The black van was parked at the side of the small road
a good distance from Kawasaki High School. It had
tinted windows, and it was difficult to look into the
van from outside – not that anyone would want to do
that, for the van appeared to be a normal delivery van.
A man sat in the van, a camera with a powerful zoom
lens on his lap.
Very soon, he spotted his quarry – a pretty girl was
walking down the road, dressed smartly in her school
uniform – a grey skirt, and a cream-colored sweater
which only revealed the top of her crimson school tie.
He began taking pictures of this sixteen year old girl,
who, being unaware that she was being photographed from
far, was strolling along with her sling bag around her
shoulder, walking home after school.
—
“Reiko-san!”
Miyuki sat up straight, awoken from her day-dreaming by
the teacher. “Please pay attention in class, Reiko-
san. As the monitress, you should set a good example
for the class.” Miyuki was embarrassed. She managed a
quick apology amidst some giggles around her, bowing
her head. “Sorry, sir, it will not happen again.”
Miyuki half-blushed, as she remembered what she was
day-dreaming about… Mr. Tanaka, the handsome physical
exercise teacher. She tucked the fringe of her chin-
length hair behind her ear, and attempted to get her
mind back to mathematics.
—
That afternoon, Miyuki was practicing her service
skills with volleyball. It was volleyball month for
physical exercise lessons, and she enjoyed her physical
exercise lessons very much. Even more so because Mr.
Tanaka was teaching volleyball. As she was attempting
to serve ball after ball across the net, her heart beat
faster when she noticed from the corner of her eye that
Mr. Tanaka was walking towards her. She pretended not
to see him until he was almost standing next to her,
whereupon she turned to look at him in mock surprise,
and quickly flashed him a charming smile. “Oh it’s you,
Tanaka-san sensei.”
“Good work, Reiko-san,” Mr. Tanaka smiled back, pausing
a while to look into Miyuki’s soft brown eyes, “but you
might want to do it this way.” Mr. Tanaka stepped
behind Miyuki, almost putting his arms around the slim
girl as he reached for the ball in her left hand, and
grabbed her right wrist at the same time. Miyuki was
dressed in a t-shirt and a really short white skirt –
standard for volleyball.
Mr. Tanaka could smell her body fragrance at this close
distance. As he showed the attractive teenager how to
properly serve the ball, he was painfully aware of the
end of her skirt swishing softly across his thighs, and
his chest bumping into her back every now and then.
“Good,” Mr. Tanaka cleared his throat, “just continue
practicing,” he said to Miyuki, who flashed him another
smile. He took one more look at the alluring figure of
the sixteen year old, and especially the long slender
legs, before he walked away. “Its time to put the plan
to action,” he thought to himself.
Mr. Tanaka told his class to keep practicing and
quickly made his way to the classroom. The door was
locked as always, for the safety of the student’s
belongings as they went for physical exercise. Mr.
Tanaka grinned as he took out the key, unlocked the
door, and crept into the empty classroom. He quickly
spotted Miyuki’s table.
“Ahh.. My dear Miyuki.” He picked up the neat stack of
clothes which belonged to Miyuki, and took a sniff.
“Yes.” Mr. Tanaka quickly put it aside, for he was
looking for something more specific. He rummaged in her
bag, and found a pair of white cotton panties and a bra
hidden under a towel at the bottom of the bag. “Ahh..
Just what I thought,” as he glanced at the number on
the brassiere strap.
He then picked up the panties, took another whiff,
trying to catch the scent of the young lady. Mr. Tanaka
took a tiny tube from his pocket, and emptied some
light powder onto the fabric of the underwear , just
where Miyuki’s crotch might be moments later. With
that, he replaced everything, and crept out of the
classroom.
—
Miyuki had showered and changed back into her normal
school attire, but did not notice anything amiss. She
was surprised when Mr. Tanaka requested her to stay
after school as he needed to talk to her. She wondered
what it was about, and was secretly pleased.
After school, she went to see him in his office. As
usual, everyone, including all the teachers, had taken
off soon after the last bell rang, and hence there was
hardly anyone left in school.
Mr. Tanaka explained to her that he needed a big favor
from her. He revealed to Miyuki that besides being a PE
teacher, he is doing some freelance photography on the
side, and that he needed a ‘model’ really badly this
week. He had promised to deliver some samples of his
work to a potential client who was interested in
‘fashion wear for high school students’.
Miyuki hesitated at first, but was quickly convinced by
Mr. Tanaka that it was just a few pictures, and that
she did not have to do much besides wearing her school
uniform, putting on her school blazer, and doing a few
poses.
Soon, he was snapping pictures of Miyuki standing in
the classroom with his camera. Miyuki was uneasy at
first, but gradually warmed up to his coaxing.
“Good, Miyuki, I need you to sit down on this chair and
cross your legs.”
Miyuki obliged, realising that Mr. Tanaka had called
her by her first name, instead of the more formal
‘Reiko-san’.
As Mr. Tanaka continued adjusting his camera, Miyuki
was suddenly aware that she was feeling an itch
beginning in between her legs. More specifically, at
her crotch. She tried to shift in her seat, and hid her
discomfort by squeezing her legs together. She watched
Mr. Tanaka to see if he had caught anything unusual
about her behavior, but he seemed occupied in putting
the right lens on his camera.
“Mr. Tanaka, I need to go soon,” Miyuki ventured, as
she felt her crotch grow quite warm. She resisted the
temptation to scratch it, for it would be extremely
rude and unlady-like to do something like that.
“Oh, just one more shot, Miyuki..please?” Mr. Tanaka
pleaded.
“Alright, but I have to go home soon for dinner,”
Miyuki said as she rubbed her inner thighs together to
try to scratch that strange itch. But it seemed to get
worse when she closed her legs tight. She felt
extremely embarrassed, but tried hard not to give the
game away that her pubic area was feeling terribly hot
and itchy. It actually felt better when she opened her
legs slightly.
“Umm.. could you squat down for this last shot?” Mr.
Tanaka asked.
“Excuse me?” Miyuki thought she heard him wrong.
“I’m really sorry to ask this of you, but the sun is
setting, and I can’t get enough light in this corner of
the classroom. I’m just going to take your upper body,
I promise.”
“Umm…well.. just my upper body right?”
“Yes, of course,” Mr. Tanaka smiled inwardly while
appearing the most professional photographer outwardly,
as he had taken a gamble that she would not ask to
kneel down on the floor instead.
In fact, Miyuki realised that her itch was not as bad,
if she opened her legs slightly. It was almost like her
private part needed some cool autumn air! She had hence
not suggested kneeling down, for strict Japanese custom
would require to kneel down properly with her legs
tucked behind her bum, and her knees and thighs closed.
So she squatted down, keeping care to turn her knees to
the side to protect her modesty. Mr. Tanaka was
thrilled – he got the girl just where he wanted. His
heart skipped a beat when he caught a brief glimpse of
her white panties, but she had shifted herself in a
second to make sure she was flashing her favorite
teacher her crotch.
“This is going to be a great shot,” Mr. Tanaka thought
to himself as he focused his lens, catching the whole
of the sixteen year old in his view, and not just her
upper body as he promised.
It was exactly like one of those girlie ‘idol’
magazines, Tanaka mused, with pictures of models (or
‘idols’ as they were known) dressed in school uniforms,
usually in a compromising or suggestive pose like this
one.
“Miyuki! Thank you very, very much! I’m done,” Mr.
Tanaka reluctantly ended his photo session with the
unsuspecting girl. Grateful to be let off, Miyuki ran
promptly to the ladies after bidding her teacher
goodbye.
Mr. Tanaka sniggered, as he imagined the girl in the
restroom, stripping her panties off to see what was
wrong. She would probably not finding anything except
maybe a rash on her pubic mound, but most definitely
she would be rubbing her private part to relieve the
itch over the next hour.
Miyuki was in bed thinking about
the day’s happenings.
Her fingers wandered to her pubic area. She was
extremely confused. Luckily for her, there weren’t that
many people on the way home – so she had scratched
herself there discreetly several times. She had felt
her panties extremely uncomfortable, but enjoyed the
cool evening breeze.
When she got home, she had taken off her panties in the
bathroom, and looked at the curly mound of black hair
on her pubic area. She used her fingers to ‘comb’
through the hair to see if she had somehow gotten an
insect bite, crazy as that may sound. Instead, she had
found nothing, and her itch had subsided.
She inspected her white cotton panties as well, and did
not find anything but a spot of dampness at the crotch
area. Was it perspiration, or was it.. ? Is this
masturbation? She thought herself crazy, as she
remembered those hilarious discussions she had with her
friend Noriko before.
After all, it all began with Mr. Tanaka’s photo
session. Was she horny? Miyuki thought it was all very
funny. She was glad she was in the privacy of her
bathroom in her own home. She would have died if
someone else had found out that her ‘pussy’ was itchy.
That was the term her friend Noriko used. It was an
American term for her vagina, she learnt.
But she was quite sure this was not masturbation. After
all, she had done so once, at least, according to her
friend Noriko. It was when she was twelve, and she
spent a whole lot of time taking her bath. She
discovered that it felt really nice when she had used
the shower head to spray water on her ‘pussy’. It
tickled tremendously, but when the water gushed onto
the sensitive little nub on her pussy, it made her
lower abdomen tense up involuntarily.
She made herself relax, particularly by opening her
legs, but as the water spray splashed onto her pussy,
each spray of water made her tense up for a split
second. She was approaching her climax without knowing
it, as the relaxing and tensing up of her clitoris
brought her pleasure senses higher and higher. All of a
sudden, she had no control over herself anymore – hard
as she tried to hold it back (without knowing why she
was doing so), it came.
Waves of spasms rocked her body, emanating from her
pussy which was pulsating with a mind of its own.
Torrents of pleasure, washed through her young nubile
body. She was afterward so relaxed she nearly fell
asleep in the bath-tub. This, Noriko told her, was her
first masturbation.
Miyuki had not tried it again since. Thinking about
volleyballs, and bath-tubs and white cotton panties,
she drifted off to sleep.
—
It was two days later, when Miyuki’s class had their
physical exercise lesson again. Mr. Tanaka again crept
into the classroom, and gleefully put his powder onto
Miyuki’s panties. He would do that for the next few
weeks as well, and Miyuki had no idea. She did start to
realise that she would feel itchy in her private part
only on the days after volleyball.
Is it the perspiration? She wondered. Or is it Mr.
Tanaka? As she stared at her handsome teacher in the
distance teaching her friend Noriko how to spike the
ball, she wondered if he somehow had some mysterious
power over her body. Why was she reacting that way to
him? Again, she felt that urge in her crotch, that hot
feeling that spreads all over her pussy. Today, she
felt something new as well… she felt a little wet.
That familiar feeling when she read an adult manga.
Those comics that had dirty pictures of guys having sex
with girls made her wet. Not that she reads them often,
but curious Miyuki had chanced upon them in a local
bookstore and started flipping through the pages. She
could not put the comic down, but when she was done,
she felt really flustered and embarrassed she had gone
through the whole thing. She left the bookshop
hurriedly, avoiding the gaze of the shop owner. She had
felt some wetness between her legs then. And now she
felt it again.
Maybe she caught some disease, she thought. It couldn’t
be a hygiene problem, could it? She always takes at
least half an hour to bathe. Should she see the school
doctor?
“Yo, what’s up, Yuki-chan?” Noriko chirped. She was
dressed in a mid-thigh length white skirt, not unlike
her pal Miyuki. She nudged Miyuki lightly in her ribs,
rousing her from her inner thoughts.
“Oh, nothing,”. Miyuki looked at her friend. Noriko was
slightly taller than she was, with a more athletic
build, and longer hair that she liked to tie up in a
ponytail. Noriko played tennis for the school. While
Miyuki had fair white skin, Noriko was slightly more
tanned. They had been good friends since the first year
they came to Kawasaki High School. Miyuki decided not
to tell Noriko about her extremely embarrassing
problem.
—
Mr. Umeda looked at his student. He looked longer than
usual, at Miyuki Reiko, class monitress. She was his
favorite student. Not only did she hand up her work on
time every assignment, Mr. Umeda also thought her very
pretty. But lately he had found it difficult to
concentrate on teaching in class. For he thought that
Miss Miyuki Reiko had been sitting in a very
flirtatious manner.
While all the girls in the class were expected, as
young ladies, to sit with their legs closed, Miyuki
seemed to move around a little excessively. Sometimes
Mr. Umeda would see her creamy thighs, as she crossed
or uncrossed them, and her skirt would not quite be in
the proper place. Once he thought he saw a flash of
white between her legs, Mr. Umeda’s eyes almost popped
out.
Mr. Umeda started to give homework to the class to do
in class. He would pretend to be marking books, whilst
he kept his eye out on this lovely sixteen year old. As
the whole class did their work, Mr. Umeda would glance
at Miss Reiko’s legs below her desk. It was great that
the desks were simple ones, with no barrier between his
lustful eyes, and the luscious upper legs which would
appear every now and then, as Miyuki shifted around in
her seat absent-mindedly. Was she doing it on purpose
or was she plain careless?
Mr. Umeda was not a good looking man. He was past his
40s, and looked more like a portly Japanese
businessman, with dark jowls, and horn-rimmed glasses,
rather than a school teacher. He could not believe his
luck that this teenage beauty queen was such a
temptress.
Still, he was shocked when Mr. Tanaka made a remark to
him after a staff meeting. “You know that girl Reiko in
your class?”
“Rei.. you mean Miyuki Reiko?” Mr. Umeda said.
“Notice anything about her recently?” Mr. Tanaka asked.
Mr. Umeda looked at Mr. Tanaka dumbly, unsure of how to
react.
“She’s been acting rather strangely yah?” Mr. Tanaka
probed, with a slight smile.
“Um… what do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. The way she behaves.. a little
bit unladylike, wouldn’t you say?” Tanaka lowered his
voice. He added, “I think it either means they got
jilted by their boyfriend, or they’re earning some
money on the side.. you know.. ”
Mr. Umeda’s eyes lit up, “Oh, you mean…”
Mr. Tanaka said, “I’m suspecting. Either she donates
her underwear for vending machines, or maybe she works
part time in a coffee joint without one,” Mr. Tanaka
laughed, and gave Mr. Umeda a pat on the back. “She
sure likes to flaunt her panties during my volleyball
lessons..
Maybe you should give her some counseling, Umeda-san.”
Mr. Umeda nodded dumbly, and swallowed, as Mr. Tanaka
walked off.
Mr. Tanaka smiled to himself, as he looked at the empty
tube in his pocket, no bigger than his pinkie. Because
the physical exercise lessons were conducted three
times a week, but at different times of the day, he had
to plan ahead as to when Miyuki would feel the effects.
On Mondays and Wednesdays, when PE was the first
activity of the day, he would sprinkle less powder –
she would then feel the discomfort the whole day, and
start acting like a slut in front of the other
teachers. On last Friday, he had dumped almost three-
quarters of the tube, knowing that PE was the last
activity of the day – he was pleased to note that
Miyuki almost could hardly keep her hands out of her
panties.
—
It was Wednesday, Miyuki had ran out of class to the
restroom. Noriko subsequently went in to look for her,
worried that her friend was sick.
“Hey, are you alright, Miyuki?” Noriko shouted from
outside Miyuki’s cubicle. The monitress had went
straight into the toilet, and pulled her panties down.
“Period?” Noriko asked.
“No.. um.. yes..” Miyuki was trying to relieve the itch
in her pubic mound, scratching frantically, but she did
not want her friend to think that she was a disgusting
little tramp.
—
Mr. Umeda was staring dumbfounded at his open
briefcase.
He was just clearing his table to go home,
and was shocked to find a pair of white cotton panties
amongst his belongings in his briefcase. He glanced
around to make sure that nobody else was there.
Was someone playing a joke on him? As Miyuki Reiko’s
image popped into his head, he felt an urgent arousal
in his loins. Could what Mr. Tanaka said be true? This
model student, this class monitress is resorting to
‘extra-curricular activities’ to make a quick buck? And
propositioning him as a potential client? He quickly
closed his briefcase and went on his way home.
In the privacy of his own home, Umeda had examined the
panties again and again – there was a definitely
feminine musky smell – someone had worn this.
Regardless of whether it was Miyuki’s or not, Umeda
masturbated with the soft cotton garment, and
ejaculated loads of cum into it, fantasizing about
images of the sixteen year old exposing herself to him
in class.
Tanaka decided to put his plan into the next phase
today. First, he had doctored Miyuki’s panties with a
full tube of his special powder. He had then called her
to stay back after class, telling her that his
photographs of her had really impressed his agency, and
that he wanted to show the photos to her.
Tanaka knew that the itching effect would come after
about half an hour after contact. And PE being the last
lesson of the day, students and teachers of Kawasaki
High School had all left the school campus within
fifteen minutes of the last bell.
Tanaka’s adrenaline was pumping, as he readied his
video camera. A professional in his line – and it was
neither photography nor teaching. Tanaka fulfilled
voyeuristic fantasies of his clients. For the
individuals who employed him, it was a vicarious way of
experiencing forbidden sexual pleasures; Tanaka acted
on behalf of his clients, and he specialised in
capturing it on film.
Invariably, the client almost always knows the subject,
perhaps a sexy student, neighbor, secretary, friend’s
wife, colleague, a niece or even daughter. Tanaka had
seduced, molested, humiliated or raped all of them.
Although a seasoned hand, he couldn’t help getting
excited about the innocent teenage girl that was about
to be violated in many ways.
Miyuki appeared at the door way to his office, and
bowed her head in greeting to her sensei. Tanaka
invited her in, and asked her to sit down on the couch.
He brought her an album, and started showing her some
pictures of people and places which were ‘his work’.
Tanaka wanted to stall for some time, in case there
were still people around in school who had not yet
left, and this bought him another ten minutes. He was
also waiting for his powder to take effect.
“Tanaka-san, did my pictures turn out alright?” Miyuki
asked as she flipped to the last page of his album.
“Oh yes, I nearly forgot.” Tanaka went back to his
desk, and pulled out another album.
To her surprise, it was labeled “Miyuki Reiko, 16 yrs
old” on the cover. Tanaka watched her carefully, and
saw her surprise, but she was too polite to ask any
questions.
“Oh my.” She saw the first few pictures, and was quite
alarmed to see that they had been blown up to almost
full page size. She looked quite innocent in them, but
yet, there was a subtle hint of flirtatiousness in her
pose she realised. She was not sure if it was herself,
or the ‘skill’ of the photographer, namely Mr. Tanaka,
which made it such.
Tanaka was watching her carefully, and registered the
first tell-tale twitching of her thighs, as she sat on
the couch beside him, looking at the album. Miyuki’s
left hand went unconsciously to her lap, and then she
suddenly realised that the horrible itching is coming
again. “The client really thought you were a great
model, Miyuki. They are requesting for more pictures of
you.”
“Really?”, Miyuki couldn’t really think, as the itching
multiplied by the second. She was feeling alarmed that
this time, the intensity had risen quite quickly. One
moment, she was feeling fine, the next, it felt like
someone was tickling her pussy with a feather.
She turned to the last page, and saw, to her shock,
that Tanaka had taken that picture of her squatting
down, full-body! Quite clearly, her thighs can be seen.
“B-b-but.. you promised to take only the upper body!”
Miyuki stammered, staring in disbelief at Tanaka, who
nonchalantly waved his hand and replied, “Oh.. don’t
worry about that – all the models do that nowadays.
It’s nothing. And my client really loved it!”
And that’s not a lie either, Tanaka thought to himself
– his client did love that picture of the cute girl.
Miyuki felt the itching in her crotch grow by the
second, and did not want to argue. “I.. Sorry, Mr.
Tanaka, I need to go to the ladies,” she blushed, Mr.
Tanaka must think she has no bladder control. She
really needed to relieve that itch.
“Sure, but only if you agree to do more pictures for
me,” Mr. Tanaka said. Miyuki glanced at Mr. Tanaka and
gave him a silly grin. She wasn’t sure if he was joking
or not. “I need to go..” she could not stand it anymore
– she practically ran out of his room, much to Mr.
Tanaka’s amusement.
Tanaka picked up his video camera and tripod, sauntered
out into the corridor, and glanced around to make sure
nobody else was in school. It was silent indeed. He saw
the schoolgirl disappear into the ladies around the
corner, and quickly followed her.
Miyuki dashed into the ladies, and ran into the
cubicle, closing the door behind her. She quickly sat
on the toilet seat cover, and peeled her panties down
to her knees, and started scratching the burning
sensation in her pubic mound. “Ohh.. ..oh my,” she
muttered to herself. “What is wrong with me??”
Tanaka placed his tripod softly on the ground, closed
the door to the ladies, and locked it. He crept slowly
to the only cubicle with the closed door, making no
sound in his sneakers. All the time, Miyuki Reiko was
busy scratching her pussy, her eyes half-closed. It
felt so good to scratch she did not realise that Tanaka
had climbed onto the toilet seat in the cubicle
adjacent to hers, and was training his video camera
onto her from over the dividing wall.
Tanaka felt the familiar swelling in his loins as he
focused his camera onto the unsuspecting girl. He could
only see her hand moving in a fury under her skirt, as
she sat there, with her legs open, and her white cotton
panties stretched around her knees. It was a fantastic
shot – to anyone, it would look like Miyuki Reiko,
class monitress, was getting herself off.
A full minute passed, Tanaka’s tool was struggling to
get free from his pants. Tanaka’s mind quickly flashed
back to the last week’s events – his client had
requested for a picture and video package of Miyuki
Reiko, and Tanaka was to be paid handsomely for his
services. But his client had stressed that the girl
was not to be harmed, at least physically. And he, as a
professional, was to deliver the contract – as much as
he wanted to, he could not rape this girl.
Miyuki screamed, when her dreamy eyes focused on the
black camera lens over the top of the cubicle wall. She
quickly pulled her panties up and dashed out of her
cubicle. She heard that familiar voice before she saw
the peeping-tom’s face: “Miyuki Reiko’s masturbation in
the school toilet..” Tanaka said, stepping out, an evil
grin on his face.
Miyuki could hardly believe it. She ran to the door,
and found it locked. She could only think of running
away. Running away from this nightmare situation – her
teacher had caught her on tape in a shameful act. She
wasn’t even masturbating. But why was Mr. Tanaka in the
ladies?? She had a dozen different questions in her
head. How could he??
“Just doing my job, my dear Miyuki.” It was almost like
Tanaka had read her mind. Tanaka calmly attached the
video camera to the tripod, as the panicked girl tried
the unbudging door again and again. “Help! Let me
out.. why are you doing this?” Miyuki managed in a
feeble voice.
“Why don’t we get started.” Tanaka’s eyes roamed over
the sixteen-year-old’s body. For the first time, Miyuki
saw that cruel glint in his eyes – his handsome
features seemed demonic now as the man strode over to
the cowering girl.
Miyuki put up a lame struggle, as the much stronger
Tanaka pinned her body and arms against the wall with
an arm and his body, while his other hand forcibly
grabbed her pert breasts through her school-girl
uniform. “Don’t worry, I’m won’t rape you. I just want
to make a sexy video.”
Miyuki’s head was feeling light, very light. Her
breathing was fast and deep, and her breasts rose and
fall with each breath she took. Tanaka took a few
seconds to admire her bosom and savor the moment.
Then
he reached under her skirt.
Miyuki screamed when she felt his hand under her
panties. “Look, Miyuki, if you’re smart, you’ll keep
quiet and cooperate, or I’ll distribute that naughty
video of you playing with your pussy to everyone in
school.” Her heart sank when she heard that. She closed
her eyes, and heard the furious beating of her heart
reverberating in her eardrums. She prayed that it
wasn’t happening.
Miyuki felt her knees weaken, as she felt Tanaka’s
hands under skirt. Tanaka tugged her panties down to
her ankles. He got behind her, holding her small wrists
with one hand. “Sit down” he ordered, and pulled the
girl against himself so that he was supporting her back
with his torso, whilst he faced the camera.
He pulled her legs apart, laughing, “Still shy, eh?”
displaying her most private part to the camera. Miyuki
did not look at the camera, looking away as Tanaka
hiked her skirt up all the way to her waist, displaying
her creamy thighs, long slender legs, and most of all,
her hairy muff.
“Weren’t you feeling itchy?” Tanaka taunted her. Miyuki
started sobbing, as Tanaka’s fingers started probing
her pubic mound, ruffling the fine hair softly. Miyuki
tried to close her legs, but each time she brought her
knees together, Tanaka would push them apart. Worse of
all, her pussy was feeling itchy again. Terribly itchy.
Miyuki sat there on the floor, with her legs splayed,
her nakedness caught on camera.
“Take one,” Tanaka laughed.
“I’ll help you relieve your itch, Miyuki”. Tanaka’s
hand went to her pussy again, cupping her mound. With
his index finger, he started rubbing the little piece
of flesh that was her clitoris in small circles, whilst
his thumb scratched her mons right above where it
itched the most.
“Uuhh..” Miyuki uttered involuntarily as Tanaka
rewarded her eroding resistance by a vigorous scrubbing
of the itching area with all his fingers. It felt so
good, Miyuki resisted the temptation to moan with some
difficulty. And the worst thing was, she felt herself
getting that nasty, wet feeling. She was getting wet!
Suddenly, without warning, Tanaka’s middle finger
slipped into the lubricating vagina of the teenage
girl. Miyuki’s body tensed up, and Tanaka tightened his
grip on the wrists of the young girl whose arms were
locked behind her.
He withdrew his finger, and to her horror, stuck it in
his mouth!
She averted her gaze, and begged him, “Please.. let me
go..
I won’t tell anyone.”
“But I would!” Tanaka smiled, and resumed rubbing
Miyuki’s clitoris, teasing the sensitive pink flesh,
coaxing it to emerge from its hiding place. “Aaaahh…”
Miyuki’s body tensed up again, as Tanaka stuck two
fingers into her very wet tunnel, making a squishing
sound.
“You’re liking this, Miyuki.”
Miyuki could only half protest, and half whimper as he
continued pumping his fingers into her love hole.
Tanaka could feel his mouth watering; the warm wet sex
of the girl was wrapped around his fingers like a
glove, and he savored that feeling. As Tanaka expertly
kneaded and rubbed Miyuki’s magic button, while
simultaneously immersing his fingers deep into her most
private part, he was aware that she was deliciously
raising her hips more and more, an involuntary response
to his finger-fucking.
Who would have thought that just a few weeks ago, this
girl was a model student, an untouchable teenage
princess who wore short volleyball skirts to his class.
Boasting such a magnificent pair of legs, much to the
lusty looks of male classmates and teachers alike, she
was now being finger-fucked by him, helpless to resist
as he violated her untainted sex between the same pair
of legs. And it was all recorded, moment by moment, for
the benefit of his client. No doubt the client would be
playing the video over and over again, savoring the
violation of this girl, who would otherwise be an
untouchable, forbidden fruit.
The client would be able to zoom up close, into
Miyuki’s face, her legs, her hairy sex, and zoom out to
see this school-girl, dressed in her white blouse,
school tie, her white socks and black shoes, her grey
skirt hiked up around her waist, and her white panties
dangling on one ankle, as an unknown hand explored and
manipulated her tender privates.
“Ohhh… pleasse stop!” Miyuki was thoroughly
humiliated as her vagina grew wetter by the minute,
aroused by the unfamiliar intrusion which was her
teacher’s middle digit. Tanaka could see the
perspiration forming on the girl’s forehead, as he
quickened the pace of his pumping action. He felt the
increasing tension on his digit as he slid it in and
out.
Miyuki’s inner vaginal walls gripped his finger. Her
butt was practically off the floor for she had no room
to retreat from the invading finger but to raise her
hips up. She felt some pain, as Tanaka got more
forceful and deeper with his strokes, but she mostly
felt the unmistakable tension, rising in her abdomen.
“No! Nnooo!” she pleaded as Tanaka’s finger squished in
and out of her slippery hole, in an increasing rhythm.
Tanaka noted that he no longer had to hold her wrists
behind her back as tightly – she was supporting herself
with her palms on the floor behind her, her legs
splayed open in the front as he fucked her with his
fingers in full view of the camera. Miyuki was panting
hard, and at times holding her breath as Tanaka varied
the angle of his pumping, and slipped in an extra
finger. “Ohh… uh… oh!!” Miyuki gasped, in rhythm to
his rapid pumping.
All of a sudden, she let out a big sigh and took in a
sharp breath – her butt muscles and vaginal muscles
clenched in a final bid to hold the imminent in. But
the dam broke. Her hips almost thrashed from side to
side as waves of sweet orgasm hit her full force. It
was much stronger than her first orgasm from the shower
head in the bath. “Uuuuhhhhhhh!!” Miyuki Reiko came
repeatedly as Tanaka relentlessly kept pumping – he
could feel her vaginal walls contracting with each
climax that she reached.
He finally withdrew his hand. Miyuki was completely
drained but she made out from her hazy vision that
Tanaka’s hand was covered slickly with her juices. A
silvery strand extended from her pussy to his fingers
as he drew the sticky juices out for the benefit of the
camera, muttering to himself, “Impressive.”
The young girl’s short black hair fell across her hung
head. She was recovering from the throes of an ecstasy
she had not felt before.
“Time for take two.” Tanaka stated matter-of-factly.
Mr. Tanaka, the PE teacher, stood up and checked his
video camera to make sure it was still rolling. He
walked back to Miyuki Reiko, who was still sprawled on
the ground.
According to the terms of his contract, he had to
deliver a ‘facial’ as well. And he couldn’t wait to do
it, for the responsive body of the young teenager had
made Tanaka’s manhood really hard. Too bad the client
did not want an oral shot. He wished so much to unload
his sperm into the sexy girl’s mouth.
“No… please” Miyuki stared at her teacher in horror
as he unzipped his pants. She tried to move back, but
he grabbed her by the shoulders, and started
unbuttoning her school blouse. She hardly resisted, as
he slipped the garment off her shoulders, revealing a
simple full-cup bra.
Although Miyuki could not be said to have large
breasts, yet her cleavage, showing a porcelain skin
which was even lighter than her already fair body made
Tanaka’s erection grow; being already three-quarters
erect in the last five minutes from making the girl
come, his full erection now caused him pain, restrained
by his underwear.
As usual, he placed his professional obligations first,
and made sure that he was standing at an angle such
that the camera would catch the upper body of the girl,
including her face in clear view, and only his lower
body. With that in place, he pulled his underwear down,
and his cock sprang into full erection, pointing
directly at Miyuki’s face, only a few inches away from
her doe-like eyes – wide open with fear, and her
luscious, pink lips.
Miyuki had never seen the male penis at such close
range before. It was bulbous ,thick and veined, and it
throbbed visibly, and she was both awed, and disgusted.
She suddenly realised that Tanaka had just unhooked her
bra from behind, and with a swift motion, exposed her
supple breasts. She let out a little girl squeal, and
tried to cover her perky assets, but Tanaka forcibly
pulled her arms away. She felt her face flush, as she
realised that she was completely vulnerable, and it was
as if she was exhibiting herself for the whole world to
see.
Tanaka held her wrists over her head with one hand, as
Miyuki tried to turn her face away from the
camera. He
fondled the underside of one breast with one hand,
feeling the weight on his hand, and then proceeded to
knead both her breasts purposefully, humiliating the
powerless girl thoroughly.
Tanaka began to pump his penis with his hand, still
holding onto the wrists of the girl. He looked down at
the helpless teenager, who was trying to avert her face
from his erection, but he promptly kept her face in the
position he wanted by holding her forehead down with
one hand, so that she was looking directly at his pubic
area.
It was an extremely erotic shot from Tanaka’s point of
view. As he masturbated his cock furiously, Miyuki’s
fair face, framed by her short crop of hair was just
under his massive erection. Looking further down, the
girl was baring her naked breasts for him, and her
crumpled panties still hung around the ankle of her
exposed legs.
Tanaka knew that his client would be pleased with this
take. The facial, was in fact a favorite, almost a
customary last shot in adult videos in Japan. To the
viewer, who only saw the disembodied male parts of the
actor, and the close-ups of the actress’s naked body
and face, it was like the viewer was there in person,
jacking off over the lovely actress.
Before long, Tanaka felt the building up of tension.
Miyuki seemed to sense it as well, but she could not
escape her fate. She could only close her eyes. Like a
volcano erupting, he came. Gobs of semen spewed forth
from his cock, right onto the cheek, lips, forehead and
hair of his female student. He moaned, as he pumped his
cock dry, depositing the white cum all over Miyuki
Reiko’s face.
The faithful video camera caught it all. Within twenty
four hours, it would be played in the privacy of the
client’s bedroom, as the client jacked off to the image
of Miyuki’s face, and to the smell of the panties that
she wore on the day she was violated.
—
The next few days went like a blur to Miyuki. She
attended school, as if nothing had happened. Tanaka was
surprised, for he would have expected her not to come
to school at all, after receiving the shock of her life
a few nights ago, when she became the unwilling star of
the adult video that Tanaka shot.
In the meantime, Tanaka kept a close watch on her
through his means. He watched her from his black van
as she walked home, watching for any signs which
indicate that she was about to break her silence and
betray him to the police, parents, or friends. But he
had always controlled his victims well. Usually a quick
reminder that he had the video of their violation,
sealed their lips, and ensured their compliance with
his wishes.
He watched from a distance, as he saw a tall shapely
girl talk to Miyuki outside the cafeteria. Noriko
Shimabara. She was Tanaka’s greatest fear. Noriko is
Miyuki’s best friend, and Tanaka knew that most of the
time, it would be difficult for a good friend not to
notice the changes in their buddy’s behavior. He stared
at the school tennis team player, who was dressed in a
pristine white blouse and short skirt which showed off
her tanned muscular thighs, and the loose white
legwarmers which reached up to her upper-calves.
Noriko had noticed that her friend Miyuki had become
rather withdrawn these few days. She appeared to day-
dream rather frequently, but would say that everything
was fine when questioned. Hmm.. maybe she needed to
unwind a little from school – the exam period is
approaching in a couple of months, and Miyuki had
always been exemplary in her grades, quite unlike
Noriko herself. Maybe she was taking her studies too
seriously and was getting stressed out?
Noriko tried to cheer her friend up, pulling out from
her bag the latest Hello Kitty accessories she bought.
Miyuki soon broke out into smiles at the cute cartoon
characters adorned on a purse and pencil case. The lone
figure outside the cafeteria walked away.