Haunted by the Futa Ghost
Chapter One: Virgin Taken by the Futa Ghost
By mypenname3000
Copyright 2016

I ran through the dark forest, branches reaching for my long hair, my heart hammering in my chest. This place was cursed. Yokai and Onryō stalked between the tangle of trees and maze of roots bursting out of the broken, folded ground.

“Mitsuko-hime,” I called, my words swallowed by the dark trees. “Please, Mitsuko-hime, don’t do this. I’m sorry.”

Everything had gone so wrong today. It was supposed to be magical. I had done it. I had contacted the great kami Hangetsu, and I had been transformed beyond a mere woman. A cock. I had done it. I had achieved what we needed to be together. My princess and I could be together.

Branches tore at my red hakama and white haori. I gasped, one of my red ribbons ripped out of my black hair. My heart thudded more and more as I pressed through the woods, following my heart, letting it lead me through this place of death, Jigoku bleeding into the real world.

She was close. My princess.

I burst past the large rock and stopped. I gazed at the mighty pine tree rising before me. My eyes widened in grief at what hung from its limb. I clutched my hands to my breasts, pressing my haori and kimono tight against my bosom as I fell to my knees.

“No,” I cried out in grief and regret. “No, Ōjo-sama!” Tears fell from my eyes as shame overwhelmed me. I had failed her.

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500 years later…

Yoshiko Stenet walked down the street towards her school, the Redwood Academy, the warm, California sun shining down on her glossy-black hair. She had her mother’s hair, the fine, blue-black silk of the Japanese, spilling about her shoulders and framing her face. It was round, the skin a light-olive, her cheekbones delicate. But it was her eyes that were most unusual. Caucasian eyes, gifts from her father’s family along with her buxom chest. Her eyes were round and blue, giving her face an even more exotic cast.

Earbuds in, she nodded her head to the beat of K-Pop playing from her phone, streaming off a Pandora station as she walked down the street. She loved Korean pop music even if she couldn’t understand the words. It was so upbeat and cheery most of the times, giving her a light step. Girls Generation played, a chorus of eleven or more members of the idol group singing.

Her shoes smacked on the sidewalk as she shuffled along to the beat of the song. Listening to the music made going to school slightly bearable. She really, really didn’t want to go to school today, and she was trying not to think of the reason, losing herself to her music.

The half-Japanese schoolgirl, just turned nineteen before the start of term a month ago, let her head bob and her feet almost skip, her black skirt swirling about creamy-olive thighs, and long, loose socks pulled up to her knees like many of her favorite Korean pop idols would wear. Lost to her music, she didn’t hear the girl crying out her name from behind.

Yoshiko jumped when her best friend burst from behind her and darted in front of Yoshiko, forcing her to stop and yank out her earbuds, her heart thudding. “Lori,” groaned Yoshiko. “Don’t do that.”

“I called your name, Yoshiko,” Lori answered, a big smile on her lips, her red curls dancing about her head as she walked backwards. Lori was a head taller than Yoshiko, who was used to being one of the shortest girls wherever she went. “And you didn’t hear me.”

“Sorry,” Yoshiko answered, wrapping up her earbuds. She resisted the urge to give her friend a bow like her mother always did when greeting someone.

“Were you just going to keep walking without me?” Lori asked. “Good thing I was paying attention, or you would have reached school while I was still waiting.”

Yoshiko blushed as her friend fell in beside her. “Sorry. I was just caught up in the song. Lost track of how far I had walked.”

Lori narrowed her eyes. They were such pretty eyes. Yoshiko’s heart thudded faster. Her friend was hot, wearing a low-hipped jean skirt, hints of pink panties peeking out as Lori’s green halter top’s hem rose up an inch, flashing bare waist.

Yoshiko had a crush on her friend for awhile, not that she would ever act on it. Lori, unfortunately, was straight. And Yoshiko didn’t want to ruin their friendship by trying to pressure Lori into experimentation. The one time they had kissed had been a disaster.

“Did you get that paper done for Epinosa’s class?” Lori asked, stretching her arms over head, which lifted the hem of her halter top, exposing two more inches of enticing belly and the hint of her bellybutton.

“Yes,” Yoshiko said. “Spent all day yesterday working on it. My fingers felt like they would fall off from all that typing. Such a boring subject.” The paper was on the effect that poverty had over the course of multiple generations and the outcome of their success. “Why did we take this class?”

“We needed a social studies credit,” Lori said.

“But you could have taken an easier class than Epinosa’s,” a male voice said from behind them.

Yoshiko let out a frightened squeak, jumping into the air before whirling around and glaring at her other best friend, Chris. He had a huge grin on his face. He was tall, his blond hair a ruffled mess like any good Californian surfer, his face tanned from the outdoors. Yoshiko had to crane her neck to look at him. His height gave him an advantage playing basketball, but it sucked for Yoshiko to look him in the eye.

“How long were you behind us?” Yoshiko demanded.

“Since Lori jumped in front of you,” Chris said as he stepped up, putting his arm around Lori’s shoulder. She looked short against him, which made Yoshiko feel like a midget.

“And you didn’t say anything?” Yoshiko demanded. “No hi or good morning.”

“I did. You didn’t hear me.”

Lori nodded her head, grinning.

They made a cute couple. Yoshiko realized that if Lori had to be straight, then she should date a decent guy, and Chris was that guy. He was friendly and funny. He didn’t treat Yoshiko differently for being gay. When she came out at eleven, Chris just shrugged and asked if she wanted to play a game of pickup basketball like always. It wasn’t a big deal to him. She was Yoshiko, his friend. It didn’t matter if she was gay, straight, bi, asexual, pansexual, or one of the other types.

He was a decent guy.

So Yoshiko was thrilled, and jealous, when he and Lori finally hooked up over the summer. The pair finally had gotten past that stage of flirting friends both edging at the line, wanting to cross it, but afraid what it would do to their relationship if things went disastrously wrong.

But they hadn’t messed it up so far.

The trio talked as they walked the last few blocks to the Redwood Academy, the small, private high school they attended. They passed through the old gate, a wrought iron sign with Redwood Academy arching over their heads as they entered the ground, their school’s buildings, all old, red-brick buildings, lay scattered around the picturesque lawns. Yoshiko took a quick breath, her eyes darting around, looking for—

“What happened to the tree?” she gasped, pointing at the large Japanese Pine Tree that grew on the lawn before the school. Unlike pine trees in the states, the Japanese Pine Tree had a wide canopy, branches reaching out like a man with a thousand arms stretching them in every direction at once. The needles were a bright, pale green and the bark quite reddish.

Instead, a huge chunk of its branches lay on the ground, one of the main trunks split in half and looked burned.

“Looks like a lightning strike,” Chris said. “From the storm last night.”

“Oh, that’s terrible,” Yoshiko said as they walked down the path towards the school’s entrance. “I loved that tree.”

“Yeah,” Lori nodded. “Remember last year when we tried to climb it and almost were caught by the security guard? Someone was supposed to be on look out.”

“I was,” Chris said. “Only I was on lookout in the wrong direction. Besides, you didn’t get caught.”

Yoshiko nodded her head, staring in a daze at the tree. The needles looked paler, almost gray, like the lightning had killed the tree. And the bark didn’t have that warm luster, but had dulled to a rust-red.

“Miyu’s quite interested in it,” Chris said, pointing out the Japanese girl standing before the tree. She was an exchange student and was in both Yoshiko’s math and English classes.

“She’s only been here a few weeks,” Lori said. “Maybe it reminded her of home.”

Miyu did appear homesick. She still wore her school uniform from Japan: a pleated, gray skirt; a white, buttoned down shirt with a gray vest over it; and a red tie hanging down the front. Her socks were like Yoshiko’s, loose and baggy, clinging tight just below her knees.

Miyu bowed to the tree and a flush of heat washed through Yoshiko as the gray skirt rode up Miyu’s thighs. For a tantalizing moment, Yoshiko hoped the skirt would slide up enough to show off her panties.

But that only happened in Anime.

“Weird,” Lori said again. “You’re half-Japanese. Why is she bowing?”

“Respect, I guess,” shrugged Yoshiko. “I grew up in the States. I’m as much Japanese as you are.”

“But doesn’t your mom tell you stuff about this?”

“Not really.”

The trio moved on and entered the school’s main building, passing into the grandiose halls. The Redwood Academy was built at the turn of the last century. The ceiling was high over head, the entrance wide, the floor marble. Statues of Greek gods, Apollo and Aphrodite, faced each other, Aphrodite’s right breast bare, the suggestion of a nipple dimpling the stone. It was art, so the various protests over the years had kept it from being removed.

Yoshiko hardly gave it a glance as she walked in, her eyes scanning. No sign of her. “Well, I’ll see you for PE, Lori.”

“You’re not going to run faster than me today,” Lori called as she and Chris went right.

“Later, Yoshiko,” Chris said, flashing her the peace sign.

Yoshiko took a deep breath and ventured down the hall, shifting her backpack on her shoulders. She had only gotten twenty feet when Kat Rollins, leaning in a drinking fountain alcove, sauntered out to Yoshiko. The taller girl had a sneering smile on her lips.

“There’s the dyke,” she said as she sidled up to Yoshiko. “Got it?”

“Yes,” Yoshiko said, her insides squirming. She unslung her backpack. “B work, just like you requested.”

“Good, good,” Kat said, light glinting off the spike collar she wore about her neck. Kat dressed in a punk style, her tights artfully slashed, the hem of her skirt frayed, her top transparent, revealing a hot-red bra beneath.

Yoshiko unslung her backpack and fished around in it. She pulled out the answers to the physics homework and handed them over, trying not to glare at Kat. Why did you even choose the class if you’re not going to do the work?

Kat grabbed them and grinned, flipping through the notepaper. “Good, good. And I have a feeling you’ll be doing my history homework tonight. Mr. Page is going to assign us something annoying. I can feel it.”

“I thought it was just this once,” I protested.

She rounded on me, pushing me against the wall, looming. “Listen, little dyke. I own you. Unless you want the pictures on my camera spread across social media. And the video. You can hear the other girls showering on it.”

Yoshiko’s cheeks burned hotter.

“It’s so obvious that you’re in the locker room masturbating while your classmates were washing up after exercising. Got excited by their bodies, huh?”

“Please, don’t do that,” Yoshiko squirmed, mortification writhing through her stomach.

“So I own your dyke ass. You do my Physics and Ancient History homework, and no one will know that you like to play with your clam during PE.”

“It was just that once,” Yoshiko said, lowering her eyes.

“Right,” Kat sneered before pulling away.

Yoshiko squirmed. She shouldn’t feel ashamed for being a lesbian. Not in this day and age, but being caught masturbating in the locker room was too much. The other girls would start to look at her weird, wondering why she had to masturbate. Wonder if she was lusting after their bodies. All wet and soapy and beautiful, a sheen of water over their silky skin.

Heat burned between Yoshiko’s thighs, that naughty itch which had gotten her in trouble. She didn’t even know how Kat had caught her. She didn’t share PE with Kat. Why was she even in there to begin with?

“I just showed up early for PE,” was Kat’s excuse. Maybe it was true. But Yoshiko found it so horrible that she had been caught. How could I have been so stupid?

Yoshiko headed to her first class, math, and struggled to focus as they covered calculus. The math was challenging, and normally she excelled at it, living up to her Asian stereotype. Of course, her Asian mother was dumb as a brick when it came to math while her father was the smart one.

Next she had Physics. With Kat. The bully had a huge smirk as she turned in her homework to Professor Moore, an African American man who looked nerdier than most of the school’s chest club. Kat sat by Yoshiko, playing with her phone, using her text book to hide it, not even paying attention.

Why should she? I have to share my homework with her now.

Lori failed to run faster than Yoshiko in PE, her next class. The pent up frustration from Kat’s bullying kept Yoshiko running fast, unwilling to slow down and let her friend keep up with her as she raced around the track, running her mile.

“Damn, what devil is chasing you?” Lori asked when she finished a half-minuted after Yoshiko, the redhead clutching her side.

“Nothing,” Yoshiko said with a dismissive wave.

“Nothing?” Lori arched an eyebrow, planted her hands on her hips, and, despite looking like she was about to run out of air, she said, “Don’t say that to me. It’s not nothing. Come on, spit it out. Your parents fighting again?”

“No,” Yoshiko shrugged, her cheeks burning. She couldn’t admit it to Lori that she was masturbating in the bathroom. Thinking about Lori herself. Just seeing her friend strip naked, bending over before her, had set off Yoshiko’s lusts. That ass was too gorgeous. Yoshiko just wanted to love it and…

No, she’s with Chris. She’s not gay. We’re best friends. Don’t ruin it by doing something stupid. Something we’ll both regret.

“Then what is it?”

“Nothing.”

Lori’s eyes narrowed. “Is it Kat? Is she messing with you again? I’ll go kick her ass.”

“Don’t do that,” Yoshiko groaned. “That’ll just get you in trouble.”

“So it is Kat.” Lori spat. “Just because they named the school’s library after her dad last year doesn’t mean that rich bitch can strut the school like she owns the place.”

“I think it does,” groaned Yoshiko. “Her dad donates a ton of money. And she knows it. Look at how she dresses. That’s not appropriate at all for school, but none of the teachers care. She’s just copying my homework, okay? Nothing else.”

“Why are you letting her?”

Yoshiko shrugged. “Easier than putting up with her bullshit.”

“Oh, Yoshiko, don’t be like that. Don’t let that cunt—”

“Lori,” gasped Yoshiko, her cheeks reddening.

“Well, she is a cunt. A cunty cunt cunt cunt,” Lori said and Yoshiko found herself giggling at the obscene word. “So don’t let that cunty cunt boss you around.”

“It’s fine.” She put her arm around Lori, loving the scent of her friend’s shampoo and the smell of salty sweat. Naughty ideas surged through Yoshiko as she tried not to look at her friend’s gray tank top molding to a round pair of boobs.

“Just say the word,” Lori said, leaning in closer, “and I’ll kick her ass. Let them expel me.”

“No,” Yoshiko said firmly. “Then I would have PE all by myself.”

Lori grinned. “You just like looking at my ass in these gym shorts.”

Yoshiko blushed and said, her voice tight, “Maybe.”

Lori laughed louder. “That’s why you have to let me win. So you can stare at my ass as I run before you. I don’t mind if you look. That’s what friends are for.”

Yoshiko joined her friend in laughter. It was hard to stay glum around Lori.

After their laughter died down, they had to run the mile again. There didn’t seem to be much of a point in doing it, but it was exercise, and after two hours of sitting in class leaning, PE was a welcome change of pace.

Yoshiko let Lori win. She did have a great ass.

They showered in the locker room afterward, and Yoshiko did her best not to ogle her friend or Annis Shaw or Polina Pajari, the two other girls that had great asses. Especially Polina. The Russian beauty had an ass that was made to be grabbed, and Yoshiko thought about it a lot.

Maybe she’s gay or bi, Yoshiko wondered as she washed her body, staying away from her pussy. All she needed was to masturbate in the showers this time.

Kat came in early, lounging by the lockers, a smirk on her lips as she watched Yoshiko. The half-Japanese girl shivered. Those eyes were so possessive. It was like the homophobic girl thought that she owned Yoshiko now because of those pictures.

Lori shouldered into Kat. “Whoops, didn’t see you,” Lori said as she strolled past. “I don’t see bitches that well.”

Kat just grinned at Yoshiko.

Yoshiko and Lori headed to their social studies class, meeting Chris on the way. It was their last class before they had an hour break before lunch. Then they only had two more classes to go. Yoshiko liked that schedule. It made the afternoon more bearable knowing there were only two more classes left after lunch.

She ate quickly. Lori arched an eyebrow. “You’re an eager beaver.”

“I want to talk to Ms. Lindon about my English paper,” Yoshiko said. “I’m a little stuck. She has the hour free, I think.”

“Afraid you’ll get a B?” laughed Chris.

“No, an A-,” giggled Lori, sitting on her boyfriend’s lap. “Just try to chew your food before swallowing.”

“I am,” Yoshiko said.

She finished eating and darted off, excited to talk about her paper. She had a great take on Pride and Prejudice, and she was hoping Ms. Lindon would agree with her about it. English was by far Yoshiko’s favorite class, mainly because Ms. Lindon was such a beautiful woman. Tall, sultry, a brunette with beautiful curls that fell in waves about her face. She was always wearing such short skirts.

With nylons.

Yoshiko loved nylons. Especially stretched over a girl’s ass. She didn’t watch traditional porn, preferring to look at sexy drawing of Anime characters instead, but if she found a picture of a woman in pantyhose, she could masturbate to it for hours, stroking up and down her virgin flesh, bringing herself to gasping orgasms.

Her feet echoed down the empty hallway. She passed classes occupied by other students busy at work, a tingle shuddering through her. Nipples were hard in her bra, her pussy feeling nice and juicy. Fantasies of something wonderful, something intimate, blossoming between her and her teacher danced through her head.

Yoshiko had her suspicions that Ms. Lindon might be gay, too.

She stopped before her teacher’s door, taking a deep breath as she peered through the small, rectangular window set in the door, glass sandwiching chicken wire. She could see Ms. Lindon’s desk. Yoshiko blinked at what was on the desk. Kat Rollins was bent over it, her face twisted in pleasure.

“What?” Yoshiko gasped, watching her bully shudder on the desk, head thrown back in obvious pleasure. She could just hear the girl’s faint moans through the door.

Her stomach twisting and pussy burning, Yoshiko leaned to her right. She had to see what boy was with Kat. It angered her that Kat and some guy would have broken into Ms. Lindon’s classroom so they could fuck.

“She is such a bitch,” Yoshiko murmured. “I should…”

Her words trailed off. Ms. Lindon fucked Kat. With a strap-on.

Heat flushed through the lesbian schoolgirl as she watched in shocked awe. Ms. Lindon was as beautiful and regal as ever, naked save for her pantyhose which clad her thighs, hips, and the curving swell of her ass—Yoshiko could just see that if she leaned to the right. Ms. Lindon wore the strap-on over it, purple vinyl harness, a dildo of matching rubber reaming into Kat’s cunt. Ms. Lindon’s large breasts bounced up and down as she reamed the homophobic girl, fucking Kat so hard, ramming her dick into the girl’s dripping snatch.

What is going on?

It didn’t make any sense to Yoshiko. For the last year, ever since she met Kat on her first day attending the Redwood Academy, the bitch had bullied her for being an open lesbian, calling her dyke and muff diver, sneering down her nose.

And here she was being fucked. Hard. And she loved it. Her hips rocked back into Ms. Lindon’s thrusts, the cheeks of her ass rippling with each stroke of the teacher’s hips, slamming her dildo into Kat’s cunt.

Heat burned between Yoshiko’s thighs as she watched. The faint itch that plagued her during PE swelled. Her hips squirmed as her juices flooded out into her pussy. She shuddered, blue eyes so wide as she watched in envy.

Her virgin pussy clenched. Why didn’t you choose me, Ms. Lindon?

Yoshiko would love to lose her virginity to Ms. Lindon, to finally go all the way with the beautiful, sophisticated woman, to learn how to a please another girl at the hands of her teacher. She stared at Kat, wishing she was in the bully’s place. Yoshiko’s hips shifted, her clit throbbing.

“Fuck me,” Kat hissed. “Fuck me so hard.”

“You like it, you dyke slut?” demanded Ms. Lindon, her voice so commanding, so authoritative. “Huh? You like it when your Mistress fucks your dyke cunt?”

“So much,” moaned Kat. “I love it. Ream me. Fuck me. Pound me to oblivion, Mistress.”

“Dirty dyke,” moaned Ms. Lindon. “I know all about you perving on the girls in the locker room. Ooh, those naughty videos you record of them showering. How often do you jill off to them at home?”

“All the time,” gasped Kat, throwing back her head.

“And who’s your favorite?” Ms. Lindon leaned over Kat, the teachers large breasts swaying.

“Yoshiko!”

The watching Yoshiko let out a shuddering groan. She shifted her hips, her pussy lips burning, tingling with the excitement. She squirmed, savoring the sensation racing up and down across her pussy lips, like finger stroking her, driving her to wilder and wilder heights of excitement as she watched them fucking.

“Oh, yes, she’s a tasty girl,” moaned Ms. Lindon. “Looking so cute and adorable with those blue eyes and Asian features. I bet you cream your panties every day because of her.”

“Yes,” hissed Kat. “Yes, yes, yes, Mistress. Oh, you should see the video I got of her today. In the shower, soaping those lush tits, her eyes staring at her redheaded bitch of a friend in the next stall.”

“Another girl you masturbate your filthy, dyke cunt to?” demanded Ms. Lindon.

“Yes!” Kat’s head threw back. “I’m going to cum, Ms. Lindon. May I, Mistress? Please?”

Ms. Lindon slapped her hand down hard on Kat’s ass. Yoshiko jumped, her pussy burning worse, the teasing, itching trembles stroking up and down it driving her wild. She bit her lip, about to cum along with Kat.

In the middle of the hallway.

“You may cum, you worthless slut,” Ms. Lindon groaned. “Then you’ll show me all the naughty videos you took of those nubile, barely legal girls. Mmm, their eighteen and ninteen-year-old bodies glistening with water and covered in soap. Oh, yes, yes, yes.”

Yoshiko’s knees quivered. She was about to cum. In the middle of the hallway. In the middle of her school. People could walk down the hallway and see her at any moment. She cast a gaze around. The girls’ restroom was only a few steps away.

Gasping for breath, she raced for it, Kat’s moans echoing through Yoshiko’s ears. She crashed through the swinging doors, her footsteps echoing through the tiled room. Like the rest of the school, the bathroom was ornate, porcelain sink stands with delicate faucets, the stalls made of carved wood stained a light brown, an almost yellow tone to the wood. She raced down them to the last stall, throwing open the door. The sensations on her pussy drove her wild.

She plopped down on the toilet seat. “Oh, god,” Yoshiko groaned as she shoved her hands beneath her skirt. Her eyes squeezed shut as she rubbed on the crotch of her panties directly. She didn’t pull them off.

Her gusset was soaked by her juices. She could smell the spicy musk of her pussy bleeding through the fabric, adorning the air. Her back arched as she stroked up and down her grove, mimicking the electric tingles racing up and down her slit. She let out a groan, her fat nipples tenting her blouse, so hard they poked through her thin bra and top.

“Oh, yes,” Yoshiko groaned, her eyes squeezed shut, picturing Ms. Lindon’s thrusts fucking the strap-on into her virgin cunt, the teacher’s big breasts bouncing over her head. “Take me, Ms. Lindon.”

You are such a delicious thing. Not like that horrible, slutty dyke, Kat. No, you are so sweet and beautiful. Oh, yes, my delicious, Japanese delight.

The toilet seat creaked as Yoshiko shifted on it, stroking up and down her panties faster and faster. She pressed the cotton into the folds of her pussy, warm juices bleeding through, coating her fingers. She shuddered, finding her clit, rubbing it, making her legs spasm, her feet brushing the stall door.

The pleasure rippled through her while her orgasm built in the depths of her cunt. She could see Ms. Lindon’s busty breasts bouncing over her, the delicious desire on the teacher’s face, the feel of her nylons rubbing on Yoshiko’s inner thighs.

It’ll be so magical if she makes love to me, Yoshiko moaned. She can teach me everything, then I can show Lori. I can love her body.

Yes, yes, yes, Lori moaned in Yoshiko’s thoughts. I can ditch Chris. We can date. Oh, we’ll be such amazing lovers.

Right now, Yoshiko didn’t care about betraying one of her best friends to be with the other. Her lusts were driving her wild. She frigged her clit hard with one hand, the other stroking her pussy lips through her panties as she pictured loving her redheaded friend, giving her every wonderful sensation she could.

“You’ll love it so much,” Yoshiko groaned through clenched teeth, so close to cumming.

I will, Lori moaned. Tingles ached Yoshiko’s nipples and she imagined it was Lori’s fingers pinching and rolling them. You have such lovely tits. So big and soft. And your nipples… I have to suck them.

“Yes, yes, yes, suck them,” moaned Yoshiko, her body trembling, on the verge of cumming hard. “Lori, yes!”

Yoshiko came.

Her body spasmed on the toilet. Her feet kicked the stall door, the wood groaning, the metal latch rattling. She tossed back and forth, her eyes rolling back into her head as she hissed out breath after breath through clenched teeth, ecstasy boiling through her mind.

Her pussy convulsed. Waves washed through her body. It electrified her. She moaned, eyes fluttering. Her hips bucked up from the toilet seat and then crashed down as she let out a long, low groan of delight.

“Lori,” she sighed, her eyes fluttering as the pleasure peaked through her, picturing her redheaded friend’s smiling face.

Yoshiko lifted her fingers from her crotch, coated in her clear cream. She smeared them on her lips, closed her eyes, and imagined her friend kissed them as she sighed, with such longing, “Lori.”

Lips kissed Yoshiko back.

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Lori sneezed.

“Bless you,” Chris said as Lori squirmed on his lap. She sneezed again, her head snapping back.

Lori opened her mouth to say something when a third sneeze racked her body, her collarbone actually aching from the force. She blinked, reaching for a napkin on the table to clean off her hands. She wiped them off, wondering at her sudden sneezing attack.

“Someone’s masturbating to you right now,” Chris laughed.

“What?” Lori gasped, twisting around to stare at her boyfriend, her red curls brushing across his face.

“You know, in Anime, when someone sneezes it means someone’s talking about you. One sneeze, you’re being praised; two sneezes, you’re being badmouthed; and three sneezes means someone who loves you is speaking about you. While masturbating.”

“Right,” Lori said. “I don’t think the masturbating part is accurate.”

Chris shrugged. “Well, where is Yoshiko?”

“Speaking to her English teacher,” Lori answered, giving her boyfriend a hard look. “And she’s not masturbating to me. We’re friends. And while I know your pervy mind wants to see us go at it, not happening. She’s like a sister to me.”

“Fine,” Chris groaned, shifting. “Next time you sneeze three times, text me. Maybe it’s me masturbating to you.”

“Do you do that?” Lori asked. “I mean, we have sex. I’d think you’d jerk off to another girl or something.”

“I do.” His arms tightened on her. “But those last set of pics you sent me had me stroking my cock hard.”

Lori giggled, her pussy clenching. “Maybe I’ll send you a few more. You do have to stay late with that project tonight. Something to distract you.”

“You are cruel,” he groaned, his cock hard against Lori’s ass.

“I know,” she sighed and gave her boyfriend a kiss over her shoulder.

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Yoshiko froze, her eyes wide. Lips kissed at her mouth, tasting her spicy pussy juices she had smeared on her lips. But there was no one in the stall, no one who could kiss her. And yet she could feel soft, feminine lips nibbling on her lower lip, a tongue lightly licking.

A soft feminine voice sighed: Ōjo-sama.

Yoshiko tried to speak, but she couldn’t. She was being kissed. A body was straddling her. Yoshiko could see her skirt pressed down to her crotch by someone unseen. Hands stroked down her shoulders. Panic shot through Yoshiko as the soft hands gripped her breasts. Someone unseen was in the bathroom.

A girl.

A ghost girl.

A lesbian ghost girl.

The fingers moved across Yoshiko’s blouse and found the buttons. They popped open one by one, her blouse parting, revealing her breasts straining a white bra, youthful flesh jiggling as Yoshiko struggled. The fingers stroked her bra, exploring, feeling her hard nipple through them.

Ripples of pleasure shot down Yoshiko’s body. She groaned, struggling to move as the ghost played with her nipples through the bra, pinching and rolling the nubs. The lips broke the kiss, and Yoshiko gasped for breath.

“Who are you?” she called out to the ghost. “What are you doing to me?”

…Mitsuko-hime… the voice sighed again, a distant echo.

The cups of Yoshiko’s bra pushed up. Her large breasts spilled out. She gasped, eyes bugging as unseen fingers pressed into the flesh of her pillowy tits. The female ghost massaged them. A wet tongue licked at Yoshiko’s right nipple then sucked on it.

“Oh, god,” Yoshiko groaned, the pleasurable sensation on her nipple shooting right down to her pussy. She squirmed more, her hands trying to seize the ghost, but they phased right through her body. “What are you doing to me?”

The answer was soft, whispering in a musical tongue which was vaguely familiar. Japanese? The ghost is speaking Japanese.

The lips sucked harder. Teeth lightly nippled Yoshiko’s nipple. She watched her turgid nub move and wiggle as the ghost loved it. Yoshiko groaned, her pussy clenching. She couldn’t believe this was happening. It was crazy.

A ghost was sucking on her nipple.

Something hard pressed against Yoshiko’s belly as she squirmed again. The ghost sucked harder. Yoshiko could hear the wet suckling sound now. A faint outline appeared, a girl’s shape, hair falling about the face nursing at Yoshiko’s breast, hands sliding down to her skirt. It was the suggestion of a girl, like the lines an artist might use to roughly sketch out a drawing in pencil before committing to more permanent options.

The mouth moved to her other breast, sucking hard. Yoshiko squeezed her eyes shut, her pussy dripping. The ghost moved, still sucking, her hands lifting Yoshiko’s skirt, unveiling the white panties, crotch soaked dark. Fingers stroked across her panties, so familiar.

“You were touching me while I was watching them,” groaned Yoshiko, recognizing the light flutters she felt while standing riveted before Ms. Lindon’s door.

And then the fingers hooked her panties They pulled them down, unveiling a thick, black bush hiding the lips of her pussy. The ghost slid down Yoshiko’s body, seizing her hips, pulling her to the edge of the toilet seat. Yoshiko felt the ghost’s breath wash across her pussy The faint lines grew more substantial. A hint of black colored her hair, white covering her shoulders, and a hint of red cladding her thighs.

And then the ghost licked at Yoshiko’s pussy. …Ōjo-sama…

“Oh, yes,” Yoshiko groaned as she felt the first touch of another on her pussy, the tongue licking across her virgin folds and flicking her clit. “Can’t believe a ghost is the first girl to go down on me. Oh, god, but that feels good. Oh, yes, Miss Ghost, oh, wow, lick me.”

The ghost did. She licked and fluttered her tongue through Yoshiko’s virgin folds, caressing hymen, labia, and clit. Yoshiko moaned, her large breasts jiggling as Yoshiko humped against the ghost’s licking.

She could feel the ghost licking through her sex’s folds, devouring the juices pouring out. The ghost loved them, moaning her delight between whispers of Ōjo-sama and Mitsuko-hime. Her tongue licked and her lips nibbled.

And as she drank Yoshiko’s juices, the ghost became more and more real. The strands of black hair, mere suggestion before, grew more and more solid until they draped silk across Yoshiko’s thighs. Soft, almond eyes stared up at Yoshiko, brown and burning with desires. A delicate nose pressed into the folds of Yoshiko’s pussy as the Japanese ghost worshiped.

The ghost wore clothing, white cloth wrapped about her shoulders, her legs covered in the red. They were the thick pants worn by Japanese in their traditional clothing, the legs wide, almost like skirts divided into trousers.

They’re called hakama.

Yoshiko’s eyes widened in realization. “You’re a shrine maiden. A miko.”

The ghost kept licking, her tongue digging through Yoshiko’s folds, making her squirm and gasp. Her toes curled in her shoes as the ghost of the shrine maiden devoured her pussy. The shrine maiden’s lips reached Yoshiko’s clit.

Sucked hard.

Yoshiko came. Her virgin pussy clenched, her hips humping up into the air as she gasped and shuddered. Pleasure rippled through her body. She moaned, eyes fluttering as the pleasure washed through her body.

“So good,” moaned Yoshiko. “Oh, yes, thank you, shrine maiden. Oh, you’re so wonderful. Such a delightful ghost.”

Her body spasmed as the pleasure peaked. The shrine maiden rose, her pale lips and cheeks smeared with juices. Her skin was as light as Yoshiko’s, almost the white of a Caucasian, but with just enough of a tinge olive to them marking her as Asian. Her white, outer garment—I think it’s called a haori—was open, showing off a white kimono beneath, nipples pressing hard topping the swell of round breasts. Her hakama were loose on her hips and…

A cock thrust from the girl’s crotch, springing from a thick, black bush. Through the curls, Yoshiko could make out the folds of pussy lips wrapped about the base. The dick was thick, a darker olive than the ghost’s face, the tip throbbing, dripping with precum.

“A futanari!” gasped Yoshiko, recognizing a dickgirl from browsing pictures of Anime girls. It was a popular fetish, many artist turning sexy women into futanari, the Japanese word for hermaphrodite.

“Oh, no,” groaned Yoshiko as the futanari shrine maiden moved in, bringing her cock to Yoshiko’s pussy. “I’m not really into futas.”

The shrine maiden kissed Yoshiko hard on the mouth. She could taste her juices on the ghost’s lips as the cock rubbed up and down on her pussy. Yoshiko shuddered, a surge of heat shooting through her pussy. The feel of the girl-dick on her pussy lips was…

Arousing.

Intoxicating.

A desperate urge shot through Yoshiko, possessing her. The schoolgirl’s legs locked around the futa-ghost’s hips, pulling hard. The shrine maiden moaned into Yoshiko’s lips as her cock pressed on the schoolgirl’s maidenhead.

“Mitsuko-hime,” whispered the shrine maiden.

It hit Yoshiko what the ghost was saying. It was a name. Hime meant princess and when used as a suffix meant… “I’m not Princess Mitsuko,” Yoshiko gasped even as her legs pulled the ghost closer, the cock stretching her hymen. Pain flared, but Yoshiko wanted that cock in her, lost to the possessive lust. “But…but… Take me!”

“Ōjo-sama,” breathed the ghost as she thrust.

Yoshiko’s hymen stretched and tore. She groaned as her cherry popped. The futa-ghost’s dick slid into Yoshiko’s untouched depths. Hot friction raced through her body as her juices lubed the way for the thick shaft. The ghost let out the cutest, sweetest moan of delight as she slid into Yoshiko’s pussy. Moaning in rapid Japanese, the ghost drew back her dick and thrust again.

And again.

Yoshiko moaned, her hips locked tight about the ghost’s waist, thrusting up her hips to meet the wonderful cock slamming into her depths. Their flesh slapped together as the futa-ghost fucked Yoshiko with unbridled passion, her blue-black hair dancing about her head as she gasped and moaned, crying out in Japanese.

“So good,” moaned Yoshiko. “Fuck me, Miss Ghost. Fuck me with your girl-dick. A futanari ghost! I can’t… This is… Oh, yes…”

Pleasure burned fast in Yoshiko as her pussy gripped the thick cock reaming her depths. Her eyes rolled back in her head. She moaned and gasped, humping into the ghost’s thrusts. Yoshiko moaned, her pussy clenching, drinking in the delicious pleasure.

“Mitsuko-hime,” gasped the shrine maiden, her eyes shining with desire.

And then she kissed Yoshiko hard, tongue thrusting in. Yoshiko’s nipples, pressed against the silk of the shrine maiden’s kimono, tingled. The toilet creaked and groaned as both girls savored their pleasure. Yoshiko’s pussy clenched and relaxed on the thick cock as it drove her closer and closer to her orgasm.

I’m being fucked by a futanari ghost. She took my cherry. This is amazing.

The bliss swelled in her depths. She ground her clit into the ghost’s groin every time they bottomed out. Yoshiko’s hands gripped the ghost’s clenching ass, pulling her in tight, savoring the round butt-cheeks in her hand as her clit throbbed. Her pleasure swelled.

And then it boiled through her.

Hot, spasming heat engulfed her body. Yoshiko moaned into the ghost’s mouth, Yoshiko’s thighs tightening about her futa-lover. Her pussy spasmed on the amazing, impossible, supernatural girl-dick reaming into her depths, milking the cock. The lesbian schoolgirl thrust her tongue into the futa-ghost’s mouth as ecstasy reached her mind.

The ghost’s arms tightened about Yoshiko’s body. Her dick buried into the hot depths of Yoshiko’s spasming pussy. Her flesh convulsed and massaged, milking the dick. Ghostly futa-cum spurted into the depths of Yoshiko’s pussy.

The tingles set off another orgasm. Yoshiko broke their kiss, her fingernails digging into the ghost’s ass, and screamed, “Yes, yes, yes. A futanari ghost is cumming in my pussy. So good!”

“Mitsuko-hime!”

The ghost’s beautiful, porcelain face contorted in pleasure, mouth open in a small O as she dumped her ghostly jizz into Yoshiko’s body. The ghost spasmed on Yoshiko, trembling as she moaned out her pleasure.

And then she burst into a thousand motes of glittering light. Warmth rained down on Yoshiko’s body. The schoolgirl shuddered on the toilet, her body still spasming, her pussy convulsing, the hot jizz boiling in the depths of her pussy.

…Ōjo-sama…

“What just happened,” panted Yoshiko as she lounged on the toilet, feeling the ghost’s seed leaking out of her freshly deflowered pussy. A powerful shudder rippled through her. “How do I summon you again?”

But there was no answer. The ghost was gone. Yoshiko panted, her eyes fluttering. She had to find a way to make contact with the ghost again. She couldn’t believe how amazing sex was. The lesbian schoolgirl yearned to feel that girl-cock in her again.

To be continued…

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