Fujiko: Sophomore Orientation
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Ned paced the deck as his little protégée swam laps in the pool. Fujiko was a master swimmer, competition grade if she had chosen that route. But here on campus, it was just exercise and conditioning of her lithe body. Each circuit of Ned's trace passed the lounge chair of Fujiko's father, an Oriental casino tycoon. Ned had met him a year ago when he had enrolled Fujiko in TWA as a freshman.
Her story was atypical. She was the product of her father's dalliance with a casino staff employee. At first, the tycoon, a confirmed bachelor, denied her heritage as his offspring. He kept her mother employed on the casino floor but took no other measures for her welfare.
However, as Fujiko grew and hung around the fringes of the casino when her mother worked her shift, her father saw an intelligence beyond her years. And as her beauty bloomed, the man's heart was taken and he chose to take responsibility as her father. When she passed puberty, Fujiko's hormonal driven curiosity was aroused and she dallied with boys her father found inferior to his plans for her. He intervened.
Now here she was at TWA, destined for a future where she would be surrounded by alpha males worthy of her beauty and eventually her inheritance when her father passed on the family business.
Fujiko had become Ned's favorite at the touch and tickle games during freshman year. She was light footed and always crept close enough to touch his uncovered cock as he sat blindfolded and naked trying to distinguish her approach with his other senses.
Her massages were legendary, walking her full body weight on his back, crinkling her toes to knead away muscle knots. She had mastered male masturbation, using hands and feet in bathtubs, hot tubs, saunas and bedrooms to produce volcanic sperm eruptions. It had been a stellar freshman year and she would have aced her poise evaluation assessments but for her modest breasts and her inability to perform adequate tit-jobs.
All year long, Fujiko had hinted that she wanted Ned to be her sophomore orientation coach tutor. He had demurred and prevaricated, citing the randomness of the assignment roster. But at the last moment, he had secretly pulled rank and swapped places to get assigned to her orientation.
Fujiko was on her twentieth and final lap when Ned rounded the end of the pool and sat on the shallow steps, butt submerged but groin above the water. He looked over at Fujiko's father who unmistakably nodded his approval to proceed.
Fujiko ended her swim and lifted her torso above the rippling water, pitching her body, tossing her wet hair rearward and clearing her sodden face. She saw Ned seated on the steps and stood attentive to his next directives.
Ned called her gently to him. She waded through the gradually shallowing water, exposing more of her body clad in only a sheer maillot style polyester swimsuit. Her nipples were evident through the nearly transparent wet white film.
Ned let her stop inches from his knees. He reached to her shoulder straps and rolled them down her arms and chest, peeling the wet fabric lower, exposing her nipples to the air. They puckered in the coolness of the early autumn afternoon. More rolling brought the bunched wet film over her hips and down. Fujiko took the initiative, pulling the suit off her legs and feet. Tossing it behind her, it floated away towards center pool.
"Take out my cock, little one. You have a duty to perform."
Assuming he wanted a hand-job as recompense for monitoring her swim exercise, she leaned in and worked his snap and fly open. Her little hands brought his cock out and she opened his fly wider to expose his balls for added finger play. She cupped his scrotum and stood his penis upright. Attaining unhindered access without the tight shorts constricting his movements or circulation, she clasped her fingers together in a two-handed choker. She stroked up and down his shaft, palming over his knob before descending to compress tightly at the base. It was the technique that her coach tutors, Ned included, had liked best. The duration varied but inevitably she would see the geyser of sperm shoot tall and drop back again on her reciprocating hands.
This time Ned stopped her in mid-session. His hands covered hers as he halted her strokes. He lifted her hands away from his crotch and pulled her closer, inviting her to straddle his lap. She was perplexed by his change of routine. Then a light flashed in her mind and she knew it was her time. Ned was going to perform her sophomore orientation, here in the presence of her classmates and her father.
Fujiko glowed with fuller excitement. She scooted forward to straddle his thighs. It was all she could do to widen her stance and bring their genitals closer. Ned placed her hands on his shoulders so she could maintain a balance. His hands cupped her ass and he lifted her to hover over his erection. She peered down and watched but Ned was in control. He maneuvered her vaginal lips to his cock tip and touched them together.
Fujiko was not a virgin. Her father's loving efforts to protect her future prospects had proven futile compared to the irresistible urges of youthful exuberance. Nature had taken hold and she had sometimes coupled with her furtive dates. But none of them matched the length and girth of Ned. She had wondered about the size difference during freshman year but put off the worries until later. It was now later.
She closed her eyes and felt the large male organ press into her feminine recess. The insertion was slow and proved to be surprisingly gentle. Ned went slowly, granting her vaginal tissues time to stretch and expand to accommodate his oversized intruder. She was very tight but seemed to be taking it without noticeable discomfort. He had done this before with other small women and knew how to go slow.
At last fully seated, he could feel his knob squashed against her cervix, again a common event in his experience. He lifted her slight weight and slid her smoothly up and down his shaft, varying the length, seeking the tell-tale sound when his corona would find her G spot. Suddenly, she squeaked a faint cry and wiggled in his arms. There it was.
He held her there and diddled a few short strokes. She hugged his neck and bucked her hips, squirreling in his arms as Ned gave her more stimulation on that erogenous nerve cluster. Ned explained as he explored her inner anatomy.
"That's your G spot. Do you like it?"
Fujiko was breathless but croaked out a response.
"Yes, sir... I like it... Oh, my God... Is it always like this?"
"It can be if you learn its function and lead your sex-mates to its location. Will you practice a lot this year and master its use?"
She strained out the words.
"Oh, yes, sir... I'll try my best... Oh, God, that feels really good!"
Ned had done his duty, giving the emerging sophomore her first reason to study hard and practice well. Now he would give her another motive to crave heterosexual intercourse.
Ned was feeling good but needed to increase the frictional stimulation along his dick. He sped up the pace, feeling Fujiko's inner membranes messaging his cock and fueling his rise. She was making 'ugh' sounds as he banged her clitoris and smashed her cervix. That added to his macho verve. He rose to his peak and felt the end nearing.
