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Urotsukidoji - Megumi's Introduction	By : Nickamano Category: +S to Z > Urotsuki-doji Views: 1727 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2 - Here she comes.
Out of the blue, from the deep night-time shadows of the undergrowth surrounding them, they heard a succulent, little seraphic chuckle.
The girlish laugh from close by, was closely followed by a sudden delicate tapping of an index finger on Nagumo's shoulder. As he had turned around with wide eyes and crimson flushed cheeks his mind immediately starting to throw him freakish visions of policemen with batons or even worse, Akemi's father. With increasing horror, he gazed into the inky shadows of the bushes to their backs...
…And found himself staring into the face of a young girl, an angelically beautiful young girl. She quite simply had the loveliest face Nagumo had set eyes on, and though he knew better than to ever admit it, that included Akemi. She seemed to be around their own age. Though certainly their junior, it was no more than a year or two.
The girl, giggling and teasing, had appeared suddenly in front of them with a full lipped and decidedly sexy smile. Her stylish, pageboy-cut and pretty sky-blue hair was wild and carefree. And sexy. Her crop-length, open-fronted watermelon-pink shirt flapped in the light breeze of the suddenly uncomfortably warm evening.
Underneath the shirt she had on a tight, black vest-top that jutted forth due to her pert, high bosom that could be a C- or even a D-cup. Her sweet young breasts, though covered, were visibly heaving from her quick and apparently excited breaths. Prominent nipples pressed visibly against the dark, sheer material of her vest. Twin mouth-watering points, catching the park’s distant evening lights with, for Nagumo, a mesmerising eroticism.
Though dragging his eyes southward away from her succulent breasts was supremely painful, Nagumo’s efforts were rewarded by the sudden vision of amazingly long, smooth and delectably athletic legs. Their natural shapeliness exemplified with the mind-blowing use of a pair of hold-up stockings. The sheer fabric was pink but so deep that it was practically black against the succulent form of her long legs. Intricate lace pattern topped the hold-ups, which itself perfectly emphasised the bare tops of her golden, creamy and firmly muscular thighs.
A miniscule waist and deliciously sweeping hips were barely concealed by an insanely short and tight watermelon-pink micro-skirt. Finally, her dainty little feet were slipped into light weight, baby-heeled Mary-Jane style shoes.
"Hi!" She sung in a divinely sweet, girlish, J-pop, bubble-gum voice.
"Who are you?" He spluttered almost mindless, aghast at her sexy, youthful beauty.
Before Nagumo knew what had happened, as if he'd been mesmerised by the sight of the perfect young girl - a deer in her headlights, she had pounced. And in that instant, it was all over for him.
Akemi had been frozen with shock and disbelief. Nagumo had been frozen in surprise and a sudden and uncontrolled want. And this lovely new girl was all over him at once.
She pressed herself against the astonished boy, wriggling her body against his, an excited writhing eel and purring like the sexy little kitten she undeniably was. The energy of her throwing herself on him had shoved Nagumo down onto his back in the grass, the girl writhing wantonly on top of him.
Akemi had looked down at the girl pressing herself against her already horny boyfriend, and at her intensely seductive behaviour. Her first thought was that this girl was far too young to be putting on such a dangerously overt sexual show. She shouldn't even be thinking about boys at her age, let alone offering herself to them in such an unmistakably sexual way.
"You don't remember, after last night?" The girl finally replied.
Teasing Nagumo, she kept up her seductive J-Pop voice and pressing herself even more firmly against him. The meaning behind the girl’s purring response blanched Akemi, a bucket of ice water tossed over her.
Nagumo, failing to register the newcomer’s reply, moaned into her ear as he felt her firmly jutting breasts pressing against his suddenly sweat-soaked and palpitating chest. They felt naturally hot and weighty against his thumping skin. Even through their two sets of clothes, this girl's nipples were like hard points of fire, brushing against him, pressing in hard like prodding fingers. Her thighs had splayed insistently between his, the girl straddling one denim covered leg with hers. Her firm abdominals pressed against his painfully engorged erection. And the heat of her crotch was just as palpable through their clothes. Stifling, almost unbearable.
Even though he was aware of how this would look to his beloved Akemi and realising what her natural response was going to be, Nagumo’s eyes were inexorably drawn down the lithe, slender back of this strange, beautiful girl and onward onto the sweeping curve of what had to be the most perfect rounded, taut little bubble-butt he had ever set eyes on.
His already straining dick had never felt as big nor as hard, and was pinned uncomfortably inside his tight, confining jeans. It ached with a terrible stiffness he had never experienced before. And it felt utterly huge within his tented crotch, like a burning hot, coiled-up third limb.
There was something about this girl, about her body, its heat and the lovely, rich, fresh honey-sweet scent of her. The weight of her, however light, pressing and rubbing against him that had made his solid shaft strain and grow thick to bursting. He felt bigger, harder and more erect than he had ever been in his life.
It took Akemi an extra second to come to her senses. Then she looked at Nagumo, her saviour and current boyfriend supposedly enjoying their very first date together. And now there was this annoyingly pretty, sexy young girl who had appeared out of nowhere and made assertions that she and Nagumo had spent the previous night together when Akemi had been suffering the aftereffects of her middle school, supernatural sexual assault. And she blew up.
"What?!" She'd gasped, her voice breaking with shock, horror and grief.
Beneath that raw, instant emotional response, other reactions brewed - suspicion and anger as well as a strong sense of ultimate betrayal. The boy who had saved her, made her fall for him one day, had betrayed her and broken her heart the next day.
The quaking, broken voiced reaction from Akemi snatched Nagumo's attention clear of the delightful feel of the other girl's super sexy little body, even while her nipples scalded him through their clothing and her succulent, wet tongue licked his earlobe in a decidedly erotic manner.
He'd looked around at Akemi, eyes wide with his own sense of shock and dismay. His cheeks flushing with equal measures of sexual excitement and embarrassment. And he tried, in vain, to protest his innocence.
"I've never...!" He tried.
However, a sudden, quick and surprisingly harsh stinging slap whipped across his cheek. Jarring his face and jaw bone. It stoppered his attempt to protest his innocence before it had begun. However, what hurt most was, of course, the distinct horrified expression of heart-rending pain and the welling tears in Akemi's huge, lovely brown eyes.
"You Jerk!" She'd wailed angrily, her voice breaking as she fought back outraged tears of betrayal.
Before Nagumo could say anything else, before he tried to throw the ubiquitous excuses at her: It meant nothing. I’ve never seen her before in my life. I only went with her because she’ll do what you won’t. Before she could hear any of his imminent bullshit, she was up and running. Away into the darkness of the park.
Staring after her, the love of his life, in absolute mute shock Nagumo could have sworn he actually caught a glimpse of falling tears in the moonlight, like glistening silvery cobwebs.
"Akemi!" Nagumo called after her.
However, he didn’t bank of the desire of the new girl and with a single push against his pleasure racked body, the young beauty had seized his attention again. Even as his brain enveloped itself in the feeling of distraught loss of the departure of Akemi Ito, his body had been busy embracing the exquisite pleasure the new girl was piling onto him.
Still there was a moment when his heart fought back and he tried to lift himself, grunting slightly in his effort. However, in a surprising display of strength she shoved him down again, flat onto his back with her straddling him and writhing against him more than ever, rubbing at him with her heated crotch, her firm thighs, her full breasts, her sweet, lovely face.
"You're the Chojin aren't you?" She purred the strange, unanswerable question with her soft, yet powerfully sexual voice.
He couldn’t reply, his mind was fogged with lust and it hadn't seemed like a question to him anyway, meaningless words. A foreign language.
She didn’t seem to care. Her hand slid down over his terrifically bulging crotch at last, and he gasped loudly and shivered at the amazing feel of being touched by those cool, delicate hands. Even if they were on the wrong side of his clothing.
All too easily able to ignore the residual guilt pangs and a rapidly fading desire to get up and chase after Akemi, Nagumo let his arms encircle the girl's slender and obviously strong, athletic torso. He hugged her to him a little bit more tightly, giving into the demands of his loins and his brain and, as of now, his heart.
Nagumo shakily slid a hand down from her waist to mould the hard, succulently acute curve her ass. And he pressed his fingers against the hard muscle beneath baby-soft flesh, glad of the ridden-up micro-skirt. Though, all the while he was wincing at the possibility of her pulling away from him, that he could go too far.
At the same time, his other hand had 'accidentally' managed to brush at one of her heaving breasts, stroking at the full, firm flesh. He discovered and rubbed at the hard nipple through her sheer, black cotton vest-top with the backs of his fingers.
The almost unreal, dreamscape perfection of her tightly muscled, perfectly rounded bottom was almost too much for the boy, and he'd had to let go.
The girl, panting and giggling with extreme lusty excitement, slid down his body reached for his fly and quickly unzipped it. A split-second later her soft fingers were touching his bulging, straining, erection. Skin on skin - his burning hot against her cool, soft flesh. She'd started sliding her fingers up and down the blood-filled underside of his erection, tickling the engorged muscle, tantalising him more than ever. There was no way he could have lasted more than a few seconds of that silky touch.
The entrancing young seductress purred again, catlike and Nagumo had tried to focus on her words, struggling against how close he actually was from spewing his hot cum all over the interior of his jeans, due to her expertly caressing fingers and palm, and how embarrassing and humiliating it would be.
"Take your real form, quick!" She moaned, almost pleading.
He hadn’t understood a single word she'd said to him yet. And then she winked at him, the most purely sexual and erotic gesture he had witnessed in his life. And her hand encircled his erection and she levered his solid shaft out into the open air. The night air touching his foreskin, compared to the warmer touch of her silky flesh, felt icy like a snow-goddess blowing across his shaft with her arctic breath.
"I've been waiting a long time to get screwed by you!" Her excitement animated her voice as much as her body.
She moaned, squeezing the solid shaft and working the foreskin over the bloated, gleaming, swollen glans with what Nagumo could only describe as a truly expert hand.
"Hey -- cut it out!" He finally begged.
Though rather than a resurgence of guilt over the hurt afforded Akemi, it was mostly because he was terrified that he would cum any second and the lovely girl would laugh at him. He believed he might actually die if she laughed at him.
But the girl had slipped one of her lusciously toned legs over both of his, mounting him so she was sitting astride his denim clad upper thighs. He looked down, all but framing his shockingly large erection which was clutched in one of her soft, dainty little hands, was her own delicate little panty-covered pussy.
Her skirt had ridden up over her hips, revealing the lovely golden flesh of her upper and inner thighs and between them, soaking wet almost to the point of translucence was her tiny pinkish-white underwear.
Through the large, damp patch he could recognise flashes of the colour beneath the saturated fabric. A thin, light patch of bright blue, which revealed the strange fact that her pubic hair matched the hair on her head, and incidentally, her eyebrows. Which was odd as it suggested it wasn’t dyed at all, that she was naturally that colour? And, most of all, beneath that sparse little island of soft-looking down, had been a hint of perfect folds of soft, dusky pink pussy lips. And he gulped, he was seeing, however abstractly, this gorgeous young girl's pussy lips through her own cum soaked panties, and that realisation got lodged in his throat.
That single image, from that moment onward burned into his memory with all the clarity of a photograph, had been the last straw and his solid, straining erection leaped visibly against the girl’s soaked panties. With a cry of unbridled exultation, Nagumo’s most powerful orgasm ever burst forth.
A great geyser of thick, white, scalding liquid erupted out of his cock head and splattered all over the girl's wriggling thighs. And then more and more, spattering the gorgeous bare flesh above the tops of her stockings, as well as all across his body, shooting as far as his upper chest, splurging across his abdomen and pubic hair.
Nagumo panicked then, the idea of premature ejaculation had always been terrifying and humiliating to him. He shoved the delectable, yet strange young girl off him, in an amazing display of simultaneous reluctance and determination, and bolted.
He sprinted through the bushes, hurriedly stuffing away his already wilting shaft and zipping up all the incriminating evidence inside his stained jeans.

The run calmed him, gaining distance from the young temptress allowed him to see more clearly, it was almost as though she had been some kind of Siren from Greek Mythology. And he began to grow rather more accepting of the strange set of events.
He'd see Akemi at school tomorrow and explain that he had never met the girl before, make her believe him. It would be fine, there’s no way she wouldn’t be able to see it from his point of view.
And as for the strange young seductress, he’d never see her again. Obviously, it had been nothing more than a strange, random encounter. He'd got one hell of a hand-job from one hell of a beautiful and sexy young girl, for absolutely nothing.
He'd actually joked with himself that maybe he should go back for a second helping when he'd realised, he'd stepped out straight onto a busy road, and into the path of a large, speeding truck...

…The next thing he remembered had been waking up naked, at dawn, amongst the smoking wreckage of what looked like the result of some tremendous bomb blast, where the local hospital had once been.
Gas explosion was the assumption he'd heard mentioned since returning to civilisation, and was how the news and authorities had reported it.
That had been this morning. He had made it home to the shock and surprise of his parents. Not that he had been naked, but that they had received a phone call from the hospital alerting them to their son’s admittance and yet before they could even leave their apartment home, the hospital had blown up.
They had kept him off school for the day but it was obvious he was fine, in fact he was fitter than ever, whatever had gone on at the hospital had somehow improved him physically, he felt like an athlete, full of energy and a new lease on life. Throughout the day he had been interviewed over and over. First by the police investigators and medical staff and then by reporters investigating the cause of the gas explosion but he had nothing to tell any of them. From getting hit by the truck his memory was completely blank up until he awoke this morning with the dawning son. Finally left alone and unable to stay home any longer, he had run to the school in time for the end of the day bell. He was desperate to try and make up with Akemi.
Fortunately, Akemi had been so happy to see him alive and well after the Hospital explosion that she'd either forgotten or already forgiven him for the previous night’s misunderstanding. And better still, though he would never admit it apart from to himself, he'd also just discovered the insane, and glorious news that the stunning mystery girl from last night had been revealed to be the little sister of his new friend Amano!
So, he'd found out her family name was Amano and like her brother she was recently transferred to their school from Osaka. He desperately wanted to ask Jyaku a million questions about her but he daren’t, not with Akemi beside him.
She was already glowering quietly to herself over this news and Nagumo was almost certain that her sole reason for tagging along was to keep an eye on the two of them when they met up again. This was a test and even though he was wholly excited to see the sexy young minx again, the last thing he was willing to do was to mess up his recently fixed relationship with Akemi, who, until just this second had been the hottest girl in the whole school. And right now, his girlfriend.
His heart was hammering, even though he was trying to play it cool. He was going to learn her first name, and meet her properly. How would she react when she saw him again? Would she be embarrassed? Laugh at him, throw herself at him again? What would she do?
More to the point, what would Akemi do?
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