Keitaro
Motoko's lip was curling with disgust as she looked at me. Huh. I'd read about that expression but never actually seen it in action. The shear degree to which she was able to express her repulsion was really rather impressive. I wondered if I was squeezing her breast wrong or something. It wasn't like I ever got much opportunity to grope the opposite sex, just Kanako and mom back home. She opened her mouth and very quickly provided an answer, “He pathetically begged to fondle your bosom, Mitsune? Weak.”
Naru was quick to jump in, “Yea! That's so rude and just...wrong!”
It didn't feel good to be berated but given that I had the brunette's thinly covered fat teardrop of a tit in one hand and the nudist's pert firm boob in the other, I wasn't all that dismayed. Plus I knew I hadn't actually impolitely asked to touch Mitsune's wonderful jugs, not that there was any point in saying so. No one was going to believe me. Sigh
Motoko was speaking again and I was rather surprised to hear a subtle note of approval, “Well, at least he was smart enough to show us the proper respect.” Then her face hardened and she grabbed and squeezed my shoulder hard, “Mitsune may be a rude and disrespectful sort of girl but you will still refrain from crassly asking to touch her bust and simply take them in hand like the man you should be aspiring to be. Otherwise....”
I frantically stood up on my tippy toes as her kendo blade was suddenly pressed to my throat and she softly murmured, “....die.”
Why were these people so violent?!
Motoko's glare of soul crushing intensity finally yielded as Naru called out, “Come on, Mitsune! Let's go!”
“Yea- yea.” was the girl's response as she crossed the room, looking a bit confused. I noticed a very familiar pair of earrings adorning her ears. Motoko's glare might have retreated but she was still brandishing her blade uncomfortably close, so I quickly jumped at the chance to twist away and focus on something else.
“Um...hey, Mitsune? Are those my earrings? I lost a pair just like them earlier.”
Naru shook her head, muttering, “He wears earrings? What's with him?”
Mitsune just looked immensely satisfied as she took them off, “Oh? These are yours? Well, you owe me one for finding them for you. I'll collect on that little debt soon...”
I gulped involuntarily as she passed, depositing them in my hand.
The trio left the room, closing the door behind them but not before Naru looked back and declared, “You suck!”
Alone I settled to the ground with a deep sigh, “Wha-” My suppressed emotions at this deeply frustrating situation suddenly welled up and I found myself yelling with clenched fists, “What is this! They won't even listen to my explanations!” But just as quickly as the anger appeared it abated to be replaced with sadness, “What's up with that woman named Naru? Does she hate me?” I looked down at the earrings in my palm. Alone with a house full of women who didn't want me here, I suddenly felt like these odd bits of jewelry were my only friends. Rather irrational but at the moment I would take what comfort I could get and I put them on. Can't really lower the girls' opinion of me anymore, right?
I couldn't stay too depressed for long. Not when the memory of so many soft lovely breasts were so fresh. A pulsing in my crotch alerted me that my penis was suitably content with the situation. I glance over my shoulder and noted a box of Kleenex.
That sounded like just the thing to get me to relax. I scooted around on the floor and took one. Slipping off my pants, I folded them and put them aside. Then I retrieved my achingly hard penis and started to stroke.
My stomach dropped through the floor as the door slid forcefully open and Naru strode right in, saying, “Oh I forgot to tell you about the bathroom...” She paused as she noted my shock frozen hand gripping my dick.
I couldn't believe it. I could not believe this shit! Why does the universe hate me?!
Naru cocked her head to the side, “Oh. You're masturbating. I guess that groping got you excited. Anyway about the bathroom-” she started as she approached and knelt down, wrapping her fingers about the portion of my dick sticking out from my hand.
The total and complete unbelievability of the moment along with all of the insanity that had transpired earlier boiled over and I found myself guffawing like a loon and spouting inanely, “Oh, let me guess! It's totally normal for girls to help guys go to the bathroom and vice versa!”
Naru blinked and was silent for a moment. “Well yea, of course. Why would you say something so moronically obvious?”
I was starting to get use to the rather bewildering experience of being insulted on the one hand while being pleasured with hand or breast whatever the case may be. However, only slightly as I couldn't stop myself from squirming as Naru's thumb stroked the head of my cock in small circles, “Ur...What are you doing?”
She looked at me like I was an idiot (getting way too used to that experience!), “The In Res form. You've got about thirty seconds until tradition is satisfied. Of course, if I liked you it would be entirely polite for me to keep it up till you finish.” She paused. “I don't like you.”
My voice was strained as my orgasm boiled over, “That's okay! That's e-enoouugh!” I snatched up the Kleenex and pressed it to my tip, capturing Naru's fingers under it as she oddly made no move to react to my warning
Pleasure short circuiting my brain, I fumbled with Naru's hand and ended up with it against my spurting tip and the Kleenex rather uselessly pressed between the back of her hand and my palm. My hips jerked as I emptied my testicles into her hand, the overflow coating my shaft, her wrist, and the floorboards below. I felt a silly grin twist my lips as a climax induced euphoria suffused me.
“If you're done, I really need to pee.” said Naru impatiently.
“Okay.” I replied sleepily. You know maybe this place wasn't so bad after all...
“Are you coming?” she asked and I opened my eyes to see her standing over me.
“Huh?”
“Are you going to do your feminine duties or not? That's the one thing I really hate about living in an all girls dorm-- having to deal with all that down there.” She fluttered her hand at her crotch.
At this point, I was too mentally exhausted at dealing with nonsense after nonsense from these girls. So I just nodded and once I'd cleaned myself as best I could with a few Kleenex's I got to my feet and put my dick away. This girl had just helped me get off, the least I could do was help her out. As I followed her out of the room it occurred to me that my passive resigned attitude was wholly inappropriate. After so long without any appreciable contact with the fairer sex, in one day...ONE DAY!... I was getting my crotch fondled by multiple women repeatedly, essentially received TWO hand-jobs, I had the opportunity to grope breasts all the time now. Beyond all that, I was about to help an absolutely beautiful girl get off!
Naru led me into the bathroom without a word. She then moved to stand before the toilet bowl and looked expectantly at me. My excitement relented a bit as I noticed something off about her demeanor. This certainly didn't feel like a girl about to let me help her orgasm. In fact, she didn't look very aroused at all. Given the day of misunderstandings I'd experienced so far, I decided to ask, “So... what exactly do you want me to do?”
The sigh of disgust and vocal expression of her disappointment that I'd fully expected was absent. Instead, she simply explained, “Just what's customary. You know just like when a girl does her masculine duty, the only thing the man has to do is release his bladder. It works the same way here.”
I pushed a hand into my hair, “What?! What kind of custom is that?!” Despite myself, I felt my dick harden at the unprecedented idea of 'helping' a girl urinate.
Naru's voice was thoughtful, “I don't know. I think originally back when society was more male dominated, the act was supposed to be a sign of submission or something about showing a woman her proper place. But that's not how it is now. Now we have equality so men do it for women too. Although I think in places like the third world, they still just only do masculine duties for women.” She crinkled her nose in disgust.
Whatever. This was kind of hot and I kind of owed her for stroking me back there so...
“Okaay then. Just tell me what to do step by step then.”
She nodded, “Alright. Take down my panties and pull them to my ankles. Do it very gently and nicely.”
Man, this so weird. I knelt down in front of her, feeling a quiver run through my body. This was deeply exciting. I'd seen her naked but there was something so deeply intimate about what I was about to do. My hands shook a bit as they slipped under her skirt and I pointedly refrained from looking up to take in her expression as she watched me. My fingertips grazed her silky thighs and there was no doubt that my erection was back. Finally, I found the cottony fabric of her underwear and my fingers lightly trailed up the material till I found the waistband. Slowly I grasped it, slipping my fingers against her warm skin. Pulling them down I felt soft fuzz tickle the backs of my hands. Soon enough I had them about her ankles and she sat down upon the seat. Her legs spread and I was treated to her pussy open like a flower, a pungent scent filling my nostrils.
“Now use two fingers to open my labia.”
“Huh? Your what? Do I need to do that? I mean can't you just-”
She continued to be rather uncharacteristically patient and nonjudgmental. Does this girl have split personalities? “I can but that's not the proper way. A man needs a woman to direct his.... stream. Women don't but reciprocity is an important part of the ritual. Here. Like this:” And she reached between her thighs and spread her lips open with two fingers, revealing even more fascinating inner pink folds to my eyes.
Damn, I was going to make a mess in my boxers if this kept on. Hands shaking even more I reached between her thighs and I placed an index finger to either side beneath hers and she let go. Warm, wet goodness surrounded my fingertips and I felt my dick pulse.
A moment passed of me simply enjoying the shear incredible nature of this situation before Naru sighed and relaxed back against the toilet, her hips shifting forward and driving my fingers slightly further into her yielding depths. A stream of urine shot from just above my fingertips and I couldn't get over how arousing it was to witness such an incredibly personal bodily function. I barely knew this girl and here I was watching- no, helping her pee!
“Just for your information, since it seems like you don't know much about proper etiquette. The only other women that you will be doing this for are Motoko, Mitsune, and Haruka. Su and Shinobu are not old enough and Su will definitely try to make you.”
I just nodded dumbly. Seriously, something entirely insane was going on here. Maybe I was going insane.
“Now take a tissue and gently pat my labia with it.”
Sure, okay. Really, when was he going to wake up from this surreal dream?
I did as instructed, tearing a tissue from the roll and very carefully pressing it to her vagina several times.
“That's good. Now just pull my panties back up, making sure they're on comfortably-no wedging- and we're done.”
Naru stood up and I got her underwear back in place to her satisfaction. She looked down at me and actually graced me with a brief smile, “Thank you. Do you need to go?”
“Huh?”
“Obviously not.” was her indifferent reply and she strode from the room quickly without bothering to wash her hands.
I was only slightly dismayed by that until I realized that the only one who needed to wash their hands was me.
Tue Jan 01 22:52:02 2013
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