chance to check her skirt properly and looking down, it seemed very short. Shorter than she’d expected. She pulled at the hem, and the skirt hardly budged, as the hem was as far down as it would go. Huh?

She pulled down at the skirt again, and double-checked herself, feeling how high the hem was with her hands…

Oh no!, she thought, They could see everything!

With her hands, she could feel that the hem didn’t cover her pussy at all! The skirt didn’t even cover her bottom properly, half of her bottom must’ve been showing to Jason…!

Embarrassed deeply as she thought about what her parents must’ve thought of her slutty indecent exposure, and remembering how Jason had looked at her, Ayumi took off the too short skirt and put it on top of her bed. She then went over to her chest of drawers, opened a top drawer and took out a packet of tissues and wiped her wet inner thighs and pussy. She had to use two tissues, which was unusual…normally one sufficed.

Too wet tonight…and I’m really needing too, she thought, I wonder what upset Jason so much…was it something that I said or did?

Her soft aroma of wetness smelt a little different tonight too. In fact, Ayumi had to admit, it was a very nice smell…very nice…

Remembering her cellphone, Ayumi went to her school bag and took out her cellphone and saw that in the past hour she’d accumulated a stack of text messages, most of them suddenly in the past few minutes…which was really, really odd.

The first one was from Keiko;

Ayumi! How is that perv brother of yours?

Smiling, Ayumi sat down on the edge of her bed and sent back;

You have no idea! He was perving at my pussy tonight at dinner!

Ayumi checked through the other text messages, and was surprised that they were all from girls in her class at school who rarely ever sent any text messages to her. Curious, she opened read the first one from Atsuko Terai, the class leader;

Hello Ayumi, I don’t know what made me think of you, but I suddenly need to see you more

The other text messages were strange too;

Hi Ayumi, can we get together? I think you’re hot

Ayumi, when can you come to my place?

Ayumi – I’d love to see you soonest

Beautiful sweet Ayumi, please sit next to me in Sex-Ed tomorrow

Hey pretty girl. I was just thinking about you.

Hello Ayumi, some of us are planning a slumber party. Will you come?

There were plenty more in a similar vein, and Ayumi was taken aback by the general tone of the messages. She couldn’t understand why suddenly everyone wanted to see her. Ayumi had never noticed that she was that popular before.

She got busy trying to reply to them, and still hadn’t put a skirt back on, as she sat on the edge of her bed.

It was while she was tapping away with one thumb that suddenly the horniness really hit her. She gasped, dropping the cellphone with a clatter to the floor as heat and wetness surged within her. It was so intense that Ayumi couldn’t help but clutch at her burning hot young cunt with both hands jammed tight between her thighs. She panted, feeling the need climb to such a mad level that Ayumi gave out a long loud moan and fell back onto her bed, rolling herself into a foetal ball as the need for sex became utterly unbearable as it had caught her completely by surprise. Then her embarrassment at how she felt seemed to slap her in the face, and Ayumi opened her eyes wide, hoping that nobody had heard her cry out. She suddenly felt very, very shy and deeply ashamed of how she was acting.

Ayumi mewled like a cat in heat, as tears began to form in her eyes. Her vision blurring as the salty tears of intense sexual frustration flowed.

Then a tingling sensation flowed over her skin, from her toes upward, tickling her everywhere as if she was being softly and sensually caressed by a thousand lovers hands all the way up her toes, flowing with delight upward, past her ankles, making her moan again as the sensation flowed past her knees, then all over the skin of her thighs, suddenly her soaked pussy-lips, already over-excited began tickling like mad as if a thousand lovers were blowing directly onto her pussy, her wet labia, her clit, and past her hot ass that seemed to feel as she’d been sensually slapped and caressed all at the same time, the skin of her tummy tickled, everywhere tickled, feelings of being caressed lovingly, delightfully, beautifully, flowed ever upward as if her very skin was becoming more alive to sensation, and her breasts suddenly felt very, very, very good and her nipples hardened even more with the sensation of rough cloth rubbed softly just right, the feeling of her own clothes on her body became like she was being drowned in kisses and soft caresses and ticklish sensations everywhere, her pussy was still becoming more sensitive as if the very movements of the air were enough to set her desire soaring, and finally the sensation flowed up her shoulders, neck, and over her face and Ayumi felt as if she was being made love to by the very world itself….

Even the wetness that flowed from her hot pussy-hole and dribbled and tickled down one ass-cheek as she lay on her side, made Ayumi wriggle with joy. It felt GOOD! Everything felt good, but she was embarrassed too, as the thought seeped in past her haze of pleasure that she was hornier and wetter than she’d ever been in her life! If even Jason had asked her to fuck him, Ayumi knew that she was too crazy with need to refuse.

She felt her pussy seemed to change inside, something changing, moving…so that both curious and worried, Ayumi moved her hands away to have a look between her legs. Her pussy, what she could see, and felt, was somehow cuter and sexier, though she couldn’t really explain how.

Embarrassed by her nakedness then, and worried that somebody might come into the room to find out why she was making so much noise. Ayumi made the effort to stand up, and she did so, though she needed sex like crazy, because being half naked bothered her more.

As she staggered to her wardrobe, her super-sensitive nipples and clit and pussy-lips and thighs...everywhere on her too sensitive skin seemed to be singing to her.

She opened a drawer and started looking for a skirt to put on, and the first one she picked was a lot shorter than Ayumi had been expecting. It was as short as the other super-short indecent skirt was. As she searched through her clothes for something to wear, while her pussy-juice dripped and dribbled, Ayumi began to notice that ALL OF HER CLOTHES HAD BEEN CHANGED!!!

Everything was sort of vaguely like she recognized as hers, but when she took them out, it was obvious that none of them were quite the same….and every single one of her skirts was teeny-tiny like the one that she’d abandoned on the bed.

There seemed that none of them were of a length long enough to cover her pussy.

She opened her wardrobe doors fully, and saw inside dresses that she recognized, but all of them were incredibly short. They looked more like tops than dresses…. As she stood there, Ayumi felt compelled suddenly to stand tip-toed, with her heels up as high off the floor as possible.

None of this….makes…any sense! , Ayumi told herself, Why would anybody swap all my clothes….wait…or rather …who? Who would try such a trick on her? The only person that I can think of who would and could do it, is my nerdy half-brother, Jason

He probably put something in my food too, when I wasn’t looking, she thought, A sex drug maybe…..I’m going to kill him! I want my clothes back!...Or maybe I should fuck him…?....No…I don’t know…All I need is sex….I need a vibrator…or a boyfriend…

The need inside her was too much! The need to be touched. The need to be fucked…..

Ayumi caressed her smooth pussy with one hand, not wanting to do what her young body was crying out for her to do….

She paced the room, walking back and forth with her heels up as high as they could go, panting and desperate with need, her pussy aching for a man’s cock inside…any man…but preferably a big one…and the thoughts filled her with shame that only made her pussy burn even hotter with her need.

Then needing something, anything, to take her mind of the feeling that she felt between her legs and the desperate hunger for something within and the touch a man….or a woman….or even only the touch of plastic…

Ayumi sat down at her study-desk, spreading her thighs obscenely wide, as far apart as they could go….

She noticed the position that she was sitting in with some surprise, but when Ayumi wanted to will her legs closed, they instead widened. She ended up doing a sexy, but obscene split, with her heels high off the floor because no matter how she tried, they refused to go down. Too confused by her need for sex as well, Ayumi decided to ignore the odd difficulty, and so she tried to concentrate on her Japanese History assignment. Instead, all she could do was think that she’d rather be in bed and having a hot time with a well-endowed boyfriend. The trickling of pussy juice from her lower girl-lips the deliciously, unbearably hot meeting place between her thighs made her wriggle and squirm. The wetness tickled maddeningly, so did the very touch of the air…

The acuteness of all these pleasurable sensations was extremely distracting….

Ayumi stood up again on impulse, desperate for something to do that would take her mind off what her pussy kept begging for. She didn’t want to start finger-fucking herself….it was too shameful…what if her mother came in and saw her doing that?

Why won’t it go away? , she cried inside, I’ve never felt like this before…ever….what’s wrong with me? Should I tell Mom….No way!....but I need help….I can’t stand this any longer!

She still hadn’t put a skirt on, Ayumi suddenly noticed, so she went back the chest of drawers and searched through her wardrobe for something to wear, something decent, some item of clothing that would actually cover her pussy and bottom properly. Impossible as it should’ve been, Ayumi realized that every single item of clothing had been changed, was swapped with something similar but sexier, or redone, or was completely new. The entire time as she looked, her pussy was melting, melting, melting with hot honey trickled down both her thighs…and past her knees….and calves….and ankles….

As she felt the wetness going all the way down to her feet, Ayumi was amazed and ashamed. She went back to the chest of drawers to retrieve the packet of tissues that she had opened before and planned to wipe her legs. Ayumi took out a whole bunch of tissues, worried that there’d be enough, but when she tried to wipe herself…. Her hands stopped only inches away from her thighs. She tried to wipe, but couldn’t….

Something stopped her. Pussy-juice was leaking down her legs all the way to her toes now, and Ayumi found it absolutely impossible to do anything about it. She threw away the tissues in frustration, and put her hands down without thinking, and found it easy suddenly to wipe her pussy juice all over her thighs, but the sweet nectar of her pussy couldn’t be wiped off properly. It was so incredibly wet between her thighs, that Ayumi was almost crying tears of shame and super-heated desire.

She heard Mom and Dad come up the stairs and go into their bedroom, and wanted to hide. What if Mom opened the door and saw her like this. She needed to put a skirt on at least. Ayumi was faced with no real choices though, as she checked the length of every skirt and wished that there’d been a full-length mirror in her room. She wasn’t sure exactly how much was covered by the teeny-tiny skirts and super-short micro-dresses. Getting an idea, Ayumi put on a skirt anyway – a tight black one – and opened her bedroom door to peek out.

Jason’s bedroom door was closed, but quiet. Ayumi figured that probably Jason was studying. She grabbed a few of the skirts and micro-dresses and headed downstairs as quietly as she could….scared a bit too as she went down the steep stairs, as she was still walking tip-toe. In the bathroom, Ayumi tried on different skirts, getting more and more frustrated and astonished, as she saw her reflection in the mirror.

Every single skirt was the same length. So were the dresses. Every item of clothing was made in such a way, that it was too short, too high hemmed to cover her pussy in the slightest, and from what she could tell, the whole lower half of her ass-cheeks were bare as well…!

It was impossible. It had to be. Surely Jason couldn’t have done this. It would have cost too much money.

Only Mom and Dad could’ve done this…

But why?

Ayumi had to know what was going on, while at the same time she was still in shock and could barely believe what had happened. It was like living in some kind of….erotic….nightmare….

She went back up the stairs, determined to find out what was going on, and why Mom and Dad swapped all her clothes. Without even thinking about what her parents might’ve been doing in the privacy of the master bedroom, Ayumi knocked on the door very loudly. Mom opened the master bedroom door slightly, only showing her flushed face, while keeping her body out of sight.

Mom’s eyes lit up with curiosity, as she looked Ayumi up and down.

“What is it, Ayumi-chan?”, her Mom asked in a low voice.

“I have to come in!”, Ayumi exclaimed, “I want to know what’s going on!”

Ayumi heard Jason’s door opening behind her, and panicking at being seen by him, Ayumi pushed the door wider and slipped past her Mom before Jason could get a good look at her.

 

[Tanuki]

The ringing of her teacher's bell snapped Keiko out of her trance. Her face was flushed, and her heart was pounding in her chest. She moaned as her desire flared up, and a warm trickle of fluid flowed out, probably staining her cushion. Keiko had tears in her eyes. I'm not like this, I'm not! She'd always prided herself on her self control, not touching herself when she felt aroused. And here she was, in her English class, fingering herself almost to orgasm, unable to stop herself. She looked down and saw her brown nipples swollen and trying to poke through her sheer blouse. Strangely, she couldn't remember her school blouses being so see through. And today was the first day she hadn't worn a bra, or was it? She shook her head in confusion. She looked longingly at her skirt where it lay on the floor by her cushion. How was she going to ride the train home like this?

“Okay girls”, Mrs Laja told them, “Stand up please…now try to put your skirts back on.”

Keiko stood, obediently, and bent to pick up her skirt. She lifted her leg to step into the skirt, and frowned, because her leg wasn't cooperating, like it was asleep. She tried her other leg, but it was also frozen. Panicking, Keiko looked helplessly at her teacher, who was smiling at her with a strange grin. Her teacher explained that it was impossible. It must be hypnosis, or something, and Keiko suddenly felt terribly naked and exposed.

Then Keiko heard a bell, and excitedly she picked up her cell phone. A message! Eagerly, Keiko used her dry left hand to open the phone. Her teacher was saying something about boys, or something, but when Keiko had her phone in hand, nothing else mattered. She smiled, for it was from Ayumi. Keiko thought about her friend, and imagined fingering her too. Oh no! What is that? I would never do such a thing! she thought, shocked at herself.

You have no idea! He was perving at my pussy tonight at dinner! said the message.

That bastard Jason, perving on his own sister, or half sister. But she was awfully sexy. Stop that, stop thinking those things! Keiko told herself, alarmed.

She typed up a message to Jason. Jason, you perv, stop looking at girls! Maybe that would shame him enough so he'd think twice next time he saw Ayumi.

Keiko heard the loud bustling sounds of . . . . boys! She looked in horror at her friends, as Junko and Rie tried vainly to pull their blouses down enough to cover their naked pussies. Naked hairless pussies, she realized with shock. She wondered when that had happened.

 

[2ndSight]

Michiko with Bjorn in the Kitchen

"Now, love, have some hard meat for desert, I know ya want to.", Bjorn told her, but Michiko was having none of that.

Bjorn pulled his wife over to him almost as soon as her daughter left the room, but the pushy way he shoved at her head made Michiko angry.

“No, sorry I just don’t do that”, Michiko replied, miffed at his rudeness, “You know already that I have a problem with it!”

She pulled away, annoyed at the way he was treating her, but Bjorn grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

“Come on, I’m sorry”, Bjorn apologized, “But I had a hard day….thinking about you”

Bjorn pulled his wife over to him then, caressing her shapely ass, and Michiko readily removed her G-string and micro-skirt, dropping the two items to the floor. She was probably more impatient than him to get started. Michiko lifted one leg over her husband’s lap and guided his thick cock into her. Desperately needy, she began to sliding herself up and down Bjorn’s shaft, enjoying the sensation of having him inside, and Bjorn let her enjoy herself for a few minutes as he held onto her shapely hips.

Then suddenly he grunted something and bodily lifted her off his shaft and stood up.

“Turn around”, he grunted.

Michiko let him boss her, as she turned around and Bjorn told her to bend forward over the table. Almost automatically, she spread her feet wide apart and thrust out her ass, while her husband grabbed hold of her hips again, only once caressing her rounded rear orbs. He didn’t thrust in immediately though, but slid the head of cock up and down her excited pussy-lips, as Michiko wriggled and moved and tried to get him to push his cock within her. Bjorn could be stubborn, but not really cruel; he took his time and thrust in slowly at first, not hurrying, but making Michiko increasingly impatient and hornier. She tried push back against his thrusts, wanting him in deeper, but was too embarrassed by her inflamed desire to beg or say anything at all. She was already lost into the fucking over the kitchen table, and fearful that her daughter or step-son might come into the room at any moment.

Unlike many women, Michiko could only think of one thing during sex, having more sex. Thoughts of bills and problems with the kids never entered her mind. She was too horny at the time to care, and her husband was too highly skilled at using his dick properly. He thrust in sometimes with a seemingly random pace that drove Michiko crazy due to it’s unpredictability, then he spent a long time thrusting in fast, but pulling out very slowly, an action which encouraged her pussy to clamp tighter and tighter onto his thick shaft and made it feel as if Bjorn’s cock was swelling larger. This time as Bjorn fucked her in that way, it really did feel as if his cock was growing, and growing, filling her and stretching her inside in a way that was marvellous.

Michiko couldn’t handle the sensation anymore and felt the shivering electricity sensation across her skin as if a powerful orgasm was building up, while her pussy became incredibly ticklish. Suddenly it was upon her, Michiko grabbed at the table trying not to cry out while her husband kept thrusting, driving her towards another orgasm. His thick dick inside her felt increasingly larger, pushing into her further than ever before, while Michiko could hear Bjorn making a weird noise through his gritted teeth; not as if he about to cum, but as if he was an animal who was lost completely into a primal haze of fucking.

Michiko had seen Bjorn lose himself like that before, but never as wildly as he was tonight. It was like he was wild beast with a gigantic cock (for that’s what it felt like).

He kept fucking her for ages, and Michiko came again, and then again. She soon lost track of how many times she’d climaxed, and was amazed at Bjorn’s stamina. He hadn’t fucked her like this and brought to climax so many times since before Ayumi was born.

Suddenly his dick swelled within her, painfully huge, really hurting her, before the first jets of cum filled her womb. It hurt, but soon after Bjorn started ejaculating within her, Michiko felt a wave of euphoria hit her and flow through her, making her giddy and triggering a tidal wave of orgasms that over-lapped one into the other, more powerful than she’d ever experienced prior to that night.

Bjorn however didn’t withdraw, but began to fuck her some more, as if he was inexhaustible, while his cum and Michiko’s pussy-juice streamed down her inner thighs and dripped onto the floor. When Michiko started to come back to her senses, the euphoric high remained, but physically she felt as knocked out as if she the victim of a freak wave who got just dumped onto a beach.

Bjorn still managed to force a few more orgasms out of his wife before she begged him for mercy. For Michiko, the sex was too much, too good, but she was exhausted by it. It was the best fucking that she could ever remember Bjorn giving her. She wanted to do it again, but could barely stand. Her husband seemed to be aware of this, and let her relax as he pulled out of her. Apparently he’d enjoyed it too much as well, and Bjorn wanted to keep going.

As he sloppily pulled his massively thick and long shaft out of her, Michiko heard Bjorn swear and exclaim in surprise.

She glanced back him as his dick left her completely, and thought at first that she was imagining things.

Bjorn’s cock was already going half-way soft, but it was gigantic in size. Michiko’s eyes widened as she stared, not saying anything, but thoughts raced through her head. She’d worked as a nurse, and also for a short time at a hostess bar in her university days, and she had more sexual experience than she’d ever let her husband know about, enough that for one, dicks don’t get that huge naturally. Even his balls were enormous.

Too large to fit into any of his underpants, Michiko thought in a practical manner, before it occurred to her that something might’ve been wrong.

 

[PhoenixPrime01]

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[PhoenixPrime01]

Bjorn O'Reilly:

(OOC: I've been invited to take over the role of dominant husband/dad for the story sooo here goes.
I've read it all up to date, but if I err please just PM and let me know so I can correct the faux-pas.
PP)


Bjorn was just to horny and needy to bother to argue with Michiko about her aversion to oral sex right now, but that time was here and he had a what he thought was a very sneaky idea to try and see if he can get her to change her mind about it. It just was going to be later on after he'd fucked her as he so desperately needed to do.

She straddled him quickly and readily and mounted his hard cock and began moving up and down fucking her sopping wet and drooling cunt on his cock as he watched it appearing slick with her juices before she dropped engulfing it again with the wet squish sound a cock makes as it plumbs the depths of a reallllly sloppy wet cunt like Michiko's.

That dripping wet cunt was what had first attracted him to her and led him to find out how eternally horny she was and what a slut she'd be for him fucking him anyway, anywhere and any time he wanted her and let her know he did and their first sex was why they'd married.

And now Bjorn wanted her bent over the dining table so he could fuck her from behind like the bitch in heat his lovely and loving wife was and always is for him.

As she dropped onto him again and ground her ass on his thighs and her cunt on his cock Bjorn grunted to her, "Turn around."

In moments she was on her feet bent over and had her legs wide, wide apart giving him a great look at her tight asshole and slick and dripping wet cunt's hole and pussy with it's long and hard clit with her ass high in the air wiggling invitingly as she waited for him.

He stood behind her teasing her pussy by rubbing his cock on her clit as he slid it up and down her slit for a short time to drive her crazy with need and lust before pulling his hips back and slowly feeding her cunt an inch of cock at a time.

He shoved in an inch and pull out again, shoved in two inches and pulled back out again until finally, as she whimpered and whined in need and her lovely ass was twisting and jerking trying to get him all of the way into her as she stimulated them both with her squeezing and twisting Bjorn pulled out and the rammed the entire legnth of his modestly impressive dick into her to the balls. Balls that swung and smacked against her hard clit with a wet splat that splashed juices and could be easily heard she was so wet.

Then, now that he'd filled her tight and squeezing swamp wet cunt completely for the first time Bjorn began to truly fuck her.

At first he humped her hard and fast with short stokes and then he changed to long, full length strokes as he stood straighter so the fat head of his prick hit "that spot" inside her cock sheath every time it passed it.. and each time he was buried to the base of his cock in her his balls splatted as they smacked her clit. The combinations driving her wilder, making her behave like the cock hungry, horny as hell slut he'd first met and fucked years ago.

He'd just changed to alternating short, fast and hard with long, deep and harder strokes when his penis began to feel like something was happening to it.

He wasn't ready to shoot his wad into her yet, but he felt like he was swelling and stretching like he was about to and he couldn't understand why.

He was damned if he'd argue though because the more he seemed to swell and the longer it felt like his cock was growing the tighter Michiko's cunt became and the deeper he was fucking into it, to places no one had ever fucked her before until at the end of each fuck stroke his cock head was stretching her cervix into her belly.

He could feel her cumming and cumming as her cunt fluttered and milked his fatter and longer feeling cock and watched as she shuddered, shivered and writhed as he continued to pound his meat into her relentlessly as his strangely larger feeling balls began to draw up signalling he was about to fill Michiko with a load of cum like he'd not shot in ages and ages.

He moaned and groaned as he slammed into her one last time his muscled belly smacking her rounded ass cheeks and flattening them as he shoved her against the table's edge and ground on her cervix as he felt a tsunami of thick cum race up his even more swollen and longer cock and shoot out of his pee-cum slit in a seeming never ending deluge while he ground his teeth and squeezed her ass cheeks as hard as he could to keep from bellowing out his pleasure for any and all to hear.

No sooner had the pinnicle of his pleasure subsided a bit than Bjorn began humping her again and he kept it up until Michiko begged him to let her rest a bit.

"I'll let us both rest for a short time Michicko," he said as he reached under her as he started to pull out so cum would flow onto his fingers.

"Then my sexy and slutty wife I'm going to fuck you again and harder and longer next time too," he says with a smile in his voice as his cock slides the rest of the way out and he stands panting.

He glances down and his eyes widen when he sees the size of his cock and balls. "What the hell's happened?!?" He exclaims as he stares at them and looks up to see Michiko looking also with her mouth hanging open in surprise.

Then he recalls what he'd planned on doing and pushes his cum slick fingers into her open mouth and says in a very no nonsense voice, "Lick and suck my fingers clean Michiko and swallow every single drop or or I'll use a hairbrush, my hands or a belt on your sweet and tight ass if you don't.
"I've had enough nonsense about somethings and that's one and it will stop as of right now or you'll be punished every time it happens in the future.
"Do you understand wife?"

(OOC: I hope that fits in alright all *s*, especially 2ndSight naturally.)