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 I never was much of a city person.  It was always very noisy, and crowded,
and most of all gray.  I moved to Japan for my job, and I made well enough,
but the city life was just not for me.  When my superiors mentioned a
transfer to a branch out in the country, I jumped at the chance.

   Japanese country folk were a hardy, yet friendly people.  Where I moved,
they were mired heavily in tradition and rich history.  At a small
restaurant I frequented for lunch near every day, the owner told me these
stories about how they were the direct descendents of a clan leader that
governed that small town.  The people told me these wild, outlandish
stories about spirits that watched over the region, making the place
prosperous because they loved the people, so the people in turn praised
them and gave offerings at the shrine.  Growing up without a faith to call
my own, I didn't put much stock in their claims, but I also didn't look to
offend them.  It seemed like a relatively harmless faith, and as long as
they weren't hurting anybody, who was I to judge?

   Around one month of living out in the country did I finally work up the
courage to try out the hot springs, or onsen, that Japan was famous for. 
It was one of the luxuries that didn't exist in the city.  Sure, they had
spas, but they were all indoors and crowded with balding, middle aged men
with bodies like unkneaded dough.  Out here in the country, there was room
to spare, though I had to work up the courage because there was a procedure
to it beforehand.  You had to wash your body thoroughly before entering the
spa, and I didn't want to accidentally offend anyone by doing something
wrong.

   The first day, however, went just fine, and after washing myself off
after a day at work, I was sitting in the open air springs and relishing
the moment.  I could feel the tension and stress seeping out of my pores.
For a while, I felt like I might actually drift off to sleep in this
relaxed state.

   And then she walked in.

   She couldn't have been any older than six or seven, but she walked in
alone, wearing nothing but a towel around her waist.  It was at that moment
that I heeded the sign in hiragana outside that it was a mixed bath.  The
hot water was slightly foggy, but I instinctively closed my legs to shield
my masculinity from her.

   "Good afternoon." she said, bowing respectfully.  "Are you enjoying your
stay here?"

   "Huh?  I'm not staying at the hotel." I said, as the hot springs was one
of the services provided by the hotel, but you didn't need to stay at the
hotel to gain access to them.

   "Oh.  Well, I hope you enjoy the hot springs." she seemed quite a nice
girl.

   "Does your mom work here or something?" I asked.

   "Uh huh!  I like to rest in the onsen after I get home from school!" She
replied.  I looked away as she removed the towel, then turned back once her
body was submerged in the water.

   "You're an American, aren't you?" she asked.

   "Yeah.  I moved here for my job."

   "Hmm, I see." I can't say I'm really good with kids, and an awkward
silence grew between us when I couldn't think of anything else to say to
her.  She didn't seem all that keen on continuing our conversation, either.
When I looked back at her a few minutes later, I realized why.

   The girl's legs were spread far apart.  Even though she was submerged
under the water all the way up to her shoulders, I could still see her
running her fingers up and down the tiny puffy slit between her legs.  A
heavy flow of blood rushed to my face, and I looked away.

   "H-hey, what are you doing!?" I exclaim.

   "I do this every day after school." she said nonchalantly, continuing to
stroke herself.

   "Does your mom know you do this?"

   "She scolds me whenever I do, but it feels very good."

   "And aren't there rules against mast- doing that in the hot springs?"

   "I won't tell if you don't." she replied.  I don't think I would have
been able to bring myself to tell her mom, but...  it didn't seem right for
a kid to be doing this.

   "Where is your mom, anyways?" I asked.

   "She's working in the lobby." the girl said matter-of-factly, as if I
was supposed to somehow know that.  I thought of the front desk employee,
and wondered if that was her mother.  If that was the case...  I
immediately figured that the girl and her mother lived in the hotel as
well. It was a weird, but reasonable way that Japan functioned.  Because it
was a small island country with a very dense population, real estate was a
premium.  Some people actually lived in the same building where their
businesses were owned.  A hotel was basically just a giant house with rooms
that you rented out, so the hypothesis at the moment was a sound one.

   The little girl stood up and waded across the hot springs towards me,
jilling herself the entire time.

   "Do you tickle yourself, too?" she asked, stopping a few feet away from
me.

   "What!?  I- ye- no- that's not something that you should be asking at
your age!" I stammer.  How was I supposed to respond to a little girl
asking me that question!?  My hands cover my crotch.  Against my will and
to my extreme horror, I realize that my manhood is swelling between my
legs! What madness is this, that I'm actually getting turned on by the
naked child in front of me?!

   "Why does everyone say it's a bad thing to do?" she asked.  "It just
feels very good."

   Now that was a question for the ages, wasn't it?  It was definitely one
far above my pay grade.  I thought of the various courses of ethics, law
and morality back in college.  If you ever wanted anything that made you
question your values and perspectives, that would do it.  The way we
treated sex with such taboo while glorifying death and violence was
strange. We would give a kid a toy gun and encourage fantasies of war, but
punish them for exploring their body and understanding the inescapable and
perfectly natural way the species propagates.  There was no reasonable
explanation as to why we hold this belief, but it's one that's kept with us
through countless generations, and I was nowhere near equipped to try and
combat it here with this girl.

   "I guess grown-ups don't know how to handle it." I said finally,
summarizing all my thoughts into the simplest possible explanation.  "Where
did you learn about this?"

   "I saw my mom doing it one night.  She was making all these weird sounds
and it looked like she was enjoying it.  I don't get why I can't do it,
myself.

   "Mom also did this one thing with dad one night.  He had his thing out
and he put it inside her...  like this." The girl climbed up next to me out
of the hot springs and spread her legs far apart.  She pushed her index
finger into her puffy slit, and her she took a small, but sharp intake of
breath and her legs tensed up.  I wanted to look away, but it was like
watching a train wreck; you just couldn't.  "It feels very good when I do
this, but I can't get my finger in deep enough.

   "Hey, you're a boy like dad!" she said, her eyes widening in revelation.
"You could put your thing inside me!"

   "No!  No no!" I protest.  "We could get in serious trouble!  Especially
me!"

   "Then we won't tell anyone.  It'll be our secret." she said.  There was
definitely no escaping from this girl.  She was going to continue pushing
until she got what she wanted, and if it wasn't me, then it could be
someone else who was a lot less morally scrupulous who might seek to hurt
her.  At least if it was me, I could guarantee her safety.  It was a huge
risk on my part, but if it would stifle her curiosity...

   "Alright, then, but we need to be extremely careful." I told her.  "I
can't stress that enough."

   "Don't worry.  I do this all the time." she said, then went around to
the front of the hot springs to grab her towel and wrapped it around her
body.  I followed her, grabbing my towel and washing myself off with my
back turned to her before covering my modesty with it.  I tried to
concentrate on something else very hard to get my erection to go down, but
it was being persistent.  There was no way in hell I was going to go down
the hall sporting a massive boner.

   I grabbed my clothes from the basket, and the girl grabbed hers, and she
led me down the hallway to her room.  Thankfully, there didn't seem to be
anyone in the hallway, though that might be because it was in the afternoon
and most everyone would be at work, still.  The girl led me to the back of
the building, where her room was located on the last door to the left, in
the outer corner of the back of the hotel building.  Her room, and I assume
all the others were just like it, was a rather nice room.  It was one of
those pre-industrial Japan-style rooms, with tatami mats and rice paper
sliding doors.  The place reminded me largely of something straight out of
Love Hina.

   The girl's living space was more personalized than a hotel room would
be. Her futon was still laid out on the ground next to the table in the
center of the room.  Other than that, the rest of the room was pretty
spotless.

   Once I closed the door behind us, the girl tossed off her towel and
dropped her basket of clothes.  I set mine down next to the door.

   "Now...  I just need to make sure.  You are absolutely certain you want
to do this?" I asked, my throat as dry as a desert.

   "Yeah!" she said, nodding her head.  She plopped down on her futon,
nestling into the covers and spreading her legs far apart.  I knelt down
next to the futon, gazing at her young virgin pussy lips.  Until now, I've
never seen the vagina of a little girl.  It was a vivid experience, and
almost reminded me of my first time when I was a teen, first looking at a
girl's foxhole.  It looked like a much more simplified rendition of a
vagina.  She was relatively featureless, with no pubic hair or inner labia.
It was more like a pair of puffy mounds pressed together with a shadowy
slit in the middle.  Her clit was little more than the sheathe like a ridge
overlooking the pleasure valley below.  In a way, it was kind of cute.

   "Okay, just tell me if I do something that makes you uncomfortable or
hurt in any way." I told her.  I situated myself as I lay down in her futon
so my dick was to the side of me.  My head hovered over the lower half of
her body.  I could smell her scent from this position.  It was very sweet
and warm; I meant to do this only to warm her up and and lube her tiny
hole, but the smell was enticing me to have a taste.

   "What are you do-huaahh!" she lost her words as my tongue flicked across
her soft mounds.  I could feel her thighs clamp around my head almost
immediately, refusing to let go.

   "That's nasty!  I pee from there!" she panted, though I didn't answer,
and she wasn't physically protesting or crying out in pain, so I continued.
She had a remarkably smooth and sweet taste, and I found myself enjoying it
a lot more than I probably should have.  My tongue flicked up and down the
slit, teasing her clitoris with every pass.  She moaned and gasped from the
sharp, wonderful sensations that I guessed were coursing through her body.
Her legs uncoiled from around my head, and she started stamping and kicking
the ground, her movements janky and twitchy.

   "Aaahnnn!  What is this feeling?" she moaned.  "It's building up inside
me!"

   My mouth was too full of pussy to tell her, but I knew she was on the
verge of her first ever orgasm.  She must have never achieved it herself,
only allured by the light tingling she discovered.  I was more than willing
to show her just how good it felt.  The sound she made when she came was a
unique and adorable one.  Her limbs tensed up and she bounced her hips up
into my face, riding the wave of her first ever orgasm.  I lapped up her
sweet pussy juices, which flowed freely from her young girlhood like wine.

   After a few minutes, she finally came down from her high, and I sat up,
wiping my face with my hand.  It was at that point that I realized with a
combination of many thoughts, though mostly horror, that I made a little
girl cum!  I also likely kickstarted a lifelong fascination with sex in
her. I thought about the many ramifications of my actions, but I steeled
myself with the knowledge that I was doing this for her safety, so her
curiosity wouldn't lead her into the arms of someone that might do her
harm. It wasn't a reassuring one; no one outside of us would be so
understanding.

   "That was really weird!" she panted, relaxing into the futon.  "But it
felt really good.  I've never felt such a weird thing before."

   "Did you enjoy it?" I asked.  She nodded her head.  "Do you want to
continue?" Another nod.  I could feel my heart racing, and the blood rush
to my face.  Eating her out was one thing.  I was about to take her
virginity, and she was just fine with that.  Or maybe she just didn't
understand the importance of the moment and was following the lust in her
body.  Either way, we had come too far to stop now.

   I scooted up to the girl and spread her legs apart.  I guided my swollen
member between her legs and up against those small young lips.  Given her
size, it was highly unlikely I would be able to get more than a few inches
in her, much less my entire length.  I could feel the heat from her young
pussy radiating onto the tip of my dick.  It made my dick throb, even
though I couldn't get any harder, especially after sucking on her puffy
mound.

   "This might sting a little, but just bear with it." I told her.  I
inched the head of my dick in between her tight lips.  My girth spread her
very far apart.  Her face tightened slightly, but other than that, she
offered no protest.  I pushed in very slowly, watching her carefully for
any hint of pain.  Before I knew it, half of my length was inside her,
something I didn't even think was possible.  I thought I wouldn't get much
beyond the head in, but she was somehow able to take it all in!

   "Ngh!" she grunted as she felt her insides getting stretched apart for
the first time.  I was three fourths of the way into her when I realized
that she didn't have a hymen.  I didn't know much about women's biology,
but I knew enough that the delicate membrane could be torn by accident
during play or exercises or any other kind of strenuous activity that
affects the lower body.  Hell, sometimes a girl could just be born without
one.  I didn't even bother to ask her since she most likely wouldn't know
what I'm talking about.

   I was surprised when I finally touched bottom.  Her pussy lips hugged
the base of my cock, and I could feel my head pushing against her cervix.
Her hands gripped my arms and her legs were wrapped around my hips.  She
looked up at me with widened eyes and gritted teeth.

   "Does it hurt?" I asked.

   "No, but it's really tight." she said.  "It's pushing against my tummy!"

   "I know.  You took in a lot more than I thought you'd be able to.  But
don't worry, it's going to feel as good as you felt earlier." I moved us
into a more comfortable position, with me laying on the futon and her small
body resting on top of me.  Her tiny hands pushed down on my stomach as she
sat up.  What I did next, I couldn't help myself.  My hands explored her
body, feeling up her flat chest, her rounded belly and her small, tight
ass. The cheeks were small enough that I could obscure one behind my hand,
and my hands weren't even that big!

   "Why are you touching me in weird funny places?" she asked, giggling a
bit as I squeezed her butt cheeks.

   "This is what grown-ups do during sex." I explained with a dry mouth and
racing heartbeat.  "It's how they show their love for one another."

   "Do you love me?"

   "Well, we just met, but you're a sweet girl." She smiled and leaned down
to give me a tight hug.  "Okay, now just relax, and tell me if you start to
hurt."

   I took a deep breath and began to thrust my hips into her very slowly
and gently.  Her insides were soft and moist like a hot marshmallow.  It
was one of the most incredible feelings I ever experienced.  I held her
head close to my chest and rested one hand across her back and the other on
her ass cheeks.  My index and middle fingers dipped down and prodded
against her asshole.  She squirmed a bit in my grip, but went along with
it. I drew circles around the soft sphincter muscle before digging my
fingers in, spreading apart her asshole and taking her black cherry.

   "Ahhh!  That's a nasty place!" she protested, but I continued to push
them in.  Her vaginal and anal muscles clenched tightly around me.  She
didn't offer any further protest besides.  I sat up into a more comfortable
position.  The girl's legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms around
my chest.  Her grip tightened as I bounced her on my lap while finger
fucking her ass.  I could hear and feel her breathing heavily, trying to
bear through the sensations she never felt before.

   "Mmmhh!" she squealed.  "I'm feeling ticklish all over again!  My butt
feels really weird, too!"

   I rolled us over so she was back on the futon, staring up at me with a
bewildered and wispy expression.  I doubled over her and continued to
thrust into her young body while probing her ass with my fingers.  Her
vaginal muscles by now were quivering very rapidly, almost vibrating.  It
struck me that she might be getting close to her first double orgasm, or
maybe this is just what her body did when she came.  If that was the case,
she was definitely going to make some lucky boy very happy some day.

   The girl's squeaking and grunting reached fever pitch as her second
orgasm and her first double orgasm of her life numbed her mind and filled
her with incredible bliss.  She stared up at me, her eyes wide, pupils
dilating and her mouth slacked open.  She spoke in a string of gibberish
that was neither English nor Japanese.  Her little fox hole tightened
around me like a vice grip.  So this is what it was like when little girls
orgasmed...

   I was so concentrated on making her first time an enjoyable one that I
didn't realize how much it was stimulating me.  Seeing her cum on my cock
set something off inside me, the empathy that connected me to her on an
emotional level, willing to join her in that vague, but incredible bliss.
This came to my surprise and horror.  I tried to remove myself from her
folds, but she still had a death grip on me and I couldn't pull out.  I
instinctively pushed in as deep as I could as I shot my load.  I tried to
keep my moans to a minimum, but the bliss was so intense I felt like I
might pass out.

   The tidal wave in my body finally settled down, and my senses came back
to me.  I pulled out of her, now that my erection was withering, and laid
down next to her.  She writhed around a bit, slowly returning to her
senses. I wrapped my arms around her to comfort her as she returned to
normal.

   "How was that?" I asked her.

   "It's...  so scary, but feels so good!" she exclaimed through tears. 
She hugged me tightly like she would a parent.  Our chests were pressed
together.  As you might imagine, her chest was completely flat; she was
years away from actually developing any breasts.

   "Did you enjoy it?" I asked.  She sniffled and nodded her head.  "Then
why are you crying?"

   "Because it really scary!"

   The intensity of her orgasms and all the other hormones and unique
sensations in between must have overwhelmed her and freaked her out.  I
comforted her, even more glad that I helped her explore her body and
sexuality.  That wasn't enough, however, to alleviate the anxiety that hit
me.  If she mentioned what happened to anyone, I was a dead man.  It
wouldn't take much to find an American in a small town like this.

   "I'm better now." she said after a minute, then what she did next was
completely unexpected.  She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
I sputtered and drew back.

   "Wha- what was that for?!" I exclaimed.

   "Isn't that what boys and girls do to when they love each other?"

   "Yeah, but we just met.  How do you know you love me?"

   "I don't, but you're a really nice guy!"

   "Heh, thanks.  Just remember that we can't mention this to anyone, or we
could get in very big trouble."

   "Okay!  I can keep a secret!"

   Before we got dressed, I took the opportunity to clean up her pussy with
some tissues.  My cum was all over her insides, and there wasn't much I
could do about that.  Thankfully, since she was prepubescent, there was
virtually zero chance of her getting pregnant.  Still, I made a thorough
effort to remove any trace of our activity.  Afterwards, we both got
dressed and left her room.  I folded up our towels and brought them back to
the onsen, discarding them in the bin marked "used".

   I returned to the lobby, where I met the front desk clerk that signed me
in to use the onsen.

   "Welcome back.  Did you have a good time, sir?" she asked, giving a
small bow.

   "I did.  Thank you." I replied.

   "Mommy, I made a new friend!" the little girl squeaked.  I felt the
blood rush to my face, cold as ice.

   "Now now, Yumi, it's not polite to interrupt a conversation." her mother
scolded with a gentle tone.

   "It's alright." I said as Yumi wrapped her arms around my waist.  "She's
a good kid."

   "Will you come back again?" she asked.

   "If I can.  Now please let go.  I have to go now."

   "Thank you for coming, sir." the clerk said, bowing her head.  "I hope
you visit us again soon."

   "I will.  Thank you." I reply, bowing in return.  I gave Yumi a pat on
the head and left the hotel.