1. Haunted by the Futa Ghost 2: Naughty Naked Selfies

    Date: 11/24/2019, Categories: Fiction Oral Sex / Blowjob Cum Swallowing Voyeur / Exhibitionism Lesbian Trans Author: mypenname3000, Source: sexstories.com

    Haunted by the Futa Ghost Chapter Two: Naughty Naked Selfies By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 My eyes widened at the sight of Mitsuko-hime standing naked in the onsen, steam rising around her breasts, droplets of water glistening on her curves and her brown nipples like diamonds turned into nectar. Her skin was pale, milky, so fair and perfect. Her hair was a black curtain pilling around her shoulders. Her eyes looked up, meeting mine. I trembled before the daimyo's daughter. I had seen her from afar, but never up so close. What was she doing in the onsen? Didn't her father's castle have it's own bath house? “You're the miko at the shrine,” Mitsuko-hime said, her voice as lovely as a songbird. “Right?” My heart sped up. “I...I am, Ōjo-sama.” I lowered my eyes, not worthy to look at her. “Would you mind washing my back?” she asked, so polite for one of such station. She turned, the curve of her rear just peeking over the steamy waters of the onsen. “I have trouble reaching.” Mouth dry, I nodded my head, fearing to speak. She was so radiant, so beautiful. A hot itch formed in my pussy. She was a woman, a beautiful lily blossoming before me. I slipped out of my yukata, the air warm with summer's heat and the water's steam. I stepped into the onsen the rocks smooth beneath my feet as I waded out to her. I thought a prayer to the kami of the onsen. Thank you for this gift. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 500 years later... A the end of classes, nineteen-year-old Yoshiko Stenet was still in a daze as she walked home with one of her two best friends, Lori Watson. Yoshiko's narrow eyebrows were furrowed over her round, blue, Caucasian eyes. She was half-Japanese, her skin a pale, dusky olive; her cheekbones narrow, delicate; her hair curtains of black silk falling like a sleek waterfall down her back. Besides her foreign eyes, only her large breasts, swelling her buttoned-down blouse, ruined the petite, Japanese schoolgirl look she cultivated with knee-high socks and uniform-esque skirts. “What is wrong with you?” Lori asked, her red hair glowing in the bright, Californian sun as they walked home from classes at the Redwood Academy. “You look like you've seen a ghost.” Yoshiko almost flinched. I did. But how could she tell her friend that not only had she seen a ghost in the girls' bathroom, but said ghost was a futa and had taken Yoshiko's cherry. The lesbian schoolgirl had twice popped into the bathroom after her ghostly encounter to probe her fingers into her pussy and feel how open she was. No more hymen covered her sex's entrance. And she hoped for a second haunting. She yearned for that futa-ghost's girl-dick to fill her again. Yoshiko could still picture the ghost clear as day. She was a Japanese girl dressed like a miko, a Shrine Maiden. She had on the white haori, a ceremonial jacket worn over the kimono, and red hakama, a style of Japanese trousers with wide pant legs that almost looked like divided skirts. Shrine Maidens were important in the ...