Author: Enumerations
Title: Japanese Girl
Universe: Random Inspiration
Summary: Story written on a popular random message board, 
based on suggestions from people posting in a short-lived 
thread, and improvised in a post-by-post writing by me.
This story was written under the suggestions of an 
improvised, 1 paragraph per post story involving a japanese
female best friend getting fucked.
Keywords: mf, 1st, cons, teen, rom, reluc, rape, asian,
interr

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Disclaimer:

All people, places, actions, reactions, and things 
are purely fictional. This author does not condone 
anything done in this or any of his other stories. 
They are purely for entertainment and fantasy purposes.
These stories may be highly sexual and highly offensive,
chances are you may find something that will offend you,
if this concerns you, then turn back now. 

Comments and Questions can be directed to the author's 
e-mail at enumerations@live.com
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Japanese Girl
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Okay, guys, I know a lot of you post threads here about how 
women are bitches, how they're all whores, and all that stuff, 
you know? But I don't really feel that they're all that way. In 
fact, I think we're the reason they end up that way... 
I'll give you an example..


When I was a kid, there was this girl I always used to play around 
with, you know, we were like best friends and stuff. Like any 
suburban kids, we kinda just hung around the neighborhood, racing 
bikes or playing tag. In the summer, we'd grab bathing suits and run 
through sprinklers. I met her when I was about five or six, her 
parents had recently moved to our neighborhood from Detroit, but 
they were originally born in Osaka. She was born in America.


Anyway, me and this girl would hang out every day, we were nearly 
inseparable, and we went through everything together. On Saturdays 
we'd play together all day, and on Sundays our families would go to 
church together. This continued on until about middle school, when 
she began to hang out with more girls, and I began to hang out with 
more boys and, more importantly, date girls. I never really noticed 
it, but she began to really grow up over the years. It took a rather 
traumatic event for me to realize it though, and sometimes I wonder 
if I'm going to hell for what I did that day.


We were both about seventeen when her father died. He suffered a 
brain aneurysm, and it just couldn't be helped. The viewing was being 
held at our church, and the preacher was going to give a sermon. Of 
course my family showed up to offer our condolences. When I saw her 
in that little black dress, I really couldn't believe it was the same 
girl. No longer was she dressed up like a tomboy, but her lithe, firm 
little figure was garbed in a black dress that clung to her perfectly. 
Her soft, white skin drew my attention to her b-cup breasts, just the 
slightest bit of cleavage visible at the neckline of her dress. Her 
dark brown, almond-shaped eyes instantly made me both hard, and feel 
like my heart was going to collapse. They were filled with absolute 
sadness, and all I wanted to do was comfort her in any way I could. 


The preacher started his sermon before I could make it over to her, 
however, and we moved to take our seat, listening to him speaking about 
heaven, and how her father would be looking down on them all. Lots of 
people were crying, but I just couldn't get my mind off what a beautiful 
woman my friend had become. More than that, I couldn't get my mind off 
the thought of how beautiful she would look down on her knees, with 
those soft lips wrapped around my cock.


After the sermon, most of the people began to shuffle outside, 
gathering in small groups and talking about whatever. She was still 
sitting on the pew, all alone, and looked like a fragile little dove. 
I went over and sat next to her, wrapping my arm around her. 
She seemed shocked at first, not thinking anyone else was in the church, 
I guess, and then dug her head into my shoulder, sobbing loudly, while 
I held her and stroked her back gently. Now this is the bad part. 
All the while that she's crying on my shoulder, I feel her breasts 
against my chest, and I've got a raging hardon. I'm sure she felt it, 
but she was a good christian girl, she was waiting for marriage, and 
chances are, she simply ignored it. After all, her dad had just died, 
and I was her best friend. This went on for about four minutes, before 
she quietly began to speak to me.


"I don't know what to do without him.."
"I know.. don't worry, you and your mother will be okay, I'm sure of it.. 
He's watching down on you."
"Everyone keeps coming up to me and telling me they're so sorry. 
I'm so tired of people saying they're sorry. I just wish there was 
someplace I could go to get everyone to leave me alone."
I sat there, looking around, feeling like shit, but really turned on at 
the same time. I'm not sure why, but her tears really got me going. 
It was then that I noticed the priest's confessional. 


She nodded to me, and I walked over to it with her, my arm around 
her still, trying to offer her some comfort. We entered the dark 
confessional, and closed the door, sitting together in the dim light 
creeping in through one of the small, lattice-work windows. She just 
clung to me, desperately, needing someone, anyone, to comfort her, 
and I let her, the truth be told, because I enjoyed her touch so much.
We didn't speak, just sat there together. My cock was throbbing now, 
and it was getting pretty unbearable. I shifted a bit, frowning at 
the awkward position we were sitting. "Maybe.. it would be easier if 
you sat on my lap?" She nodded lightly, hesitating a moment, before 
settling her ass down on my lap.. and her pussy directly on my very 
hard cock. I saw her eyes widen slightly, but she didn't stay anything, 
and simply hugged me, laying her head on my shoulder. I slowly 
rubbed her back, and she shifted slightly on my lap, causing my 
cock to grind against her pussy a bit.


My hands gradually began to move lower on her back, until they were 
cupping her ass, squeezing it firmly, and pulling her pussy hard 
against my cock. She gasped loudly, slapping my hands, and looking 
at me with an unhappy expression, and I immediately apologized, 
as her head was placed back on my shoulder and I resumed 
rubbing her back. I kept this up for another few minutes, before my 
hormones got the better of me again. My hands slid their way down to 
her hips this time, gently caressing them, and thankfully, she didn't 
seem to mind. My cock throbbed against her pussy through her clothing, 
and my mind was getting pretty cloudy. Already, I was only thinking of 
one thing, and my hands were happy to oblige, forcing her hips to move, 
to grind her pussy against against my cock. She dug her face into my 
shoulder more, and start crying even louder, but I didn't care at this 
point, her crying was only turning me on more.


Soon the gentle grinding I had forced her into, turned into damn near 
pure dryhumping, I was literally trying to fuck her with her clothes on. 
With a light gasp, I felt my cock twitch, and warm cum flooded my boxers.
She lifted her head from my shoulder, and fixed me with a sad gaze. 
I leaned forward, kissing her deeply, my tongue slipping into her 
mouth and pinning her's down, playing with it, as I gazed into those 
sorrowful, dark brown, almond-shaped eyes, amazed at the beauty 
she had grown into, and how much more beautiful she was when she was sad.
I slide my hands down under her dress, grasping her panties. Her hands 
shot to mine, pulling desperately at them, digging her nails into my 
flesh. I didn't care anymore. I wasn't in control of myself. I yanked 
her panties down, pulling them past her feet and tossing them into the 
side of the confessional. My fly came down next and I tugged the top 
of my boxers down, my cock springing free.


She stood up and turned to escape out the entrance of the confessional, 
but I grabbed her by her long, black hair, pulling her ass back against 
my hard cock, then shoving her so that she was bending over, her hands 
shooting out to stop her fall, palms flat on the bench we had just been 
sitting on. She was in the perfect position, bent over, and my hand 
covered her mouth to cut off her scream, as I positioned my cock at 
the entrance of her pussy, the head applying gentle pressure to her 
virgin hole, before ever-so-slowly sliding into her. She tried to beat 
me with her hands, but I simply grabbed her wrists in one hand and 
pinned them painfully behind her back as my cock slowly, yet surely, 
invaded her virgin pussy, stopping when I felt the opposition of 
her hymen.


I'd like to say I felt remorse, or that I stopped right there and 
pulled up my pants, but I didn't. She was my best friend, I had
known her almost all my life, and she trusted me. For that mistake, 
I raped her, and I took her virginity. I forever made her a whore.
With one thrust, my cock RIPPED through her hymen, I felt her SCREAM 
into my palm, and pressed it more firmly against her mouth, as my 
cock plunged DEEP into her once-virgin pussy. I myself failed to 
hold back the soft, gasping-groan as I filled her pussy with my cock.
For a few moments, I held still, not to reduce any pain she might be 
feeling, because I sure as fuck wasn't thinking about HER right now. 
No, I held still because this little asian girl twitching and squirming 
under me was SO FUCKING TIGHT, that I swore, if I moved even an inch, 
I'd cum right away.


So I held still. Her squirming finally stopped. I could feel her 
warm tears rolling down her face and over the back of my hand. I 
could hear the whimpers she let out. Some sick, demented part of 
me loved it. It was intoxicating. Perfection. I began to thrust slowly, 
adjusting to the feeling of her pussy squeezing and clenching on my 
cock, slowly getting used to the feeling of those inner muscles 
stroking me, until I felt comfortable enough to begin pounding 
her faster, fucking her harder. I slammed her pussy with animalistic 
violence and need, and every so often, I even accidentally thrust 
so hard into her, that the top of her head slammed against the wall 
of the confessional.




After what felt like hours of fucking her, but was probably only 
a few minutes, I let out another moan, dumping my cum deeply inside 
of her pussy. I caught my breathe, pulled my cock out of her and 
grabbed her panties, using them to wipe up the cum that dripped 
out of her pussy, until I was sure that no more would be flowing 
out. The whole time she looked at me with a look of utter betrayal, 
sobbing her eyes out. I said nothing and left her in the confessional.
My family did not attend the burial of her father. We went home.
She never said anything about me raping her, but about two months 
later I got a phone call. She was pregnant. We're married now, 
and expecting our fifth child. I have trouble keeping up with 
her these days, it seems like her appetite for sex only increases 
with each passing year. Sometimes I sit and wonder how a girl 
who was so pure and innocent, could become such a nymphomaniac, 
just from one simple fuck.







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