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My eyes widened at the sight of Mitsuko-hime standing naked in the onsen, steam rising around her breasts, droplets of water glistening on her curves and her brown nipples like diamonds turned into nectar. Her skin was pale, milky, so fair and perfect. Her hair was a black curtain pilling around her shoulders.
Her eyes looked up, meeting mine. I trembled before the daimyo’s daughter. I had seen her from afar, but never up so close. What was she doing in the onsen? Didn’t her father’s castle have it’s own bath house?
“You’re the miko at the shrine,” Mitsuko-hime said, her voice as lovely as a songbird. “Right?”
My heart sped up. “I ... I am, Ojo-sama.” I lowered my eyes, not worthy to look at her.
“Would you mind washing my back?” she asked, so polite for one of such station. She turned, the curve of her rear just peeking over the steamy waters of the onsen. “I have trouble reaching.”
Mouth dry, I nodded my head, fearing to speak. She was so radiant, so beautiful. A hot itch formed in my pussy. She was a woman, a beautiful lily blossoming before me. I slipped out of my yukata, the air warm with summer’s heat and the water’s steam. I stepped into the onsen the rocks smooth beneath my feet as I waded out to her.
I thought a prayer to the kami of the onsen. Thank you for this gift.
500 years later...
A the end of classes, sixteen-year-old Yoshiko Stenet was still in a daze as she walked home with one of her two best friends, Lori Watson. Yoshiko’s narrow eyebrows were furrowed over her round, blue, Caucasian eyes. She was half-Japanese, her skin a pale, dusky olive; her cheekbones narrow, delicate; her hair curtains of black silk falling like a sleek waterfall down her back. Besides her foreign eyes, only her large breasts, swelling her buttoned-down blouse, ruined the petite, Japanese schoolgirl look she cultivated with knee-high socks and uniform-esque skirts.
“What is wrong with you?” Lori asked, her red hair glowing in the bright, Californian sun as they walked home from classes at the Redwood Academy. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Yoshiko almost flinched. I did.
But how could she tell her friend that not only had she seen a ghost in the girls’ bathroom, but said ghost was a futa and had taken Yoshiko’s cherry. The lesbian schoolgirl had twice popped into the bathroom after her ghostly encounter to probe her fingers into her pussy and feel how open she was. No more hymen covered her sex’s entrance.
And she hoped for a second haunting. She yearned for that futa-ghost’s girl-dick to fill her again.
Yoshiko could still picture the ghost clear as day. She was a Japanese girl dressed like a miko, a Shrine Maiden. She had on the white haori, a ceremonial jacket worn over the kimono, and red hakama, a style of Japanese trousers with wide pant legs that almost looked like divided skirts. Shrine Maidens were important in the Shinto religion, ministering to kami and leading rituals in temples. They were often daughters of the priest.
And this one was a futanari.
“Yooooshiiiikoooo,” Lori said, drawing out every syllable of Yoshiko’s name. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m fine,” Yoshiko answered, trying to forget that huge dick thrusting from the miko’s crotch and how wonderful it felt when the futa-ghost had fucked her in the bathroom. Yoshiko was well aware of futanari—girls with dicks. As an Anime fan and a lesbian, she always sought out naked pictures of her favorite female characters to masturbate to. Often, she came across the futa variants, finding their dicks strangely attractive even though a normal guy did nothing for Yoshiko.
But you put a penis on a girl, and it’s soooo sexy.
“Is it Kat? Was she bullying you again?”
Yoshiko blinked, forgetting all about Kat, the rich bitch who had caught Yoshiko masturbating in the locker room and spying on the other showering girls, including Lori. Since then, Yoshiko had to give Kat answers to homework in the two classes they shared. She thought Kat was a homophobe, picking on her for being a lesbian, and then she caught Kat bent over Ms. Lindon’s desk, being fucked by the lesbian teacher’s strap-on.
Kat was a lesbian. A dyke like she calls me.
“Something did happen,” Lori said, leaning in. “Dish.”
Yoshiko trembled, a sudden urge rising in her to kiss her friend’s pouty lips, to cup her freckled cheeks and make Lori shudder in delight. But Lori was straight and dating Yoshiko’s other best friend, Chris Sowards. For a guy, he was cool, never treating Yoshiko differently. She couldn’t ruin her two friends’ relationship.
Even if she wanted Lori so badly.
... Mitsuko-hime...
Yoshiko blinked. Was that the ghost? Or am I just remembering her whispering that name. Princess Mitsuko. Did the ghost love her?
“Dish,” Lori said. “I need to know.”
“I saw Kat and Ms. Lindon together.”
“The teacher you have a crush on was with your bully?” Lori gasped, red eyebrows arching, her jaw dropping. “Holy shit. Are you serious?”
“Kat was bent over her desk, and Ms. Lindon was fucking her with a strap-on.”
“Oh, that’s wild,” Lori giggled. “I can’t believe it. Kat’s a homophobic bully who secretly wants to be with girls. And you caught her being a hypocrite. Tell me you recorded them with your phone.”
Yoshiko shook her head. “I don’t want to get Ms. Lindon in trouble.”
“Right, right,” Lori sighed. “Still, nice to get back at that bitch. I can’t believe this. Ooh, I want to kick her ass even more now.” Then she gave Yoshiko a sly look.
“What?” she blinked at her friend.
“No wonder you came back from visiting Ms. Lindon all flushed and dazed. I bet you slipped into the bathroom and had to masturbate after watching your crush in action.”
Yoshiko’s cheeks went crimson That was exactly what happened. And what had attracted the ghost. But why? She couldn’t have been the first girl to masturbate in there. Unless I was? Her fingers itched to double-check that she really wasn’t a virgin any longer, to reach beneath her skirt, push aside her panties, and probe at her pussy.
But she was good. She didn’t do that.
“We have to figure out a way to use this,” Lori said. “Want to come over to my house? My parents are going to be gone. We can have some privacy.”
Yoshiko’s heart sped up. Her voice croaked out, “Privacy?” Is it happening. Is she finally giving in and stripping naked for me.
An image of a Japanese girl, standing naked in a hot spring, danced in Yoshiko’s thoughts for a moment, her breasts glistening with water, steam rising about her. She turned, looking right at Yoshiko, a soft smile on her lips.
Yoshiko’s clit burned so hot. She leaned closer to Lori, her heart thudding, her body on fire. She wanted to kiss Lori. She had to kiss Lori.
“Yes, privacy, I need you to take some pictures of me for Chris.” Lori’s smile grew, and it wasn’t for Yoshiko. Lori was thinking of her boyfriend. “I promised him a new set of nudes since he has to stay late at school for a project. I wanted him to have something to think of me. Especially since he’s all alone with Mariah Young. And I don’t trust that Black bitch not to try something. Not that Chris would, but she’s such a skank.”
“Oh,” Yoshiko said, swallowing, disappointment souring her stomach.
“It’s not a problem, right?” Lori asked. “I’d do it for you if you found that special girl to make you happy.” She beamed at Yoshiko. “I know you’ll find her someday. And she’ll make you as happy as Chris makes me.”
Yoshiko feared she had found that girl. As much as she ached to be taught the arts of lesbian love by Ms. Lindon or one of the other girls she masturbated to, it was Lori who Yoshiko wanted. Her best friend. The girl who knew her best. But Lori was straight. The one time they kissed wasn’t the explosion of love Yoshiko had hoped for.
So she could only be Lori’s friend. Yoshiko loved her friend and wanted some form of a relationship with Lori. Maybe one day I will get over my crush and find someone else, then I won’t fight jealous impulses because of Chris or have urges to kiss Lori out of the blue.
“Of course I’ll take your picture,” Yoshiko said, feigning that she didn’t have feelings for her friend. The idea of seeing Lori naked both excited Yoshiko and saddened her. It’s not me she’s getting naked for.
“Wonderful,” Lori said. “I’m hoping these pictures will be super naughty.”
Yoshiko nodded as they headed down the street. She needed to change the subject, to let her hot body, and throbbing clit, relax. Otherwise she might just jump Lori right here on the street. Her mind searched for a subject, any subject.
“What do you think they’ll do about the tree?” Yoshiko asked. That was a safe topic.
“I don’t know,” Lori said, her face falling. “I hope they don’t have to cut it down. It’s such a beautiful tree. It’s a shame the lightning struck it.”
Growing on the lawn before their school was a large, Japanese Pine Tree, its canopy spread wide, its many trunks growing in all directions, splitting into a maze of thick branches. Its bark had such a unique, red hue to it, and its needles were a light green, not the dark of pine and fir trees found native to California. But during the storm last night, it was stuck by lightning, the main trunk split open and looked so charred, the tree’s bark dulling to gray like it had died.
“The school will look so different without it,” lamented Lori.
Yoshiko agreed.
“Even that exchange student was moved by the sight.” Lori nudged Yoshiko. “It was so weird seeing Miyu bowing before it. Must be a Japanese thing, right?”
“She was showing respect, I guess,” Yoshiko answered. Her mother was Japanese, but all the girl knew of Japanese culture came from watching Anime in English. So she knew lots of Japanese tropes, but how much of it was really accurate?
Maybe I should learn more about my culture. Ghosts are a big deal, and I just encountered a very Japanese one.
“Maybe you should see if Miyu’s gay,” Lori said, a grin on her face. “You two would be so cute together.”
“Because we’re both Japanese?” Yoshiko asked.
“Yes,” clapped Lori. “A little yuri romance. Those are your favorite, right? The yuri Anime”
Yoshiko nodded. Yuri was the Japanese word for lily, and was associated with lesbianism. Any Anime that showed young schoolgirls with even a hint of romance between them was labeled yuri. They were often doomed romance, one or both of the characters eventually growing out of their infatuation in favor of boys, but sometimes they didn’t.
Those were Yoshiko’s absolute favorite.
“Maybe,” Yoshiko said. “She is cute. But I bet she’s straight.”
“Never know until you kiss her,” Lori laughed.
Yoshiko swallowed, nodding. That was very true.
They made the turn off the main street into the residential neighborhoods, heading to Lori’s home. Redwood, California was a wealthy community in the San Jose Foothills around San Fransisco. And though neither Lori’s nor Yoshiko’s were that wealthy, they had nice homes. Not the huge mansion that Kat lived in, but her dad was Silicon Valley rich.
They reached Lori’s house shortly and entered. Yoshiko always felt so weird that people didn’t take their shoes off in the Watson household. Yoshiko had a pair of slippers waiting for her at home. They were right next to the door, occupying one of the slots in the shoe cubby. The first thing she always did when entering her house was taking off her shoes and slipping on her slippers before padding through the house.
Even after all these years, it never felt right and took her a few minutes to feel comfortable wearing shoes indoors.
The two girls chatted as they walked up the stairs to Lori’s bedroom on the second floor. They swept in and closed the door. Lori immediately synced her iPhone with her Bluetooth speakers and found a station on Pandora to listen to. Pop music blared through the room as she lit a stick of incense of the table and then flopped onto her bed while Yoshiko took a seat at the desk.
“So, I figured we could do it on my bed,” Lori said. “I can strip naked while you snap away, and then we can send the entire batch to Chris. Really melt his brain with just how sexy I am.”
“Okay,” Yoshiko said, her pussy growing hot again, her clit throbbing. She wanted to masturbate. Maybe if I have a nice cum, I can be calm through this.
But it would be so awkward. Lori would wonder why she was in the bathroom so long. Yoshiko did not fancy trying to explain why she had to masturbate. It was far too embarrassing. She would just have to grit her teeth and get through it.
Tonight, in her bedroom, her homework complete, she would masturbate to her friend.
“Here’s the phone,” Lori said.
They had the same model of iPhone, though their cases were different color. Lori had opted for the rose gold while Yoshiko’s was pink. She tapped the bottoms and activated the camera, holding the phone out before her.
Lori rolled onto her hands and knees, thrusting her skirt-clad butt into the air, her red hair looking mused as the girl did a pouty kiss for the phone. Flashes of having a cock sucked by those lips shot through Yoshiko’s mind.
Her clit throbbed more.
“Oh, I’m just a bad girl, Chris,” Lori purred, wiggling her hips more.
“I’m not taking a video,” Yoshiko said, tapping the screen. It made camera sounds like it was an old fashioned camera using film. “You don’t have to talk.”
“Just getting me in the mood, making myself feel so sexy.” Lori rolled over onto her back, her hands rubbing at her bare thighs, her blouse pulled tight across her breasts as she made another pouty duck face for the camera.
Click.
“Mmm, Chris is going to get so hard seeing these pics,” Lori purred, sliding her hands down her thighs, pushing her skirt higher and higher. Yoshiko snapped pics, trembling, her clit aching so badly. Lori’s panties were revealed, pink and molding tight to her pussy.
“Uh-huh,” Yoshiko swallowed, snapping upskirt pics, focusing on the panties. I can see her pussy lips through them.
Yoshiko hoped she might send off an email of them to herself if she could get away with it. I should have used my phone.
Lori ran a finger up and down the slit of her pussy, pressing in the fabric. “I’m getting so wet for you, Chris. Can you see? Are my juices bleeding through, Yoshiko?”
A faint, dark spot appeared. “Yes,” Yoshiko moaned, tapping the camera icon again, her nipples aching, her breasts rising. “He’ll see.”
“Good,” moaned Lori. Her fingers moved up to her blouse. She peeled it off in one go, her round breasts contained in a matching, pink bra.
“Is that the one you bought at the mall last week?” I asked.
“Uh-huh. Front clasping.” Lori played with the small bow between both bra cups, twisting it. “I bet you want to see my tits so badly, Chris?”
“Yeah,” Yoshiko moaned, taking more pictures. Her panties were so hot, so tight. Her clit throbbed, ached. She wanted to touch it so badly.
The clasp popped open The bra loosened, Lori’s tits jiggling but were still covered. She gripped the cups, lifting them slightly, teasing. Yoshiko kept tapping the screen, her eyes flicking from the image on the LCD screen to the real deal before her.
Lori bared her tits. They were round and perky, her nipples a soft pink, thrusting hard and erect. She arched her back, letting her breasts jiggle, her red hair fanned across her pillows. She smiled for the camera as Yoshiko tapped the screen again.
Click!
Those lovely breasts were immortalized and saved to the cloud. Yoshiko’s panties were so tight. She squirmed, fighting the itch. She had to reach down and adjust herself. Her panties dug against her clit for some reason.
But she couldn’t look away, not when Lori was cupping her breasts so invitingly. “I know you love these tits, Chris. Mmm, I love it when you suck on my nipples.”
Yoshiko licked her lips. She wished she was sucking on them right now. The urge to lean over and engulf them shot through her. It was so powerful. And why did her panties have to be so damned tight? Her clit ached, confined. Her nub needed to be released.
Lori rolled and pinched her nipples, her lips glistening, her blue eyes alluring. Then she flipped over onto her hands and knees, wiggling her panty-clad ass at the camera. The pink gusset pressed tight to her pussy, molding to her vulva and slit, the dark spot grown larger. The gusset was narrow, disappearing between her butt-cheeks, leaving the bottoms of her round globes exposed before the cloth swept out towards the waistband.
“I bet you want to see my pussy now, Chris,” groaned Lori.
“Yes,” breathed Yoshiko, her clit in agony. She had to adjust her panties, but she couldn’t look away as Lori reached behind her and hooked the waistband of her pink panties.
Oh, this is happening.
Yoshiko trembled as Lori slowly rolled off her panties, the material sliding out from between her butt-cheeks, exposing her pale globes, so round, so firm, so bubbly. Then the gusset pulled away from Lori’s pussy lips.
A tight, shaved slit, dripping with juices, faced Yoshiko. What she had lusted for the last several years was right there, only feet away. She took more pictures, snapping so many of them, immortalizing this moment. Lori’s panties bunched around mid-thigh, her face smiling over her shoulders, her cunt dripping with excitement.
Yoshiko’s clit throbbed, almost ripping out of her panties.
“Ooh, I think that’s enough,” Lori said, turning around and snagging the phone out of Yoshiko’s trembling hands.
“Uh-huh,” Yoshiko nodded as Lori swiped at her phone, staring at the pictures.
“Oh, my god, I am so hot,” Lori moaned. “Oh, this must have been torture for you. I’m sorry. But I was just having so much fun.”
“Yeah,” Yoshiko said, looking down at her skirt.
There was a bulge.
At her crotch.
She had a bulge at her crotch.
Her hands trembling, Yoshiko pulled up her skirt so slowly, her head shaking back and forth. Her clit throbbed so hard. It was trapped in her panties, pressed against her groin like it was ... long. Like it was a...
“No,” Yoshiko groaned.
“Oh, yes, Chris will love these,” squealed Lori. “This one. And this one. Ooh, I have to send him this one. Oh, and me cupping my tits. Oh, yes, he’ll jizz his pants.”
Yoshiko’s skirt rose above her panties. They were white, schoolgirl panties, something so innocent and fresh. But not with the tip of a throbbing dick struggling to burst out the waistband, a huge shaft tenting the material, sprouting from her pussy.
The ghost made me into a futanari.
Yoshiko poked at the tip just peeking out of the panties’ waistband, precum bubbling from the slit. She shivered, her pussy clenching as the sensation ran right down her dick. She shook her head in disbelief. The room spun around her as she struggled to breathe.
“I ... I...” she stammered, free hand reaching for something to grab to steady her, her other hand gripping her skirt hard.
“Aaaaand sent.” Lori chortled. “Oh, he’s going to—” Lori let out a startled gasp.
Yoshiko looked at her friend. And then everything rushed to her mind at once and darkness crashed on her.
Lori gasped as her friend collapsed on the floor, skirt bunched around her waist. Lori sat up, suddenly feeling so self-conscious of her nudity, guilt twisting her stomach. She had known of Yoshiko’s crush, Lori often making jokes about Yoshiko checking out her body, like the one she made during PE earlier today. And then I make the poor thing have to watch me act all sexy for my boyfriend.
Lori didn’t think. She did that a lot. She knew she should and tried to hard to remember to think before acting, but then an idea would burst into being in her brain, overriding any common sense she possessed, and she just had to do it, often dragging poor Yoshiko along for the ride.
“Are you okay?” Lori asked, moving on her bed, her panties bunched around her thighs slowing her down. Her phone chirped, Chris answering her email containing her nude selfies. But Lori had to attend to her friend and...
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