Megumi
by RickSands
Copyright© 2025 by RickSands
Erotica Sex Story: A young man's visit to his grandparents takes a wrong turn and leads him to a questionable if life altering sexual encounter with a young woman
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Oriental Female .
I was doing a mid-paced run in the late morning sun. Not from being a masochist so much as to escape the stresses of daily life. Damn influencers on screen make it all seem so easy, but sometimes life just doesn’t live up to the promises and running is a good way to escape and get back to myself.
Checked my vitals as I exited some nameless half-finished housing development before walking the short side road to my grandparents’ place. Info went straight from my wristband to my phone and it was easy to review, from number of steps to heartbeat and time to get from A to B.
To tell the truth, I hated running. Hated most exercise just for the sake of exercise. Only did it to clear my head, stay fit, and make my minimal five-nine frame look good when I tried getting a girl to go out with me. My biggest problem was that I was clean shaven and thin, and while my running and workouts and well-toned muscles didn’t hurt, my job as a graphic artist didn’t pay all that well. I also never found my simple life or abused yet still capable car to be of any interest to college girls or working women, all looking for a man who could splurge on wild evenings out or support a family.
The run had been only two miles up a slight incline but I was still sweating in the summer heat. Finished my small bottle of water, did some post-run stretches, and trudged up a short path to the newly finished planned community my grandparents lived in.
It was an odd twist of fortune for me to go to a college two states away and yet wind up working at a brick and mortar graphics studio in a small city not far from where my parents had grown up. Then my grandparents moved into their new place, just a five minute drive from where I rented an apartment.
They’d recently sold their home of 30 years and downsized into this community of pre-fab duplexes everybody called townhouses. It was nice being able to enjoy my grandmother’s occasional meal and even her leftovers. Yet I would have been more happy for them to set up shop in Arizona or Florida so that I could visit during the cold months. The final decision was made when my grandfather continued working part-time at his same place of business. Maybe they’ll make Florida in another ten years.
Shook those thoughts from my head as I walked across the grassy incline to their home. Only six months since they’d moved in and bits of old concrete and even nails could still be seen in the poorly watered strip of lawn this section of the community shared.
Up the back steps, through the laundry area, and then into the kitchen where I expected to see my grandmother preparing lunch. Took two steps to the kitchen sink and splashed water onto my face. No towel on the rack where it normally was, but on turning around I saw one neatly folded on the counter that separated the kitchen from the front room.
Upon drying my face, I first noticed something odd in how the house smelled. Not bad, but certainly different. Then the many notes and decorations on the refrigerator. I remembered my grandmother wanting everything to be stainless steel and this one was white.
With a quick turn on my heel, I looked over the counter into the front room. Gone was the big recliner and flatscreen, the corner before me having only two small padded chairs with a table between them.
Wrong house. Not hard to confuse homes in such a cookie-cutter development, but I was still appalled at the mistake. My first thought was to escape before somebody shot me for trespassing. My second thought was to stand still and stare at the person lying on the sofa at the other end of the room.
A woman or girl, head on the far armrest and facing the back. She was staring at her phone, engrossed in something on the screen. But none of that was what froze me in place.
The girl was wearing only a long thin pullover emblazoned with different colored cats, but it had been hiked up over her hips, which allowed me to see everything going on between her pure white thighs.
The crotch of her light blue panties had been stretched to the side, giving me a clear view of the black pubic hair and puffy pink lips of flesh the girl’s fingers were exploring. Not so much exploring as attacking, two fingers going knuckles deep into her vagina, over and over in an irregular pattern.
I watched for a full minute, engrossed in how the girl would push in quickly for a dozen thrusts, then somewhat slower, her fingers seeming to curl and pull back before returning to the thrusts. This last set of moves, deep and fast, produced a slight but noticeable sucking sound. The sound of sex, of a woman having very wonderful things being done to her.
Accompanying the wet sounds of sexual passion going on between her legs I could hear faint high-pitched noises, like whines or yelps, the woman’s vocal sounds being matched with her hips and firm ass and all the rest of her body moving and jerking on the sofa. It was a symphony of sound and a dance of desire, a private if most deviant scene of sexual excess I had no right to be witness to.
I should have immediately turned and left, but still I remained in place, completely transfixed by the incredibly sexual act being played out before me. The sight of the girl, the small woman, the beautiful feminine form, laying there and giving herself pleasure, was too mesmerizing to just walk away from.
Perhaps, also, I could not leave because the monster had taken me over. It had been weeks since I’d had a date, more than a month since a woman had given me the joy of lying with her, and perhaps a week since I’d bothered with the very frustrating act of releasing my sexual tension into the bathroom sink. More than anything at that instant I wanted sex. I wanted that girl.
Yes. A girl, or a young woman at most. Small, delicate, and as white as the purest marble. Her long black hair hung down well beyond her neck and to the floor, her short frame and legs easily able to pull upon and stretch down the length of the sofa. If just a girl, then a forbidden fruit for me, one year out of college, but I couldn’t resist. All decisions were made, the die cast, my soul sold to a lustful demon. Without a thought of what I was doing, yet knowing full well what I intended to do, I slipped off my shoes and quietly walked toward the prone but passionate body that lay before me.
The carpet quieted my movement, and as I kneeled behind the girl she still had no idea of my presence. If anything, she was increasingly preoccupied with the action going on between her thighs. One knee up, legs wide and butt pushed back to the edge of the cushions, her black forested, pink lips of flesh that made up the whole of her vulva only inches away and easy for me to make out in detail.
The exposed labia were wet, the valley of soft pink flesh held within her thighs filled with liquid being made good use of by the girl’s increasingly active fingers. A rivulet or two of liquid excitement had made their way down the lower thigh and firm round ass cheek of the girl, ending where the fabric of the sofa rose to hold her in an embrace.
The overt sexual allure of the girl’s crotch was broken only by the long white fingers she was using to enthusiastically fuck herself into a heightened state of sexual frenzy. The wet sucking sound had increased, as had the speed of her fingers, and though I could make out sounds coming from the girl’s phone and screen, I was more taken by the soft whimpering she was making on her own.
She was so beautiful. Her face so delicate, but as I listened to the sounds of sex and took in her delicate physical form, I was able to see that a portion of the pull-over shirt had also slipped down, allowing her upper breast to break free of the simple cloth covering. Not large but a handful, the flesh rising up in a symmetrical mound and topped with a light brown areola and rigid nipple. This is when I noticed the girl was heaving, breathing heavily, her eyes still on the screen of the phone she held in her spare hand.
The fact that I had yet to be noticed kneeling on the rug behind her was a good indication of how absorbed she was in the fantasy that had the girl opening her legs and fucking herself with such a vengeance.
I was taken over by the lusty sex this girl had drawn me into, but I knew I had to act quickly.
I had no plan other than to crush the girl under my much larger body and force my raging hard dick inside of her well exercised and needy pussy. Raw sex at its most grotesque. I wanted her, but the idea of such an overt physical rape of the girl repelled me.
Instead of just sex, a simple fuck of the girl while filling her with my seed and taking her as mine, I wanted to enjoy her. How? My mind was confused but I certainly knew I wanted to share more with the girl than a moment of violence and a forced exchange of sexual fluids.
It would have been so easy to just pull the girl’s fine ass back and impale her sweet vaginal sheath on my ever demanding cock. I wanted that so badly, but another part of me intervened, insisting that I take and enjoy all the pleasure I could from the female form before me. The girl deserved some warning, some idea of what was about to be done by this crazed man who had yet to even see her full face.
With that delusion in mind, I slipped one hand under her raised knee and pulled up while my other hand pulled the girl’s lower thigh up and out. With her thighs held tight in my hands, I raised her ass up while opening her crotch for easy use. This allowed me to pull her firm butt into my stomach while I lowered my lips to taste of the vaginal secretions that had been flowing from within her.
It wasn’t quite as easy as I make it seem. With the first touch the girl let out a yelp and raised her head, followed by a scream as her body turned into a whirlwind. Her legs kicked, her hands pummeled me, but with considerable patience and all of my strength I pulled her tight into where I was kneeling before the low sofa. My hands pulled her legs over my shoulders, essentially turning the girl upside down and, most opportunely, allowing her long shirt to fall down to her chin and fully expose her breasts.
They were beautiful, white orbs of desire, but I had to ignore them for the time being.
I immersed my face within the hot slick liquids that flowed within the girl’s thickly furred lower lips. It was an easy thing for my lips and teeth to gain purchase of her distended clitoris. Even as I made a space for my face within the warm folds of her engorged labia, my hands were busy blocking her ineffectual fists. In only seconds I had control of her arms and had pulled them back, trapping her. Her feet and legs remained active, but I didn’t worry about those.
My mind was taken with the taste of the girl. I sucked and nibbled and tongued and sucked and swallowed, my entire mouth dedicated to immersing myself in the girl’s most forbidden realm. Her clitoris was swollen enough for me to trap between my teeth, my tongue lashing the stiff button as I sucked and swallowed and nibbled in a vain hope to give the girl pleasure. For minutes I ignored the girl, holding her prisoner as I drank from the cup of nectar between her thighs. She was so delicious, her fluids brimming over and flowing from within this black forested valley, and I found myself being overtaken by the scent and feel and taste of her womanhood.
Then I realized she had stopped shouting in mixed English and another language, and her bare beautiful white legs had ceased trying to kick a hole in my back.
And so I took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of her sex, and releasing one of her hands, I pulled the bits of shirt away from her face. Looking down, beyond her flat stomach and two firm white breasts and into her face, I gave a long suck and another loving kiss and lash of my tongue to her clitoris and spoke to her.
“You are so delicious. So beautiful and delicious. I could drink you for breakfast and never need another meal for the rest of the day You taste of flowers and nectar and all that is wonderful in the world. You are so delicious to me.”
And this beautiful girl looked up at me, where my chin rested within her feminine folds, and even while she continued to gasp for breath, she narrowed her eyes and said, in a quizzical sort of way: “Delicious?”
She spoke softly, asking a question while repeating my word. I was unsure if she understood what I had said or meant. Her voice filled my mind, feeling out the thick accent behind the single word of English. There was also a slur to the middle portion of the word, as though it was difficult for her tongue and mouth to form and enunciate. Then she said more words but in another language which I suddenly recognized as Japanese.
Of course Japanese. The writing on a card affixed to the refrigerator, the small teapot on the counter, and the large painting above the sofa all indicated their owner to be Japanese. My work in graphic arts had brought a lot of Asian and in particular Japanese culture into both classwork and research assignments. So there before me, I had trapped a young Japanese woman. Small, delicate, and lovely in a way I had no words to describe. Her oval eyes, cute nose, small mouth with full lips. All part of a face I was immediately drawn to.
With my eyes maintaining contact with the girl’s own wide black ovals, my tongue slipped into her hot bubbling hole a few more times, followed by my mouth giving a quick nibble and kiss to her clitoris. Her mouth opened, eyes wide in seeming disbelief.
I slowly lowered myself, crushing the girl’s body onto herself, until her knees came close to her shoulders and her open crotch was but inches above her disbelieving face. I smiled when a few drops from her overflowing slit fell and landed on her pale cheek. Then I stretched myself over and down to kiss the girl, releasing a small amount of her very own liquid lust into her mouth. A light tongue to her lips followed by more light kisses, and to my utter joy I felt her tongue touch mine.
My tongue reached in, my lips sucking on that first delicate inch of her tongue, and as she retreated from my mouth, I looked into her eyes and said again, “Delicious. You are delicious.”
Retreating from her, I raised my larger form and allowed her back to straighten. Against all of my physical urges I took five seconds to remove my shirt, and then more seconds to enjoy the sensation of rubbing my hairy chest against the girl’s bare ass cheeks. Then another minute of tasting the juices streaming from the girl’s forbidden garden of sexual delight, using my tongue to again lap and suck at her clitoris before pulling away and giving long sloppy kisses to her inner thighs.
So beautiful and delicious, but my body was shaking from my own sexual need. Falling back on my heels, I pulled the girl’s open legs around my hips. Hands holding tight to her firm ass cheeks, I visibly shocked her when I pushed my throbbing boner through the length of her dripping wet slit and presented to her eyes the upper portion of the cudgel I intended to impale her on.
She saw, looking down past her heaving chest and into the black haired region between her legs. She first felt and then saw the fat hood of my intended weapon rise before her. The girl drew back, her eyes wide as though in terror. Dropping my hip, the tip of my cock descended back into her moist region of sexual pleasure only to rise again before her.
Higher this time, giving my intended prey a more complete view of everything I was about to fill her with. That’s when it became clear in her mind and she startled, releasing a gasp and trying to turn away. I held tight to her hips and reached out to grab one of her small hands. Then I pulled it down, forcing her long delicate fingers to wrap around a portion of my shaft.
To her disbelieving eyes, I again lowered my cock into her slit, our joined hands holding the sticky trunk of my dick tight within her own wet flesh. Then up, and I was gratified on releasing her hand to see the girl’s thumb feel the fat soft hood of my organ. For a few seconds her curiosity took over, her eyes intent as one finger pushed through the upper slit and played with the sticky precum that had been freely flowing since I first laid eyes on her.
It was then I began a simple rise and fall of my cock between her open thighs, both our hands pressing my hard length of flesh into her shimmering lips, special attention being given to her thin but long and very erect clitoris. That hard nub of hers sent a tingle of sensation through both cock and brain with every pass through her lips.
The girl’s slick and gleaming slit of pink flesh was so warm and the feel of her fingers on my cock so wonderful I almost climaxed right there. It was difficult to hold myself back, but some sick part of myself really enjoyed forcing this young girl to participate with me in this very intimate act of preparation for what was to come next.
Then I looked up from where I had been focused on her open thighs and saw her eyes were closed, mouth open and taking in deep breaths. She seemed overcome by our shared foreplay indicating that the girl was as ready as I was. It was time.
I pulled back and down, pulling my steel hard and throbbing dick down, away from the girl’s grasp and deeper into her beckoning flesh. Then I pushed in, playing the fat tip within her sacred region of sex and pleasure and forever joining our bodies together.
The quiet peace of our soft sexual connection was shattered. The girl finally realized what my intentions were and the role she was going to play in my selfish drive to achieve completion inside of her very private feminine space. With a sharp yelp her eyes flew wide and her hands tried to push me back as her legs again tried to kick me away. Impossible. The taste and scent and sight and sounds of the girl had taken me over and I couldn’t possibly leave without having all of her.
For a moment I had her, a good portion of my dick pushing inside of her, out and in a little deeper, tasting what my tongue had enjoyed just a short while before. It was wonderful, but only for a moment. Sharp loud shrieks and unintelligible words filled the room, and the wild gyrations of her hips and legs finally forced her ass cheeks from my hands. In a second she had turned, her body free from my grasp as her knees fell to the carpeted floor.
Putting a knee up on the sofa she perhaps hoped to escape my intended assault, but it was nothing for me to reach out and grab her open thighs and pin her down. Her head turned, her face contorted with a wild look of perhaps fear or maybe even expectation. She knew but could not comprehend and was only waiting for the act to give her all the answers she needed.
Pulling her thighs wide, pushing one knee onto the sofa and holding the other on the floor, I crushed my hips and hard demanding cock into her crotch. I could feel the thickness of her pubic hair and the warm mounds of wet flesh my cock was pressed within. It all felt so welcoming and it seemed only right for me to pull back on my hips and lever the fat hood of my cock back into the girl’s inviting hole.
Again an explosion ripped through her body, the girl’s words and actions obviously disagreeing with my entrance inside of her. But restraint was easy, and as soon as I felt the full width of my cock engulfed within the tight confines of her vaginal walls, I simply lay on her body, crushed her small frame into the sofa cushions, and pushed further in.
The girl’s high-pitched words, or perhaps curses, changed to a long low guttural moan as ever more of my cock took up residence inside of her. With one of her knees on the sofa and her thighs forced wide by my own legs and hips, I had easy access to her forbidden realm. Pushing deeper into her wasn’t too difficult, but the girl was tight. Wet, slick, incredibly hot, but each push of my crotch into her ass gained me only another inch inside of her.
With each gentle thrust I paused, basking in her wet warmth, overwhelmed with the feeling of her flesh embracing my member. More wonderful than pushing into her was the act of pulling back, her hot slick flesh seeming to suck and hold tight to my cock, as though unwilling to release me. The girl’s pussy was unlike any other I’d ever had the joy of fucking. I went slow, enjoying every moment, doing my best to hold back my raging lust while trying to prolong the novel experience of being with and within the girl.
Over and over, back and forth, until I finally pushed against something I knew to be the end of her sexual sheath. I pushed in a little deeper, the tip of my cock feeling out the girl’s vaginal depth, and knew I couldn’t go much further without hurting her.
No matter. Most of my cock had been sucked into her, embraced by her feminine folds, and just then all I needed was a nice long fuck. I took up my favorite sexual posture, pumping into the girl from behind with one hand massaging her tits and the other low to hold her tight while fingering her clitoris.
I started with a simple fuck of the girl, humping my hips and making use of the girl with my hard and needy cock. Not too deep, but deep enough and long, back and forth, impaling the girl on my masculine tool and letting her know she was mine and couldn’t escape.
Not that I was worried about that. She remained crushed beneath me, her eyes closed, face covered in perspiration, her mouth open and gasping for breath, low moans escaping from her throat. She looked beautiful, her body so vulnerable, and that only made me want her that much more.
After a few minutes of good standard fucking, I rested, slowly pushing in until my balls were crushed into the girl’s fine round ass. Perfect. She was the perfect fit for me, and so incredibly tight. If not for the hot slick secretions I’d been suctioning from within her depths, I doubted that I’d be able to pull myself out of her.
For a change, I pulled back, almost completely out of the girl, and then began a completely different fuck. Faster and much more shallow, pulling the hood of my cock out of her tight hole before inserting it again. Just a few inches, back and forth, puncturing the girl’s twat perhaps twice a second in an active act of sexual violence I was sure would give us both pleasure.
I really got into that. Hips held back, knees wide, an arm leaning onto the girl’s sweaty back as I hammered her vaginal gate like a demon. The nasty sucking sound of my cock going in and out of her became my focus, reminding me of the same sounds her fingers had made when she was fucking herself with her fingers.
The rhythm took me over and for a long moment I lost myself in the passion of sex and love with a beautiful woman. I kissed her hair and nibbled on her ear. I massaged her breasts, giving light squeezes to each of her nipples. My lower hand continued to finger her clitoris, two fingers rubbing up and down and around in a simple pattern. And I fucked the girl, whispering out simple terms of nasty endearment while my cock continued its lusty rampage.
I was into it, loving the girl, and was just thinking of changing my tempo and giving in to the rising heat taking over my cock when the girl erupted. Her voice had changed, long low moans becoming more guttural and yet higher in pitch. Then the explosion, starting with loud cries, the girl’s face contorting as her vocalizations filled the house. At the same time one of her hands flew back and began slapping my side and her hips began thrusting back into me. My shallow fuck ended as she forced her hips back, the girl’s pussy engulfing almost the entire length of my cock as she fucked me with a vengeance.
The eruption of sound and physical violence lasted only a minute, maybe less, before the girl collapsed into the cushions I’d trapped her on. Her hand had pushed between her legs and held my fingers tight, clasped together and preventing me from doing any more between her legs. I could feel the increased wetness between her thighs and as we rested for those seconds, I could even feel a thin rivulet of liquid escaping from her to cover our enjoined hands.
It was obvious the girl had experienced an orgasm. That made me happy, but my mind was most taken with the girl’s face. Her body was shaking and shivering and jerking, her hips still moving back in a slow jerking fuck of the cock that took up most of her vaginal sheath. But her face was crying, tears flowing from her eyes, her mouth contorted as though in pain and releasing low wails of sadness. Then a few more jerks of her body and she was still, collapsed into the sofa, her eyes still closed as her chest heaved and her small mouth gasped for breath.
I was happy for the girl, my abilities as a lover being verified by her physical reaction to my selfish claim to her young body. Her vocal cries and tears mystified me, but more important was my own need for completion. Her frantic fuck, hips shoving back and fucking me with a fury few other women had ever shown me, had really heated up the tip of my cock. Just then, with the girl coming down from her own sexual high, I was most in need of completing my mission and claiming her as mine for life.
Pulling my weight off of her back, I used both hands to stretch her thighs wide and crush my crotch into her firm white ass cheeks. My cock was warm and ready for a finish within the girls much warmer and very succulent interior. Looking down I could see rivulets of liquid flowing down her thighs, evidence of her own orgasm.
I broke character and did something I normally didn’t do, slapping the girl’s ass while fucking her slick wet hole with a couple of thrusts. She let out a high pitched squeal and her head rose but quickly settled back into the couch. Another slap, not too hard, not with any mean intent, followed by a few more thrusts. I did that another perhaps a half-dozen times, just trying to enjoy my last moments of sexual connection with the girl before the final mad finish.
My two hands easily lifted the girl’s hips and ass, even raising her knees off the carpet and I began my final assault. She was hot and lush and wet and ready, and having just felt her snatch warm and coat my cock with a flood of her own slick secretions, I knew it was my turn for the ultimate in sexual fulfillment.
With a knee up on the sofa, the direction my dick into the girl changed a bit. Still in and deep, but more down this time, like I was literally trying to nail the girl to the sofa. One hand up to hold her neck down, another to continue feeling her tits, and I really began pounding into her.
I was into it, and putting so much energy into pushing down and then deep into the girl’s twat that at one point my foot slipped from where I’d positioned it on the carpet. That made me move a hand down to her ass, holding myself up as I continued the fuck.
But even that became too exhausting, my body slowly collapsing onto her bare back. Then the fire began to burn in my cock and I could just feel the muscles in my balls begin to tighten, a sure sign I was about to unleash a good load of boiling hot cum into the girl’s twat.
In that last minute dash, I was so overtaken with the cresting wave of orgasm that I found myself kissing and even biting the neck of the girl while pulling her thighs, my crotch slapping into her ass with every deep thrust. She yelped and started giving off high pitched moans and I feared that I was being too violent in my use of her body. But then a loud squeal, her body contorting, arms slapping back and her ass once again rising to meet my descending cock.
I would have been happy for the girl, but I was too overtaken with my own orgasm. Collapsing onto her writhing body, I began grinding my crotch into her ass, moving with her as the fire took me over and my balls erupted, releasing long hot jets of semen inside of her.
I groaned, said some most indelicate things about the girl’s cock-sucking pussy, but louder was her reaction to the feel of my releasing no small amount of my masculine seed into her young and fertile womb.
She had been coming down from her climax, her moans low, released in a soft stuttering way as she tried to breathe. Then my arrival and the sudden filling of her feminine vessel with everything a man cares about. Her head lifted as though in surprise, eyes and mouth wide, her mind obviously intent on the many pulsing jets of cum I was filling her with. And while I was overtaken with the joy of the orgasm, her body shook, long shuddering moans matching the throbbing of my balls.
I didn’t care, too focused on making sure my cock was forced as deep into her as I could push it, balls pressed into her ass, and one hand up to hold tight to one of her firm young breasts. For a couple of minutes I lay there, my full weight on the naked girl, aware of only the gentle throbbing of my softer and very satisfied cock as it rested within her warm flesh. Then her scent, her breath, and the feel of our sweat mixing just as well as our most precious bodily fluids were joining together deep within her loins. It took that long for me to finally catch my breath and turn my head to see the girl staring at me.
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