Chinatsu Kuriki is by all accounts a precocious child. She's extremely quick to learn, always curious about what's around her, and very attentive. I distinctly remember her immediately being able to pronounce my name after 3 tries when I first met her a few months ago, and she's never gotten it wrong since.
My friend Lando teaches at her school and says she is one of the few in her class who is always happy to read the sentences the main teacher gives her. She also excels at other subjects apparently, and is always happy to show other students what to do.
This eagerness to learn also has her asking many questions, sometimes to the point of being slightly annoying. It's very cute though, to see her try to understand something that's not quite yet within her grasp.
She doesn't ask the questions related to sex or nudity though, unlike some of her classmates who can be influenced by older siblings, or who watch too much TV completely unsupervised.
Her questions are much more along the lines of "How do you say this in English?" Or "Do you have Yuzu in your country?"
At least when I'm there. I'm sure with other people and other environments she has many different questions. But today I was completely prepared to answer a ton of questions. After all, the typhoon was slowly approaching. I was sure to get a bunch of questions about winds, typhoons and why they're called hurricanes where I'm from by cyclones elsewhere and typhoons here in Japan. I was also very much ready to spring some knowledge on her that the word typhoon came from Japanese. Or Chinese? I was ready to say Japanese, I don't have to have all the answers.
So when I arrived that afternoon at 4 to help prepare dinner with the Kurikis, I was slightly surprised to see Chinatsu soaking wet, playing outside with the dog.
"Hi Chinatsu! Why are you outside?? It's raining, you're already so wet! You're going to get everything dirty inside!"
"It's okay, mom and dad are coming back late! I can just go take a bath!"
"What do you mean they're coming back late?"
"The ferry is arriving at 6 instead of 4! Want to play with Kuro?"
The small shiba inu was yapping and wagging his tail around Chinatsu, tugging at her shirt.
"Alright let's get you both inside and dry. You'll catch a cold if you stay outside and then your mom won't be happy with me."
"Okay…"
"Hold on I'll go get some towels."
I returned to the scene of the crime to find a dripping Chinatsu still playing with Kuro under the entrance overhang.
"Come on, help me dry her."
We both sat down next to each on the porch as the wind and rain slowly dies down and I handed a still excited Chinatsu a towel. She happily started fluffing up Kuro while I started patting down her long black hair with the second towel.
Looking back, the signs were there.
I was staring at her silky skin. Beads of water pearling up on arms and cheeks weren't so much rain as I originally thought, but sweat that kept forming even after I gently pressed the towel against her. I could clearly see the tiny white tank top underneath her yellow shirt, and was trying to catch a peek at more from her side while she was nonchalantly drying up a happy Kuro. My legs were pressed against hers, as we were both drying the ball of cuteness next to us.
For some reason, I wanted to take her in my arms, but I also knew that somehow, this time would feel wrong. It wouldn't be the courteous hugs she would give me the first few times we had met during barbecues or hikes. Touching her wouldn't be like the playful games of tag we did in the river last month.
Something else was bubbling up inside me and I could feel it slowly rise to the surface. My jeans slowly started feeling tighter as I brushed the towel against her youthful skin. Maybe that's where it all went wrong…
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Chinatsu slowly unzips my pants and looks down inquisitively at my underwear. It doesn't have any special patterns but I guess she expected to see something more than just a black bump behind my jeans. Now tied up in a small pony tail on the side, her hair falls lazily on my hip as she readjusts herself moving closer to me. I am happy her parents won't be back for another hour as the scene looks criminal.
Here I am sitting on her bed, surrounded by stuffed animals from a franchise I recognize from labels on her bag, all watching as she kneels on the floor in front of me with a hand on my leg and the other still trying to pull down the zipper even more.
"Are you okay?" I ask, as if any positive response would validate the situation.
"Yeah I'm okay." Chinatsu answers without a care in the world. Precocious as she is, she probably has no idea that this isn't a normal activity, and that if her parents knew, I would be barred from their house, and probably the country while we're at it.
Her left hand leaves my leg to reach the button on my jeans, and her fingers slowly graze against my member.
Holy shit. My arms holding me up on the bed tense up. I am so aroused, yet so nervous. It's my first time all over again, except this time I'm the adult. Chinatsu moves her hands back as she feels the little throb I couldn't contain, before getting back to trying to open the button.
"Let me help you. But remember, this is our little secret, and you can't tell anyone okay? It's just for you and me, and not anyone else."
"Yes!"
Enthusiastic consent. Perfect. She wants it, and I want it.
I unclasp the button on top of my jeans, and roll them down along with my underwear, completely forgetting I wanted to take things slow. What happened to the self control I pride myself in??
Chinatsu slightly pulls back as she sees my cock spring out from the boxer-briefs. A lewd jack in the box.
The stupid image vanishes almost instantly from my mind as it had arrived as I take in what I've just done. I'm a good man. I try to be a good man. I'm respectful of people, I try to help ones in need, but I'm not perfect. I've walked past charities ignoring what they've said sometimes. I've said I was busy even though I have plans. But all in all I'm still a good man.
But can a 30-year old man who shows his penis to a curious 8-year old child still be a good man?
"So in English, we call this a "penis.""
Chinatsu, still with her face inches away from it, looks intensely at my erection.
"It sounds like what adults say in Japanese!"
"Yes it's the same word. How do you say it in Japanese?" I ask, knowing full well the answer.
I just want to hear her say it. It feels like something about hearing her saying it would arouse me even more.
"Peepee"
Oh. Right. She's a third year elementary school student. Of course that's the word she would use.
"Of course. But this one is a big one, so use the word penis okay? I'll teach you more English words for it later."
"Penis." She says slowly, trying to adapt to my accent. What a quick learner.
I pulse again startling her.
"It moves!"
"Yes it does. I can move it sometimes. Want to feel it when I do?"
"Okay."
"Grab it with your hands."
The child reaches out with her left hand and barely clasps her fingers around it. I can barely feel them wrapped around my shaft, but I can definitely see it. I want to burn the image in my mind. This is bad. It's so good but it's bad.
But it could be even better. I slowly guide her wrist up and down but her fingers just slip with her lack of grip.
"You can grab tighter you know? It feels good."
"It feels good? How?"
"When you move it up and down it feels good."
"Why?"
"That's how men work. There are many ways to make men feel good. I will teach you more later."
One way to get Chinatsu to slow her barrage of questions is to delay them. While her curiosity isn't satisfied, she's learned that she will get the answers eventually. That's perfect because there is still more I want to teach her.
I gestured for her second hand to come over, and she slowly starts jerking me off awkwardly with both hands, still looking at the metronome moving slowly from left to right. It feels good, but more importantly it feels wrong. So wrong.
My friend's daughter is slowly jerking me off in her room, and all that can be heard in the house is my slow breathing. But that's not what we were trying to do in the first place.
"And so what you were talking about, a blowjob, that's when you do the same movement, but with your mouth instead of your hands."
"Hmmmmm"
Of course, she's not surprised. She just saw it 10 minutes ago on the tablet right next to me, and that might not have even been her first time witnessing it. Still the images couldn't be more fresh in her memory, of a girl deepthroating a man.
"It might be hard to put it all in your mouth, but try licking it first? It will feel good too."
She continues running her hands on my cock for a few seconds, pondering the consequences of licking me.
I guess it wasn't much of an issue. Her curiosity winning out on the possible disgust of licking a body part she never sees, she places her hands on the floor and hesitantly moves forward with her tongue stuck out.
It's impossible for me to describe the euphoria of having her slowly lick the tip. It felt wet, slightly raspy, very slight, and yet I could definitely feel it. Her small tongue moving up and down my shaft. I place my hand on the side of her head and guide her as she seemingly gains in confidence. Her licks become longer and more pressed. Her pony tail falling on my leg as I tilt her head onto it to lick the side of my cock. Oh, it feels good. The ecstasy of doing something so wrong is doing so much work, eclipsing the fact that her awkward licking is not an amazing blowjob. I want to protect this memory.
In a flash of brilliance, I guide her left hand back on my member and make her jerk me off again at the same time, and then pull the camera up on the iPad with my two free hands.
"Look here!"
Chinatsu looks up at me as I press the shutter and seemingly forever seal my fate, and this image. Chinatsu is licking and stroking my cock, looking up at me from between my legs through her bangs, still in her yellow shirt and black shorts. Oh the indecency.
"Stop it's embarassing!"
"Keep going. It feels so good."
I gently push her head back to my crotch, and she starts licking again, putting her hands back on my leg, as if she were slowly enjoying an ice cream in this heart of summer. I bring the tablet back up and press and hold onto the shutter button for a quick video before putting it back to the side. That's enough of that.
"Chinatsu, it feels really good. Thank you. I might cum."
"To cum? What does that mean?" She says in her cute inquisitive voice. This girl will be the death of me.
"It's when it feels so good that for a man, it's when milk comes out. It's different for women, but I'll show you that next time."
"Milk? Is it like the milk at school?"
She continues asking questions as she jerks me off with both hands while I guide her and press them harder against my cock. I can feel myself getting closer.
"It's a little bit different. It's what the girl was showing at the end of the video. But you can drink it too. Do you want to try?"
Chinatsu looks hesitant. Her curiosity doesn't apparently extend to tasting foreign liquids.
"Okay, it can go in your mouth but if you don't like it, you can spit it out. But it makes me feel really good if you like it."
Little Chinatsu is also somewhat of a people pleaser. She nods meekly and agrees to the most outrageous thing I've ever done. I've heard of teachers laying hands on their students. Of pedophiles in rings scheming to abduct little girls and tortue them. Of parents forcing themselves on the children they've sworn to love and protect.
But this is different right? She's okay with this. She wants to learn, wants to grow up, and she wants to please a man she trusts. Nothing wrong with that right?
I try to convince myself as I move her small mouth over to the tip of my penis while my other hand keeps hers in rhythm. I really sense myself building up as I imagine that this will be something that sticks with her for the rest of her life. I will be her first cock, her first core memory of anything sexual. Lust takes over as I moan and unleash my seed into the girl's mouth.
So. Much. Semen. I don't think I've ever felt as good in my life. The most glorious and criminal orgasm I've ever had pushes me to the brink. 5 or 6 convulsions thrust me into her small mouth and I barely see the tears welling up for having something this big take her over.
As I come back to my senses, I notice that she coughed up everything onto my chest and shirt with her still panting trying to catch her breath. I immediately pat her head and back with my hands.
"It's okay, you did amazing Chinatsu! That was your first and you did so well, it felt so good."
She calms down and looks back up at me.
"Really? I did well?"
"Yes it's okay, you did well."
"The milk was too much…"
"That's okay, don't worry."
I look down at the amount of semen on my shirt. I'm going to have to put this in a bag and take it back home.
And then it hits me. Oh god
I just forced my dick into an 8 year old's throat. What the fuck did I just do. I start to panic while wiping my stomach with shirt. Oh god. Am I a pedophile? Am I going to get arrested? Am I going to go to jail? Get deported?
But I notice Chinatsu resting her head on my leg, seemingly tired from her first sexual encounter. So calm, not a worry in the world. So innocent.
Still panicking, I try to act calm.
What time is it? There's a chance I could have lost track of time. Her parents could be back any minute. I grab the tablet from behind me and look at the clock.
Relief floods over me. It's only 5:09. Still at least 30 minutes before her parents come over. I have to clean up, somehow create a believable story as to why I'm in my undershirt with my shirt in a bag ready to take back home. I also have to find a way for the parents to avoid noticing the lingering aroma of semen in the room.
"You did so well Chinatsu, it felt really good. But remember you can't tell anyone what we did. It's our little secret."
"Okay, I won't tell anyone."
And also apparently the smell of jizz on her breath too.
I wipe myself with my shirt and remove it, guiding her up to get her to the bathroom where she can wash her mouth and I can rinse my shirt. However, something feels wrong, and I notice very quickly. As I pull my underwear and pants up, I notice that I'm still hard as a rock, despite the earth-shattering orgasm I just had.
My mind races. 30 minutes before her parents come. Chinatsu's small lips around the tip of my shaft. Police cars surrounding my apartment. Chinatsu's beautiful black hair, somehow spared from the semen explosion that had just happened. Still somewhat wet clothes. 30 minutes. Still so hard.
I'm a good man, but I can be forgiven for a mistake lasting 30 more minutes right