Chapter 17: You Can Take It, Fumiko-chan

Johan peels her hand from his cock, pinning both her hands to the bed above her head, holding her helpless beneath him as his weight comes down on her, his thighs forcing her slender thighs back, holding them wide apart, her sex completely exposed and at his mercy, his swollen cockhead pushing at her entrance.

Pushing firmly, stretching her, because yeah, she’s hot, but she’s a girl, not a woman. She’s a fourteen year old Jaoanese girl and she’s never taken a cock. She’s going to stretch, and she’s going to feel it and I know what that’s like. I wasn’t that much older than her when it happened to me.

“Uhhhhhhh.” Fumiko groans, long and low, her head arching back as her entrance stretches and stretches, opening for him. He pushes harder, forcing her entrance to stretch even further for him.

“Nnnughhhhh,” Fumiko groans, back arching now, pressing up against him, knees clutching lightly at his ribs, hips trying to pull away from in a vain attempt to alleviate that implacable pressure against her.

“You can take it, Fumiko-chan,” Johan grunts, easing back a little and then renewing that pressure. “You’ve got a tight little cunt but you’re opening for me now the way a bad girl opens up her tight little cunt for a man’s cock.”

“Ugghhhh ... ughhhhh ... owwwwwwww!” Fumiko groans, little feet kicking in the air above Johan’s back as her entrance succumbs to that unrelenting pressure, abruptly admitting his swollen cockhead inside her sex, crying out in sudden pain as something inside her tears. Pain is reflected on her face, sharp and sudden pain as her hymen is torn apart.

“Oh yeah,” Johan groans, holding himself still with difficulty. I can see what he wants to do to her on his face. He wants to fuck her, but he’s restraining himself. “You’re popped, Fumiko-chan. Now all you gotta do is take the rest of my cock.”

“Owwwww ... ohhhhhh ... ohhhhh ... owwwww ... owwww.” Fumiko’s not aware of what Johan’s saying. She’s reacting to that sudden sharp pain. Pain that brings tears to her eyes as something inside her is torn open, pain that has her bucking beneath him, her knees suddenly clutching at his ribs, her heels beating a wild little tattoo against his hips as he pauses inside her, gentling her.

“Don’t you have a tight little cunt.”

She does, but Fumiko’s not thinking about that at all. Her back arches again, her sex squeezes him where he’s inside her, her body is attempting to expel that huge intrusion and failing completely. This isn’t Johan’s first rodeo. Breaking in teenage Asian virgins is a regular part of his job, and he’s an expert. He does this every week. He’s experienced every reaction there is and he knows just how to handle her. Fumiko’s reacting the way any number of snatched young Asian girls have reacted when their cherry’s first popped.

The cries of sudden pain, those wild little bucks, that clasping tightness? Johan revels in all of that, and he’s reveling in popping Fumiko’s cherry now. He knows he’s stretching her. He knows it’s hurting her. He knows she can take it. That’s what her sex is for, and there isn’t one of the many girls he’s pimped out that hasn’t taken his cock and survived the experience. He’s enjoying what he’s doing and he moves, thrusting a little, easing in, withdrawing, easing in again, working his cock into her, stretching and forcing her channel to take him, to accommodate his cock. All of his cock.

He’s training her channel to take any cock that he wants her to service, because by the time Johan and his team are done with Fumiko Suematso over that first afternoon and evening, she’ll be trained to take any cock Johan tells her to take. This is only the first time she’ll take a cock today. Fumiko Suematsu has no idea that it’ll be nowhere near her last cock today.

“Uuughhhh,” Fumiko groans desperately. “Uggghhhh ... nnuuggghhhh ... uggghhh.”

Her hands clutch desperately at his where his hands now hold hers, pinning her to the bed, a beautiful little Japanese butterfly pinned to the mounting board, and she’s being mounted. Her body bucks again as her head jerks and arches back, all while Johan’s thighs pin hers and keep her spread wide, holding her open, exposing her for his cock to thrust into her at the juncture of her slender thighs, easing in and out without surcease, pressing fractionally deeper with every movement. Stretching her. Opening her. Breaking her in. Breaking in that tight fourteen year old Japanese cunt.

She doesn’t yet know she’s being trained. She doesn’t know she’s nothing more or less than a hot young teenage body and a tight cunt for men to use. All she knows is a man is inside her for the first time, taking her, having sex with her and despite the pain, she wants sex with him. Her body is willing, her mind has already surrendered. She wants what Johan is giving her.

“Oh yeah, feel my cock inside you, Fumiko-baby, you are so tight. The johns are gonna love you.” His hands pin hers easily, his body rides her, enjoying those helpless and futile bucks and squirming attempts to free herself from this invasion of her body that goes on and on without ceasing. He’s intent on fucking her and he’s not going to stop. Why would he? He has a business to run, and what he sells is tight young Asian pussy and ass.

Pussy and ass like Fumiko Suematsu’s.

Right now he’s breaking in Fumiko’s virgin pussy.

Breaking in Fumiko Sumatsu’s tight little ass will come later.

Fumiko Suematsu has no idea that she’ll be open for business soon.

Fumiko Suematsu has no idea what a john is or that she’ll be servicing them.

She’ll know all of that soon enough. Right now all she knows is that she is having sex.

“Uhhhhh ... hhuunnhhh ... oohhh ... uuuuhhhhhh.” Fumiko’s moans and cries and groans are intermingled with Johan’s grunts. He’s enjoying himself and he doesn’t stop. He’s giving Fumiko no sucease from his relentless impalement and while Fumiko sobs and cries out and groans and bucks and kicks, she doesn’t ask him to stop. She doesn’t want him to stop.

It doesn’t even occur to Fumiko to ask him to stop. She knows she’s sexually aroused him, and in that cotton-candy haze of drugs that’s clouded her mind and enhanced her sensitivity to sexual stimulus, she knows he’s responding to her, she knows it’s her sexual attractiveness that’s aroused him, and she’s aware of her own body’s responsiveness and sexual excitement.

Even though it hurts, she doesn’t want him to stop.

Despite that residual pain, there’s growing pleasure, and every movement he makes sends little ripples of that pleasure washing through her body to feed that pool of molten heat at her center. She wants him to take her completely. She wants to surrender herself to him. She wants to satisfy him as a woman satisfies a man.

She wants him to have sex with her.

“Do you think I’m sexually aroused by you now, Fumiko-chan?” Johan grunts.

“Hai ... hai,” Fumiko sobs as she feels him moving. Her eyes gaze up at him, full of unspoken questions. How much more of his cock is there for her to take? How much more of him can she take? What will it feel like when all of him is inside her? Will it still hurt?

I’m a little sad, knowing she’s lost her virginity, her hymenal membrane ruptured and torn. Such an innocent girl. So sweet, so pure. She’s the sort of girl who deserves to lose her virginity romantically. A candlelit dinner, a slow and gentle seduction, gentle caresses, and at last, making love with her lover. She deserves all that, but instead she’s been drugged into heightened sexual responsiveness and she’s got Johan, who’s going to break her in and make an expensive fourteen year old whore of her.

An exclusive whore. A beautiful whore. An expensive whore. But still, a whore, a sex slave, there to be fucked by whoever pays Johan her going rate. God, I’d pay for her myself if I was a guy, and my sex pulses hotly at the thought. Not as hotly as I’m sure Fumiko Suematsu’s no longer virginal sex is pulsing and spasming on Johan’s cock where he’s inside her now.

“Ugghhhhhh.” That pain is fading. He’s enormous inside her, thick pressure against her tightly clasping channel walls, her entrance stretched around his girth like a rubber band but already it’s no longer painful as he moves, and the friction of his movements is exquisite sensation where he enters her now.

“Ugghhhhh,” Fumiko groans again, her body reacting of its own accord.

Johan pauses inside her, not moving as she bucks beneath him, letting her move herself, that buck driving her a little further onto him, bringing him a little taste of paradise, and his facial expression says that’s what he’s experiencing. The paradise of a tight virginal teenage pussy. Fumiko Suematsu’s tight little fourteen year old pussy.

Fumiko Suematsu’s virginity is gone.

“Uhuhuhuhuh,” Fumiko gasps, gazing blindly up at him, and I know exactly how she feels.

I remember how it felt, and seeing her face, seeing the way she’s reacting, I’m so aroused myself, and my nipples ache, my sex is wet and I think I’m even more aroused than Fumiko Suematsu, just from watching this. All I’m wearing is an old t-shirt, and it peels off as easily as Fumuki Suetmatsu’s panties did. Now I can watch, one hand teasing my sex, the other teasing my nipple, and with that next moan of Fumiko Suematsu’s, I moan with her, imagining myself where she is, on my back, Johan there, his cock entering me, about to take me.

I can’t help wondering how good it would be with Johan. I can’t help thinking about taking Fumiko myself either. Taking her the way Johan is, taking her the way I’m going to take Akiko Harada tomorrow evening, and I’d give anything to have Akiko Harada here with me now, but now what I have is Fumiko Suematsu on my LCD, almost close enough to reach out and touch, but I can’t touch her, so I touch myself instead, one hand cupping one boob, my thumb brushing my nipple as the fingers of my other hand tease my sex.

I’m wet. As wet as I imagine Fumiko Suematsu is, and fingers aren’t enough. My dildo, my favorite, the big one that maybe I’ll use on Akiko sometime, but not tomorrow night, is on the couch and I pick it up, I hold it, press it against myself and ease it into me slowly, just the head, shivering as I feel myself stretched around it, the way Fumiko Suematsu’s virgin pussy is stretched around Johan’s cockhead.

Unlike Fumiko Suematsu, I’m used to being stretched. Now I am, anyhow, but back when I was her age, fourteen, I was like her. Maybe not innocent and sweet the way Fumiko Suematsu was, up until Johan coaxed her into his apartment, but I was a virgin, like her, up until that boyfriend back then took care of that, and I remember that first heart-stopping moment as his cock penetrated me and then had its way with me. Hard. He took me hard that first time. Harder than Johan is taking Fumiko Suematsu.

Johan’s about to have his way with Fumiko Suematsu and I shudder, half with remembered pain and pleasure, half with sickly excited anticipation as I wait, watching, licking lips that are now dry, my sex pulsing with liquid heat around the head of my dildo.

Is Fumiko Suematsu pulsing with liquid heat around the head of Johan’s cock?

From that expression on her face, I’m almost confident that she is.

That cocktail of drugs and alcohol has seen to that.

Fumiko Suematsu is enjoying this.

Worse, so am I.

Johan still has her hands pinned to the sheets on which she lies, pinned above her head, and his body has her body pinned. His hips flex, just a little, lifting, his cock sliding inside her, easing back a little. Fumiko’s eyes widen, her lips part, she gasps almost silently at that unaccustomed sensation within her body, that slight slide frictioning against her sex and her hypersensitive labia where she’s stretched around his girth.

A gentle frictioning movement that sends pleasure frissoning through her body. A new and intense pleasure she’s barely been aware that she can experience until now. She experiences it again as his hips lower slowly, easing his cockhead a little further up inside her, stretching her around him, sliding up a little deeper before pausing.

Fumiko’s eyes open wide, her lips part, her head arches back, her hands clutch at his, her back arches upwards against him, her knees clutch at him convulsively, and watching, I know she’s feeling that movement inside her. Feeling that thickly thrusting cockhead with every iota of her mind and her body, and I know those thoughts, those sensations filling her mind as if they’re my own.

His cockhead stretches her around him. It’s enormous, stuffing her enormously inside. It’s so hard, a steel bar of rigid male flesh. Fumiko’s panting gasps say oh fuck it’s so big it’s so big it’s so big and she’s so stretched around his thickness where he’s entered her and she can feel him inside her, penetrating her, a thick spear of rigid male flesh that’s impaling her and there’s an awareness now that this is what she is for...

Johan pauses inside her, releasing her hands, lifting himself up on outstretched arms, holding himself still, breathing hard as he looks down at her. The camera looks down at her too, naked on that black sheet, Johan huge above her, his thighs forcing her long slender legs wide apart.

The camera zooms in slowly, focusing first on her face, strained, wide-eyed, lips parted, sweat beading across her forehead, her small firm breasts heaving as she pants for breath. Her hands remain lying on the sheet above her head. There’s no resistance, no struggle in her, only acquiescence and surrender. Her body has not yet surrendered completely to Johan, but there’s no fight in her at all. None. Only acceptance. That drug and alcohol cocktail has stripped away her inhibitions and those constraints that have always bound her. Underneath those inhibitions and constraints, there are those pent up desires that have now been released.

Fumiko wants this. She wants to be a bad girl. She wants sex. She wants to be taken and used by a man and somehow she knows what she is for. What her body is for.

The camera continues to work down her body, a closeup of one of her small boobs, her taut flat stomach, her narrow waist, her pubic hair, wetly flattened against her skin, and then, at last, her delicate sex and their joining. Johan’s cock, huge, as thick as one of Fumiko Suematsu’s wrists, swollen blue veins across the surface, a rigid shaft of male flesh entering her body, filling that gap at the juncture of her slender thighs, Fumiko’s labia, pink, swollen, stretched around that girth where he protrudes from her, her wetness seeping from her to glisten on his swollen skin, a little blood on her, visible evidence of her now lost virginity.

“Uggghhhh,” she groans again, a shuddering tremor wracking her body, her hips jerking slightly, moving her sex on him in a helpless reaction to that thick intrusion within her.

Johan lowers himself back down onto her slowly, his hands recapturing hers as his chest crushes down on those small firm boobs, his mouth taking possession of hers and kissing her, long and slow, dominating her mouth as his large and muscular body dominates her petite and slender fragility. Her mouth surrenders to him, and Fumiko loses herself in that kiss. Loses herself in the weight of his body on hers, and the limp surrender her helplessness encourages.

Her knees once more clasp at his ribs, her feet rest against his hips, and those hips once more lift a little, easing his cockhead outwards, thick friction against her channel walls, slow thick slide though her entrance until his glans drags at her entrance where she’s clasped around him like a rubber band.

“Ughhhh,” she groans, and then...

“Nuughhhh,” she groans again, bucking a little, hands clutching at his as he eases himself inwards without any pause, penetrating a little further, stretching her a little deeper, that huge plum-sized cock-head stretching the walls of her channel remorselessly as he pushes a little further up inside her sex.

“Oh yeah, you want my cock, don’t you, Fumiko-chan?” Johan murmurs, enjoying himself.

“Ooohhhhhh,” Fumiko cries out, her head arching back even further. He’s moving, thrusting, easing back, thrusting again, sliding his cock infinitesimally further inside the clasping slippery vice of her sex with every movement.

Watching, I’m enjoying myself to, mimicking those movements of Johan’s with my dildo, easing it deeper, feeling it stretch me inside as I squeeze my sex down on it, moaning softly to myself as I imagine I’m Fumiko, pinned beneath Johan, taking his big hard cock for the very first time. I imagine I’m where Johan is, breaking Fumiko in, feeding Fumiko my strap-on, and I shiver with pleasure at the thought.

“Uhhhhhh,” Fumiko groans as Johan eases back until only the head of his cock remains inside her, and when he pauses, her delicate entrance clamped around his girth, I can see the red-stained evidence of her ruptured hymenal membrane coating his shaft and her swollen pussy-lips.

Fumiko Suematsu’s cherry has been popped. Her virginity has been taken from her. Johan knows. He smiles, enjoying this. Enjoying Fumiko the way no other man ever will. For the first time. A time Fumiko Suematsu will never experience again. Johan will give her back to me. I’ll return her to her parents. That Clinic can give her a new hymen, but no-one can ever give her back this moment in time, this first time she experiences a man within her body, possessing her. This moment should be one of romance, of love, of shy and inexperienced pleasure, but instead, she’s being used. She doesn’t know that now, but eventually she will, and its a memory she will have for the rest of her life.

“Hhhuuuunnnnhhhhhh.” She groans again, long and low, lost in the moment of that next slow slide inwards, lost in the sensations of that enormous presence that’s now easing even higher inside her, stretching her channel remorselessly around his thickness, forcing her body to adapt, pushing deeper and higher with every little movement.

“Uggghhhhh.” She arches again in momentary relief as he eases himself outwards. Over half his cock is making its way inside her now with every thrust and I watch as he eases back into her, his cock slowly sinking half its length into her before he reaches that last point of his deepest penetration. He slows a little, grunts as he pushes. Fumiko bucks, she cries out, and her channel has taken another fraction of an inch of his cock.

I groan myself in sympathy as I ease my dildo inwards. It’s my biggest and while it’s not stretching me the way Fumiko Suematsu is being stretched, it’s doing a good simulation and I groan again, panting.

“This is what happens to bad girls who sexually arouse a man and make his cock hard, Fumiko-chan,” Johan grunts, pausing his movements inside her, holding himself still, no doubt enjoying the slick vice-like grip her tight little cunt has on the half of his cock that’s inside her. “This what men do to girls who arouse them sexually.”

“Ugghhhhhhh.” Fumiko groans, little feet kicking at the air above his back. “Uggghhhhh.”

She’s experiencing some momentary relief as those steady movements within her sex cease. Now there’s no movement, only his presence, only that solid thickness inside her, that steady pressure against her channel walls, a fullness that draws the strength from her body, leaving her limp and acquiescence, wanting those movements, wanting that exquisite friction where she’s now so sensitive.

“Ohhhhhhh,” she whimpers, her body relaxing, taut muscles loosening at the cessation of those steady thrusts, her sex spasming on that shaft inside her, massaging it, sensing its shape within her body, feeling those contours as her channel adapts to this male presence within her body.