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 Schoolteacher in Japan - Part 1

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   When I graduated from college I had no idea what to do with my life. 
But I had studied Japanese in school, and I had always been fascinated with
Japan, so while I thought about the next step I applied for and received
entry to the JET program.  JET stands for Japan Exchange and Teaching. 
It's a program for young English-speakers to live in Japan for two years
and teach English in the local schools.

   I was assigned to a rural school district in Nagano prefecture.  I lived
in a small town, and traveled to five different elementary schools around
the district, teaching each class twice a week.  The town was really
friendly, and I soon settled down to a fairly easy life of driving from
school to school, practicing easy conversation with the kids, and long
evenings of noodles and sake drinking with friends.  The local girls turned
out to be really into foreigners, and I soon had a girl friend, Mami.  She
was very cute, a high school student actually, but precocious.  To tell you
the truth she virtually raped me the first time we went out together.  She
would come to my apartment after school still dressed in her uniform -
white shirt, floppy bow tie, pleated blue tartan skirt - and it was
unbelievable how sexy she managed to make it look.  I couldn't wait to get
it off her and wrestle her to the bed for some pounding sex.  Mami was
seventeen and I was twenty-two - technically I was a child molester but
nobody seemed to care.  Mami worked in a local McDonalds four afternoons a
week (yes, McDonalds is everywhere in Japan), so I got to see her on the
other three - and sometimes for a quick fuck after work.

   The kids I taught were adorable.  They were in the upper classes of the
schools - age ten to twelve (elementary school is through 6th grade in
Japan).  I'd always been told that the Japanese were model schoolchildren,
and I was honestly surprised at how rowdy and fun-loving these kids were.
They had these bright black eyes, always full of mischief and laughter. 
Except for a couple of quiet and studious ones, nobody seemed to care much
about studying English.  But they were very interested in me, always
bombarding me with questions about myself, my family, my girl friend in
America, my girl friend in Japan, whether I could use chopsticks, how I
liked Japanese food, and on and on.

   Actually I taught Mami's sister.  Her name was Sakura.  She was in sixth
grade, and she was super-cute.  Her long black hair was bunched into thick
plaits, tied with something different every day - colored plastic
butterflies, Mickey Mouse ears, fur baubles, or cute cartoon characters. 
Her eyes were coal-black and sparkled with fun in a perfect oval face.  She
wore the most adorable outfits - actually, all of the girls did.  They
didn't have to wear uniforms in elementary school, so they'd come in
wearing casual clothes that managed to be both childlike and innocent, and
also incredibly alluring and sexy: hot pant shorts studded with metal
hearts, black tee-shirts with "LOVE" across the chest in thick purple
letters, short skirts and pink bobby socks, pictures of cute cartoon
characters, hearts and smiley faces and zippers and metals studs...

   Sakura used to show up sometimes at my apartment.  She and Mami lived
nearby, and Sakura got bored at home - her parents both worked until quite
late in the evening.  She was obviously fascinated by my relationship with
Mami - I sometimes wondered if she was trying to catch us having sex.  Of
course if we were actually in the sack then Mami would send her home, but
sometimes Mami allowed her in to hang out with us - the two were obviously
close, in spite of the nearly six-year age gap.

   Much of the time Sakura would just sit on her own - playing games on her
phone or texting her friends.  But sometimes the three of us would play
together - silly games like snap or shiritori (a Japanese word game), or
card games like poker - which I taught them.  I soon got pretty close to
Sakura.  She'd come and snuggle in with us, and we'd happily sit watching
TV like a little family.

   One day, we played Twister.  I'd brought it from America thinking it
would be a good ice-breaker, but I'd never yet got it out of its box.  Now
I explained the rules and we gave it a try.  Mami and Sakura loved it, and
we were soon in stitches as we wrapped ourselves around each other in
strange contortions.

   It was a hot night and Sakura was wearing a thin cotton tee-shirt half
unbuttoned down the chest, and a thigh-length denim skirt.  As she bent low
on the Twister mat I could clearly see inside her tee-shirt.  She didn't
have any breasts to speak of, but her nipples were just starting to puff
up, sticking out noticeably from her chest.  It almost took my breath away.
Then, a few minutes later, I found my arm stretched across the inside of
her thigh.  We were both laughing, but I also felt a thrill of excitement
at the soft touch of her skin.  And I wondered if there wasn't something a
little forced in the way she laughed, as though she was suddenly feeling
self-conscious.

   I realized that my heart was hammering in my chest.  Something was going
on here, and it wasn't an innocent brother-sister thing.  For the first
time, I realized how hot I was for this adorable twelve-year-old girl.

   A few days later, I was surprised to get a knock on the door.  It was
Mami's work day and I wasn't expecting anyone.

   I opened the door, and there was Sakura.

   "Maa-kun, can I come in and play?" she asked, giving me a big child-like
smile.  The kids in the school were supposed to call me Mark-san, but Mami
always called me Maa-kun ("kun" is an affectionate version of the
respectful "san"), and Sakura had got in the habit too.

   "Sure," I said.  "So long as you don't mind if I read." I was actually a
little hesitant to let her in.  I wasn't sure if her parents would approve
- not that they would ever know - or for that matter if Mami or my boss
would.  And I didn't want to be a baby-sitter.  But then again, I'd got
used to having Sakura around.  And I still hadn't forgotten that thrill the
other evening.  I realized that I wanted to have this little girl in my
apartment, if only to look at her perfect skin and lovely smooth face.

   She stuck around for a while, but I wasn't feeling chatty and after
forty-five minutes Sakura got bored and took off.  A few days later,
though, she came over again.  This time she stayed for a couple of hours,
and I played some card games with her until it was time for her to go off
and do homework.

   After a while, it got to feel quite normal to hear a knock-knock on my
door at around four in the afternoon, and open it up to Sakura.  She'd walk
in, sometimes without even saying hi, throw herself on my one comfortable
chair, and start playing with her phone.  Sometimes we chatted, watched TV,
or played cards.  But often we did our own thing, just happy with each
other's company.  I felt at times that Sakura was maybe waiting for
something from me, but I couldn't make any assumptions and in spite of my
occasional fantasies about those puffy little breasts, I didn't want to
push things.  After all, I had a pretty good thing going with her sister!

   One day, though, Sakura came in with a strangely bright look in her
eyes. I could tell that she wasn't in a mood for sitting around and playing
on her own.  As it happened, I was in the middle of a pretty good thriller,
and I wanted to finish it so I could return it to Derek, who was the only
other foreigner I knew in this little town.  I lay on my bed and tried to
read, but I felt increasingly conscious that Sakura was restless.  And
strangely, that consciousness gave me a tingle of excitement.

   She was wearing a really gorgeous outfit that day: a black denim skirt
with a purple stripe running down each side, and the single word "PRETTY"
printed across her butt.  On top she wore a black tee-shirt, with snap
buttons on one shoulder.  Most of the buttons were undone.  The tee-shirt
fitted snugly over her slender torso, and her troubling, puffy nipples
pushed visibly against the black cotton fabric.  I tried not to look it
because I knew it would make me seem as though I was eyeing her up. 
Instead, I tried to concentrate on my book.  But the words were somehow all
blurring together.

   Finally, Sakura stood up and walked over to my bed.  "Maa-kun don't
read," she said.  "Let's watch TV."

   "Sakura, you said you'd let me read.  And you know there's nothing good
on at this time of the day.  It's only the programs for little kids."

   "Well I'm a little kid."

   "No you're not, you're twelve."

   "Well then let's play that game again."

   "Which game, Twister"

   "Yes, Twister" The way she pronounced it, it came out as "Tsuwisutaa".

   "That's no fun with two people."

   "Maa-kun, I'm bored." Mischievously, she began tickling me.

   The three of us had played some tickle games before and I'd never
thought much of it.  But being tickled on my own by this sexy little
twelve-year old was disturbing.  Instinctively I drew my body in.  Sakura
stopped for a moment.  "I'm bored.  Can't we play?" There was something in
the tone of her voice - plaintive, a little sad, but also inviting and sexy
- that melted my heart.  Reaching out to her, I gave her side a little
pinch.  Soon the two of us were rolling around on the bed, tickling each
other for all we were worth and breathless with laughter.

   Even though I was enjoying the horseplay, I was also intensely conscious
that I was touching this lovely bundle of flesh.  The image of those
nipples kept coming back into my mind, and as I dug my fingers into her
sides I imagined the soft coppery skin underneath.  Once or twice I even
felt myself directly touching her skin as my hands made contact near the
bottom of her stomach.  Once - just once - I deliberately let my fingers
wander up to her chest.  She squealed and rolled away as I gave her nipple
a hard little squeeze.

   After a few minutes the two of us lay together, panting.  In the tussle,
Sakura's black denim skirt had ridden up right up over her underwear.  She
was wearing a pair of clean white panties, with a bear's face across her
bottom.  My eyes rested for a moment on the place where her panties met the
inside of her thighs, and once again I felt that hammering in my chest.

   As we lay there, not moving, it seemed that neither of us knew what to
do next.  It was as though we both knew that something was about to happen.
But neither of us had the skill or experience to move it forward.  I knew
that I didn't want her to go back and play on her own.  But did I dare
start things going in the direction that I *did* want?

   Hesitantly, I reached out and gave her a little pinch on the bottom. 
She was still gasping after our fits of laughter, and when I pinched her
bottom she jumped and started laughing again.  But she didn't try and pull
her skirt down.  In fact, she seemed to shift her body toward me as though
encouraging me to pinch her again.

   So I did.

   I pinched her with one hand, and then with both, then covered her
buttocks with little pinches while she thrust her face into the sheets and
giggled.

   Gradually, she lifted her bottom up into the air as though inviting me
to pinch her more.  I didn't stop, but gradually my pinches became less
teasing and more caressing.  I couldn't resist it.  Her lovely preteen body
was right there in front of my eyes.  And she didn't resist.  Gradually her
laughter subsided and she lay there panting and pointing her butt at me
while I caressed and fondled her buttocks.

   I don't know how long I went on caressing her.  I didn't want that
moment ever to end.  No words had passed between us.  But something had
happened, our innocent play had changed into something entirely different.
If we spoke, or looked at each other, we'd have to move on.  But for now,
we were outside time.  I allowed my hands to move all over her buttocks,
cupping and squeezing and softly touching the bare skin at the top of her
thigh.  I felt her body shifting very slightly in response to my touch. 
What did she want?  Oh God, what did she want from me?

   Sakura's face was still buried in the sheets, as though she was
deliberately trying not to watch what I did next.  Slowly, irresistibly, I
brought my face down to that lovely soft bottom.  I wanted to inhale the
smell of this sexy child.  Acting more by instinct than reason, I stuck my
tongue out and gave her asshole a lick through the white cotton of her
panties.  She gave a start, and made a sound that might have been a yelp or
a giggle.  But she didn't look up.  Slowly, deliberately, I began licking
at her asshole.  My mouth felt dry, but there was enough saliva on my
tongue to begin to wet her panties, until they stuck to the crack in her
butt as I licked through the thin cotton and began to taste the acrid scent
of her anus.

   There was no going back now.  If this twelve year old girl was going to
let me lick her anus then she was obviously ready for anything I had to
give her.  I had no idea where it was going to lead - expulsion from Japan,
or jail perhaps.  But I couldn't stop now even if the police were knocking
at the door.  The one thing I knew was that I couldn't hurt her in any way.
I could never do that to an innocent child.

   Slowly, I began to peel her panties down over her bottom.  I eased them
down just a little bit at a time, and as I did so, I began licking her butt
crack, first at the top, and then further down until I reached the flesh of
her asshole.  Now I was licking her from her asshole all the way up her
butt crack, and her crack was glistening wet with my saliva.  Her buttocks
were powdery white, and soft as a pillow.  There was a clear line between
the coppery tan of her back and her white, sunless bottom.  As I licked at
Sakura's butt crack, I fondled her bare buttocks with my hands.  I could
hear her breathing in sharp gasps through the sheets, but she did nothing
to resist or stop me.  In fact, as I licked at her dark little anus I could
feel her bottom moving back to meet me.

   I went on easing her panties down, until I began to uncover her slit. 
As I did so, she squeezed her thighs together a little as though she wanted
to stop me.  But as I moved my tongue down from her asshole to the bottom
of her slit, I felt her relax and she allowed me to pull her panties all
the way down to her knees.

   Now this lovely preteen girl who I hardly knew was kneeling on my bed,
her panties around her knees, thrusting her soft round butt into my face
while my tongue began to play with her dark little pussy.

   Slowly, I ran my tongue up and down her pussy, feeling her jerk as my
tongue slipped into her vagina and began exploring around its inner walls.
She tasted magical - the impossible elixir of childhood sexuality.  I could
feel my own sexual organ ready to explode inside my pants.  But I wasn't
ready to pull my penis out.  I could sense that she wasn't ready either. 
And I had everything I wanted right there under my tongue.

   Now that there was no doubt what we both wanted, I began to relax and to
use my skills to give Sakura the maximum pleasure.  I'd had plenty of
experience of pussy licking with other girls, including Sakura's own
sister. Just never with a hairless preteen girl like Sakura.  It was a more
beautiful feeling than anything I had experienced in my life before.  I ran
my tongue up and down her pussy, lingering to dig it into her wet vagina,
then running it all the way up to her soft little clitoris.  I felt her
whole body responding as her panting gave way to soft moans.  Slowly and
deliberately, I licked her up and down and inside until I felt her building
into an enormous little-girl climax.  As I licked and dug, she began
thrusting back against my tongue as though she was fucking it.  I let her
fuck my tongue for a while, while I pushed her tee-shirt up over her back
and chest and ran my hand up and down her soft, downy back and bony spine.

   Bringing my hand around her body, I ran it over her soft, puffy chest,
lingering over her nipples as I felt them harden to my touch.  I played
with her nipples for a few minutes while she thrust her cunt into my
tongue, panting and whimpering with arousal.

   Then I brought my hand slowly down over her smooth, flat stomach, until
it reached the mound of her pubic area.  I ran my fingers over her few
sparse pubic hairs and began fondling her clit as she slapped herself
against my tongue.  Sakura jerked and bucked and moaned as she thrust
herself harder and harder against me.  I stretched out my tongue to
penetrate as far as it would go inside her wet, velvety pussy.  Sakura
began pounding against my cheeks as my finger played with her clit and my
tongue fucked her as deep as it would go.  Her motion got faster and faster
until suddenly she was screaming and jamming her buttocks into my face as
she shuddered into a glorious orgasm.

   She collapsed down on the bed, still keeping her face thrust into the
pillow.  Looking at her almost naked, perfectly smooth child's body, I
quickly pulled down my shorts and pants and in about two strokes I came all
over her buttocks and cunt.  She didn't move as I squirted semen all over
her soft flesh, then leaned over her and with my tongue pushed semen into
her butt crack, asshole, and vagina.

   Finally, I lay down next to her and cradled her in my arms.  Her eyes
were closed, but I wondered if I saw a tear glistening at the edge of her
eyelid.  But then she buried her head into my chest and wrapped her arms
round me as I gently stroked her wet, sticky buttocks and cunt with my
right hand.