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By Ginto
Natsume serves an important role in her rural village: Sexual relief.
A cool March breeze blew across the quiet farming village nestled on the northern tip of Yakuhime. Natsume’s legs dangled over the edge of the porch of her family’s small home, waiting. Only 2 weeks had passed since her 11th birthday, and with hard times falling on the family, her time to help out had come earlier than expected.
“Get up, Nastume, Mr. Hoshi’s almost here.” Her mother said from the kitchen, nearly drowned out by the sound of running water and dishes clinking.
“Remember what I dun told ya, be nice and do what he asks. Mr. Hoshi’s a good man.”
“Yes mama” Natsume sighed as she reluctantly stood up, wiping the dust from her black leggings and blue jean shorts.
A few minutes passed before the large frame of a man appeared down the road, a flicker of sunlight reflecting off his bald head surrounded by a greasy ring of jet black hair. He was a portly man, nearing what one would call fat, his belly jiggling as he would laugh. He smiled and wave heartily as he walked into the families front yard
“Ah, good to see ya, Kugo.” Her mother shouted from behind her as she appeared on the porch, wiping the suds from her water wrinkled hands.
“Same to y’all” He bellowed, hooking his thumbs into the straps of his dirty denim overalls, staring at Natsume.
“Ain’t gotta be shy, Natsume, go on.” Her mother whispered, giving her an encouraging push.
The little girl cautiously stepped down from the porch clutching at the hem of her pink t shirt nervously, walking towards the rotund man as he watched her every step.
“Golly gee you’ve gotten big. Remember when you’s this tall” He said, gesturing his hand a few feet off the ground with a laugh, admiring her long black hair and light blue eyes that shimmered in the afternoon sun.
“Have her back by breakfast tomorrow, shes got school, ya hear?” Natsume’s mother warned as she took one last glance, returning to washing the dishes.
Mr. Hoshi nodded and waved as he took Natsume by the hand, leading her back towards the street. The two walked hand in hand for half an hour in silence. His hands were slightly sweaty, still dirty from a day working in the earth, rugged and completely dwarfing her own. Occasionally the two would glance at each other, Mr. Hoshi flashing his usual friendly smile. The Hoshi’s lived closer to the village than Natsume and her family in a very small but quaint and warm farm house. The couple had never had children and with both being well into their 50s, chances were grim they ever would. Mrs. Hoshi slid open the front door as the two approached. Her hair was almost completely gray and her face beginning to wrinkle. At one point in time she might have been beautiful, but the wear of time and stress had taken its toll. Her plain green kimono was wrapped tight around her skinny and frail body as she forced a smile as her husband brought Natsume inside.
“Suppers almost ready.” She said meekly.
“Good to hear cuz I’m famished!” Mr. Hoshi laughed as he bee lined for the kitchen, letting go of Natsume’s hand.
“I’ve set a place for you too child, are you hungry?” The old woman smiled.
Natsume just shrugged, the nervousness of being away from home had her in no mood for eating.
“Well come on anyways.” The old woman sighed as she led Natsume to the table.
The kitchen was sparse and cramped, as was most the couples small dwelling, but comfortable. A small black and white TV sat on top of the counter across from the table where Mr. Hoshi had already sat down and helped himself to a heaping helping.
“Kugo, ya big oaf have some manners!” His wife shouted, chiding the man.
Like a dog caught chewing on something it shouldn’t be, Mr. Hoshi set his bowl of rice down in surrender. The two girls sat down, and with a short prayer for the meal, dug in. The supper was quiet and awkward for Natsume, the only sound Mr. Hoshi’s full mouth laughing at the TV. She caught a few stray glances from his wife, a strange and uncomfortable mix of disdain and pity. The meald dragged on for what felt like an hour before mr. Hoshi set his empty bowl down loudly with a clank as he stood up.
“Gonna go take a bath” He said as he walked away, “Set out the futon would ya?”
His wife sighed, looking again at Natsume with apologetic eyes.
“You gonna want a bath too?”
“No ma’am, I already dun’ had one ‘fore I came.” Natsume said shyly.
“All right child, well come with me and lets get the bedroom ready.”
The two walked quietly down the hall past the bathroom and the sloshing sounds of Mr. Hoshi bathing. The small bedroom sat at the far end of the house and like the kitchen was sparse but somehow still cramped. Mrs. Hoshi pulled the rolled up futon, spreading it out across the floor.
“Open that door over there to the shrine, child. He’ll wanna pray before.” She said as she worked, pointing to the far side of the room with her bony finger.
Dust flew as Natsume slid the small closet door open, sending her into a small coughing fit. Inside was an old wooden idol to the islands goddess of rice and fertility, Ukanomitama-no-Kami.
“Ya believe in all that, Natsume?” The woman scoffed.
Natsume as usual shrugged. She had grown up hearing the legends, understanding all too well the customs of the island, but ideas of gods and afterlifes and blessings were something an 11 year old girl just wasn’t interested in. Mr. Hoshi appeared only a minute later in a loose fitting floral yukata, fresh from his bath. Cleaned up and shaven he wasn’t far from being handsome, even for his age and rotund appearance. He smiled at the girls as he knelt down near the shrine, taking a prescription bottle full of blue pills and popping a few before praying.
“Bless us with overflowing bounty this season as tonight I sow my seed upon fertile fields.” Mr. Hoshi whispered in deep reverence before the shrine.
Mrs. Hoshi finished up setting the futon as she squeezed Natsume’s shoulder, giving her a kiss on the cheek before crawling under the covers. Behind her Mr. Hoshi stood, his erection raging under his robe. Natsume stepped back slightly, scared. He looked down and laughed.
“Now I dun’ talked to yer daddy, I know this ain’t the first one ya seen, ain’t no reason to be scared.” He chuckled.
He knelt down again in front of Natsume, pulling her pink tee over her head. Despite being in the early throws of puberty, Natsume’s chest was still mostly flat as a board, her pink nipples contrasting against her smooth pale skin. Hoshi pressed his face into her chest, kissing at her tummy and nipples greedily. His hand went down to the sash of his yukata, letting his belly and cock spill out. His gut was hairy and round, jiggling slightly as he reached further down to his cock, tugging at it as he kissed her small chest.
“Yer a little young fer this aint ya?” He said as he licked, “I know yall havin’ hard times but, must be awful bad you offering yerself a year early.”
Natsume said nothing, her eyes closed and fists clenched as his tongue ran over her body. Mr. Hoshi was a good man to her and her family, but being there in that way with him filled her with disgust. Eventually he backed away, unbuttoning her shorts, pulling them and the tights both down to the ground as Natsume obediently stepped out of them. Her small body was now fully on display, barely more than a child, only a few strands of hair above her womanhood to indicate otherwise.
“Lay down, child.” He said, his breathing heavy as he furiously tugged at his cock.
Shaking, she did as she was told, her nude body laying against the warm fluff of the futon. The hug man crawled on top of her, hairy belly fat dragging against her flat smooth front. Her body jerked as she felt the slimy warm tip of his cock pressing against her folds. It wasn’t the first time she had felt the sensation, but it was still something so new and scary to her. She grimaced as he pressed into her with a sigh.
“Ah damn yer tight.” he moaned as he wrapped his arms and hands around her head.
His hips began a rhythmic dance, the lewd sound of skin slapping skin filling the small house. His jiggling fat covered Natsume’s petite body, nearly smothering her. The weight of him on top of her made it hard to breath and the barbaric invasion of her guts by his sizable rod made it even worse. Her heart raced as the old fat man used her without a second thought, his hips picking up speed as his fat shook and his balls slapped. His breathing grew rapid as he clutched harder.
“Cummin'” He shouted suddenly and he trusted one last violent time hard against the child’s hips.
The rush of warm semen filled her insides like a balloon, taking what was left of her breath away. Mr. Hoshi moaned loudly as his balls twitched, sloughing rope after rope into the small girls preteen cunt. His body shook for a moment until all went still and silent as the man’s huge frame fell to her side between her and his wife, followed by the sound of loud snoring but a minute later, exhausted from sowing his seed into Natsume.
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By Ginto
#Tween
