Mrs Momoyuki

After a poor night's sleep and a hectic morning, Mrs Momoyuki was thankful for the chance to relax after lunch.

She sat at the dining table and sighed as she thought about the day so far, then tried to relax by reading the advertising pamphlets that came everyday.

She could pretend, for a little while at least, that everything was normal. Her youngest daughter, Atsuko, was safely at school – and Mrs Momoyuki tried not to imagine too much about what was likely being done to Atsuko because it made her 'hot' inside – and her oldest daughter, Ritsuko, was hiding in her room and cutting her skirts shorter. Her oldest daughter was having a lot of problems, but seemed to have stopped getting worse since 'helping' little A-chan that morning.

Unfortunately, poor Ritsuko had been too embarrassed to go to her part-time office job that day. Mrs Momoyuki was distressed by this, but insisted that tomorrow, Ritsuko would at least go to the university where she was studying. Ritsuko had promised, but her mother worried still. Her oldest daughter was almost panicky about the virus and it's symptoms, and seemed convinced that she was soon going into stage-5 of the virus infection unless she could make her younger sister orgasm a lot more.

It was far from an uncommon worry, as Mrs Momoyuki had learnt during the morning when she spoke to other mothers on the phone.

The mother sighed again, and then decided to switch on the TV, and went through the channels until she found a news show.

“...this report has just come in...the North Korean ambassador to the United Nations made a formal announcement on behalf of the North Korean government that the Democratic People's Republic of Korea denies any involvement with the Eroticon Virus outbreak in Chukyo City, and insists that North Korean agents were not responsible for any deliberate dispersal of the genetically engineered virus in Kita Girls High School!”

The man at the news desk had a horrified _expression_, and looked over at his colleague, a much younger woman who kept blushing.

Then he continued reading, “When asked about their reaction to this news, the Minister of Health had this to say...”

The view changed to a hallway with green carpet where dozens of journalists were carrying cameras and microphones. They were chasing a red-faced fat and elderly Minister of Health. He was panting and out of breath as he ran.

“...No comment...no comment....I don't know what you're talking about! ...No comment!...”, the fat Minister of Health was shouting before escaping into an office and slamming the door.

The news reader then came back on, and said, “Right now, we have the Principal of Kita Girls High School, Mrs Terada, on the phone...as we just got through to the school at the centre of this news.”

“Good afternoon, Terada-sensei”, the news reader asked.

“Good afternoon, Mr Honma”, an older woman's voice answered.

There was a file photo shown of a grey-haired, serious faced woman with a gentle little smile. She appeared in the photo to be the epitome of credibility in feminine education. Her voice was smooth and well practised at public speaking.

“Have you heard the news of this genetically engineered virus attack on your school?”, the reporter asked.

“Yes, we have...We found out about it last night”, the principal answered.

“You have?! Last night?”, the news reader said in surprise.

He looked stunned.

“Oh yes....”, the school principal told him, “The Ministry of Education informed us last night, and gave us the relevant information from the Ministry of Health.”

“They did?”, the news reader exclaimed, “So....the Ministry of Health and the Ministry of Education already told you about this virus?”

“No, no, no...Only the Ministry of Education did”, the principal said, “They sent letters to all the parents of the initially infected students and informed the school administration. They were very well organised and told us as soon as they knew of the North Korean virus attack on the school. Unfortunately, the Ministry of Health wasn't very helpful as they removed the information from their website last night. If it wasn't for those good people at the Ministry of Education things could have been a lot worse for our school and the infected students.”

The news reader was looking amazed at this news, but asked, “Are a lot of the students infected with this...Eroticon...virus?”

“Yes...We've estimated close to nine-hundred students, maybe upto a thousand students have shown symptoms of the Eroticon Virus”, the principal answered.

“That's....that's...terrible!”, the reporter replied, looking worried and horrified, “Is this virus dangerous? I assume the school is closed now...”

“No....we can't close the school”, the principal told him, “The Ministry of Education fortunately told us to keep the school open, as the students who have been infected can only keep their symptoms from becoming worse if they can interact...it's difficult to explain...but it's the only way....until we can find a cure.”

The news reader was confused by this, but also horrified by the possible implications.

“So...this infection...are the symptoms permanent in some way”, he asked, “Is there already much known about it?”

The principal's voice was calm, but serious, as she answered, “Yes....I believe some of the symptoms are permanent...until a cure can be found. We were very fortunate that the Ministry of Education letter told us a great amount about the virus infection, what the virus did, and how to cope with it...as well as informing us where to find more information about it. If only the Ministry of Health had been as cooperative and not removed their report on the virus from their website....”

“Unfortunately, that's all we have time for, Terada-sensei”, the news reader said, “Thank you very much for talking with us.”

“You're very welcome, Mr Honma”, the school principal replied.

The news reader then looked around wide-eyed, and said “We'll have more on the news of the North Korean virus attack and the Eroticon Virus epidemic later..but now onto other news...”

Mrs Momoyuki heard her oldest daughter's footsteps coming down the stairs, and glanced over at the doorway.

“Uh...Mama?”, Ritsuko said, “I'm going to go out...I think.”

Mrs Momoyuki looked at her daughter's tiny blue skirt, and tight white T-shirt, noticing how Ritsuko was holding down the hem of the too short skirt.

“Are you okay?”, Mrs Momoyuki asked.

Ritsuko nodded.

“I think...I think that I have to get used to this”, Ritsuko said, “So...I was going to the shops nearby to buy something...to...um..get used to walking around like this...outside.”

The mother nodded, and agreed, “That's a good idea. Be careful...remember don't get too close to any men...if you're at stage-four already, you might not be able to resist them.”

Ritsuko blushed, but nodded with a nervous wide-eyed look.

“Be careful, neh?”, Mrs Momoyuki added, “And bring your cellphone so you can call me if you need help.”

Ritsuko blushed and said, “Thank you, Mama.”

She turned away, and Mrs Momoyuki watched with worry as Ritsuko left the room. From behind, the hem of the cut-off blue skirt was so high that her daughter's bottom was peeking out. Just enough that people might notice that Ritsuko had no underwear on.

The mother hoped that her daughter wouldn't bend over in front of any men, otherwise they'd see EVERYTHING.

After she heard the front-door close, Mrs Momoyuki sighed and said, “Poor Ree-chan...and poor A-chan! I hope her day at school isn't too hard on her...”

The mother rubbed at her thighs as the heat in her own pussy flared up again. She'd already given up on wearing any underwear that morning, but was too embarrassed to admit that even to her own daughters. So far, Mrs Momoyuki had managed to avoid shaving herself 'down-there', but the need to do so had been growing for hours.

“It's starting to get to me as well”, she said to herself out loud, “But I won't give up yet...”

Mrs Momoyuki knew she was doomed though. She had no doubts at all that eventually the virus would win. The mother was also finding that her thoughts often drifted to the length of her skirt, imagining it shorter, imagining what her husband would think. He'd be delighted probably and be very happy to turn her into his sex-slave...especially if he learnt that the virus wouldn't let her resist.

He might like it that his daughters were sexy all the time too.

And seeing Atsuko being made to orgasm all the time, being molested by her sexy teenage friends.

The thoughts made her too wet.

Mrs Momoyuki tried not to think about it, but...it was making her soooo WET!

She bit her lower lip and on shaky legs stood up.

Her hands shook, as she headed for the bathroom.

Mrs Momoyuki knew that her pussy NEEDED to be shaved...and she realised that there wasn't a thing she could do to stop herself from doing it. So, she decided to get it over with before the virus simply forced her to. At the same time as she was heading to the bathroom, Mrs Momoyuki wasn't entirely certain if it was the virus or her own decision, but then concluded that it had to be the virus.

After undressing and getting into the shower, and washing herself, it was with shaking hands that the young-looking mother of two daughters picked up her husband's razor.

Looking at the razor, Mrs Momoyuki thought, 'What would my husband think if he found out that I was using his razors down-there? Oh, he'd be so angry I'm sure...!'

But just then, the mother had an idea.

Mrs Momoyuki remembered that her husband had once brought back a depilatory body lotion from one of his trips to the USA a few years ago. The mother had never used it, because she had so many body soaps and lotions already. In fact, she'd nearly forgotten all about it.

The mother stepped out of the shower and looked in the cupboard under the wash-basin. She had to rummage around to find the package, and was happy when she opened it, for there were two bottles in the box. Mrs Momoyuki's ability with English wasn't very good, but she tried to read the instructions just to make sure it was what she recalled it being. On the box, it was labelled;Saint Catherine's Famous Body Lotion (Made in Little Hampton Pass, Tennessee, Genuine Product of the USA)

She read the advertising blurb and the instructions on the box, reading that the 'handmade' product was guaranteed to give the user 'baby smooth' skin in the 'nether regions', and reduce hair growth with 'dramatic results'. Among the instructions, it said to avoid using on the face and head. Mrs Momoyuki opened one of the bottles and quite liked the smell....like coconut and strawberries.

It seemed to be a depilatory cream, as she'd hoped, so the mother hurried back to the shower stall and started applying it. Mrs Momoyuki remembered that the virus wanted it's victim's pussies to be smooth without a single bristle, and so she diligently did her best to cover her pussy hairs with the creamy foam. The mother wasn't sure how long to keep the stuff on her skin before it started to work, so she waited fifteen minutes before rinsing it off.

As it turned out, the results were better than expected.

Mrs Momoyuki looked down at her bare pussy-slit, and said out loud, “It makes me look like a schoolgirl!...Why did the North Koreans make such a virus anyway?”

'Well...at least the cream worked!', Mrs Momoyuki thought to herself, 'I wonder how often I'll need to use it?'

She touched the skin on her mound and was very happy with how smooth it was. Definitely the product was effective. Mrs Momoyuki thought that perhaps she should recommend it to her friends. If they were having the same difficulty with the virus, her friends might appreciate using a depilatory cream instead of a razor. She'd probably tell Ritsuko to use it to use it as well.

After Mrs Momoyuki dried herself off with a big fluffy towel, and wrapped it around herself, she picked up the empty lotion box and dropped it in the trash-bin.

She walked out of the bathroom, leaving the two bottles of the “Saint Catherine's Famous Body Lotion” among the body soap, shampoo, and conditioner bottles.
Atsuko

After the ringing of the end-of-lunch bell, Atsuko's classmates quickly tidied up their desks, re-arranging them back into proper order. During this busy time, one girl, “Rina”, continued fucking Atsuko with the dildo as the naked teenager lay face down (with her ass up) on the teacher's desk. The young Miss Inoue returned to the class-room while this was all going on.

The students all paused in what they were doing and bowed.

“A-chan? You're supposed to be in other classes this afternoon”, Miss Inoue said, “And Rina, don't stop playing with her....she needs it all the time remember?”

Atsuko blushed as the pretty teacher came over to the desk and began caressing her naked backside while Rina began again pumping the vibrator in and out of Atsuko's cunny.

“Come on A-chan”, Miss Inoue told her, “Let's at least get you off my desk.”

“Uh...Yes, Inoue-sensei...oh...ah...”, the naked girl answered shyly between panting, as she was helped off the desk.

The other schoolgirl didn't stop using the dildo between Atsuko's legs, so because of it's width, Atsuko had to stand with her feet well apart. Also her bottom was stuck out backwards, because Rina was still using the dildo from behind. The naked teenage girl had to hold on to the edge of the teacher's desk for balance, while her boobs swayed with each thrust.

It was a strange position to Atsuko's mind, and the thrusting of the thick dildo filling her as it vibrated kept her on the edge of climax and so was making it very difficult to talk. Mostly, all Atsuko could manage was repeatedly panting and making little whimpering noises. It didn't help at all that Rina often changed the timing of her thrusting so each slide in and out with the vibrator was nearly random.

The naked teenage girl also was feeling a bit strange now that everyone else was back sitting down in their usual classroom positions. Only she was naked and being fucked by a classmate with a vibrator. The teacher , Miss Inoue added to the surreal feeling by reaching out with one hand to massage Atsuko's right breast and play with the hard nipple.

Atsuko kept looking around the room at her classmates as she hopelessly tried to make some normal sense of the situation.

She noticed the way most of her classmates were sitting, that they had their legs parted. Often their knees were wide apart, and this was making the other girls blush too. That combined with their tiny skirts meant that Atsuko could see her friends' shaven mounds and pink pussy-lips between their spread thighs. Of course none of them were wearing panties or bras...

The virus wouldn't let them, Atsuko realised.

“Looks as if we'll have to send you to your next class, A-chan”, Miss Inoue said, “Since nobody has come to collect you.”

Atsuko could only nod, as sweat dripped off her, and then blushed when she noticed the amount of her juices dripping onto the floor between her parted feet. There were droplets of her pussy-juice everywhere. The humming of the vibrator that Rina was shoving in her was loud enough to be embarrassing too; it was another reminder of what was happening to her. Plus the slurping fucking noises as the big vibrator was pumped in and out of her pussy.

“Isn't A-chan staying in our class anymore?”, Rina asked, panting a little with the effort of her job right then.

Miss Inoue replied, “No....It's the new school rule. Atsuko has to be taken to different classes so that everyone has a chance to hear her orgasm and have some fun with her.”

“...but...ah...ah...”, Atsuko tried to question this, with a little shudder then a stronger spasm, she was driving her pussy to meet the thrusts of the dildo, then shaking as yet another orgasm swept over her with a wondrous tingling all over and lightning inside.

It felt so nice...she forgot for awhile where she was...it didn't matter for a little while, then Atsuko blushed all over as she remembered where she was.

Everyone in the class was staring at her, and smiling.

That only made her feel more embarrassed.

“...room eight-two, on the second floor”, Miss Inoue was saying.

Before Atsuko had the chance to ask what was going on, she was being led out of the classroom by a group of three other schoolgirls that she didn't know. The naked girl only heard a brief “Ja mata neh? A-chan” (see you again) from her classmates then she was already out the door. The three girls playing with her the whole time, one once again fingering Atsuko's pussy as if it was her leash. Not that she could anything about it.

“Where..are they..taking me this time”. Atsuko asked in a small whimper as they took her naked down the hallway.

“Our classroom”, said the girl who was fingering Atsuko's cunt and leading the way.

“But...”, Atsuko said, and then gave up.

It was no use, she realised. They were going to take her wherever they felt like, keep fucking her or playing with her or something...making sure that she had lots of orgasms...and nobody cared what she felt about the whole matter. It was getting harder to think too, and Atsuko felt dumb and dazed most of the time.

So she passively went along, blushing whenever they passed classrooms full of other female students who would glance up from their desks as the naked girl was led by. They would whisper her name among themselves, but they smiled at her, licked their lips, and made flirty-eyed looks at her. Then the teacher would shush them to quiet again, or otherwise try to bring her students attention back to the lesson.

Atsuko sometimes looked at the tiny cut-off skirts and the white blouses that the other students wore, then at her own nakedness in comparison. Then she'd look at the girls who were leading her and molesting her, and they too were dressed (even if in skimpy little skirts), and again at her own nudity. It was impossible not to notice that there was always one of the girls leading her with a finger (or more) in her pussy, while the others played with her bare breasts and rosy nipples.

The crazy thing was, despite all the sexual molesting, the fucking with vibrators and fingers, the licking, the pinching, the groping and the kisses....Atsuko was still incredibly horny and hot inside.

The heat and need for it never went away.

They took her upstairs, and at the very top of the stairs, Atsuko had to pause as a little mini-orgasm went through her....but the needing for more didn't stop.

It never did.

The schoolgirls with her came to a door and knocked, then led Atsuko into yet another classroom. She hardly knew any of the girls, but a few familiar faces stood out. They were all the same age as her, but Atsuko was only more embarrassed because of that.

“Hello Atsuko”, said the young female teacher in greeting, “I'm glad that you could cum...”

The teacher smiled at her own use of the word and blushed.

The naked girl only nodded, as she tried to remember the teacher's name. She was too dazed to think, and there was a weird buzzing. Then she felt something cool being stuck to her skin near her pussy, and looked down. The teacher was fastening some funny-looking cream-coloured plastic belt right over Atsuko's girl-slit.

It started to buzz like mad directly on Atsuko's clit, causing her to moan in surprise.

“Wow...”, she asked, “What is that?”

The teacher didn't answer, but blushed instead.

“Sit her on my desk”, the female teacher said, “And use these...to keep her legs apart.”

To two of the girls near Atsuko, the teacher gave fur-lined leather cuffs with long straps. They led the naked teenage girl upto the teacher's desk, and made her sit on top, facing the class. Atsuko automatically parted her thighs wide in a V, and knew that it wasn't her doing, it was the virus making her do that every time she sat down.

After Atsuko sat down, the girls with her put a cuff on each of Atsuko's ankles, pulling them even wider apart than Atsuko had already spread her legs. The other ends of the cuff's straps were tied to the legs of the desk, forcing Atsuko's thighs into an abnormally wide apart position...almost as if she was doing the splits.

The pink petals of her open cunny-lips would be easily seen by the entire class full of sixteen-year-old schoolgirls.

Next, the teacher used a pair of fur-lined handcuffs to restrain Atsuko's wrists behind her back.

'Where did she get all this stuff from?'. Atsuko wondered, as she finally remembered the teacher's name.

Mrs Ozawa, who taught Japanese History.

“Now...everyone”, Mrs Ozawa said, “Today we will study the history of Japanese dildos...”

The class full of teenage schoolgirls gasped in surprise, then became even more interested when Mrs Ozawa went behind her desk and pushed out a large cardboard box. Then another one equally as large. The teacher opened both boxes, and first took out a polished wooden phallus and an expensive black vibrator with a knobby head and a elephant stuck on one side.

The teenage schoolgirls blushed and giggled.

“We'll go in class order”, Mrs Ozawa told them, “Three at a time...one girl will use a dildo on Atsuko Momoyuki here, the other two girls will do everything else to help make Atsuko cum....they can choose any dildo or vibrator that they want...but only one.”

The classroom full of schoolgirls licked their lips, made flirty looks in Atsuko's direction, and whispered to each other in anticipation.

“...The three girls who can make Atsuko orgasm most quickly will get one of these each”, the teacher added, and held up a cute pink finger-sized vibrator.

Hearing this, Atsuko bit her upper lip softly, and looked around the class with worry. With her legs forced apart like this, and her hands restrained behind her back, even if Atsuko could resist, Mrs Ozawa had ensured it would be impossible now. Her pussy felt hotter and hotter, her nipples burned hard with excitement, and she could feel her lubricant dribbling out of her exposed love-hole.

“Oh...”, Atsuko whimpered with worry, but couldn't even say the word 'no' anymore.

She was completely vulnerable to anything that they might do to her...and what they intended made her so horny that Atsuko wanted them to hurry up just as much as she was dreading it. The buzzing of the butterfly vibrator on her clit was close to setting her off anyway. Atsuko was perspiring and wriggling wishing that she could escape it, but at the same time enjoying the unwanted sensual torture on her love-button.

“I'll be keeping score while we study the variety of Japanese dildos since the Heian Era and over the past eight centuries since...”, Mrs Ozawa told them.

The first three girls, one of them apparently the class-captain, came sauntering up to the front of the class. They started looking through the boxes filled with vibrators and dildos, being maybe a bit too fussy. The teacher interrupted them sharply.

“I'm timing you already, so hurry up”, Mrs Ozawa told them with a serious voice, “I'll time everyone from the moment Atsuko has finished one orgasm to the next one. Everyone you better hurry! The point, remember, is to make Atsuko Momoyuki have as many climaxes as possible, of course. So...no wasting time is allowed.”

The teacher smiled when the three girls quickly chose a big cock-shaped vibrator that was very realistic in detail. To Atsuko's eyes, it looked huge. She doubted it would even fit, but the three girls smiled with glee and anticipation. They were going to use it on her anyway.
Ritsuko

Stepping out of the house, Ritsuko looked around very nervously and with both hands held tight onto the hem of her cut-off and too-short skirt. The little blue skirt was so short that it only barely covered her 'down-there'. It was the longest that she'd been able to wear when Ritsuko had tried to get dressed after fixing her skirts that morning.

There was a cool breeze outside that tickled her wet pussy lips and bottom because under the tiny skirt, the young woman had no underwear on. More embarrassingly to Ritsuko, were the wet trickles that flowed from her soaked pussy and down the insides of her thighs. This morning she'd found out that wiping the wetness away was forbidden by the virus too.

One of her friends had told her the same thing was happening to them too.

She looked again up and down the street, but there was nobody around, so Ritsuko walked quickly to the gate, her high-heels tapping on the brickwork path. Then she pulled down at the high hem of her skirt again. Ritsuko blushed and licked her lips, and with worried eyes checked the street again. Her quim burned inside with the need to be touched and filled.

'I can do this...', she thought to herself, trying to be brave, 'I just have to walk to the shops and come back home again...I have to try...'

Ritsuko opened the gate, the hinges squeaked, then she started walking along the pavement to the intersection.

The whole time she worried about being seen by the neighbours.

'This skirt is too short!', the young woman thought with worry, 'Way too short!...Just another two streets...and I'll be at the shops...'

She crossed the small street and turned left, going up the slight slope. There were people walking on this street, but nobody had looked at her yet. Ritsuko saw Mrs Suzuki, the mother of one of Atsuko's friends, doing her gardening while wearing a pretty yellow dress. It was the first time that Ritsuko had ever seen Mrs Suzuki wearing a dress.

Mrs Suzuki noticed Ritsuko and nodded in greeting, but didn't wave like she usually would've. Instead the woman blushed, and her eyes expressed sympathy. Ritsuko guessed from that look that Mrs Suzuki had the virus symptoms too. Possibly the older woman wasn't wearing knickers or bra, and that's why she blushed.

Ritsuko tried to smile reassuringly, but blushed crimson as a breeze tickled her under the tiny skirt, reminding again of her lack of panties. Her blush also made her feel hotter inside, and the melting desire for sex began driving Ritsuko a little crazy. She sometimes wanted to touch herself, but managed not to.

An elderly man rode by going downhill on his bicycle. He stared at the very attractive young woman in the teeny-tiny indecently short skirt and watched her long bare legs. He looked back at her as he passed, then crashed headlong into a parked car.

Ritsuko glanced back when she heard the impact but was too embarrassed to go back and help. People might see her dressed like this. She hurried away instead. Other people who heard the crash of the bicycle into the parked car ran over to help the unconscious elderly man.

The young woman was long gone by then.

At last, Ritsuko reached the row of small shops that were the total of the local neighbourhood shopping district. She passed the pharmacist, which had a handwritten sign in the window, “Tampons sold-out”. The pharmacist was busy, with a dozen women lined up at the counter to buy depilatory creams, razors, and skin creams. The women wore skirts or dresses; none of them wore pants. Most of them wore high-heels too.

Ritsuko felt like she stood out, as she was the youngest woman around, and she wore a tiny super-short skirt. The other women were all in their late 20s to 30s, mostly. A couple of the women glanced at Ritsuko, and in their knowing looks, she knew that they knew that she wore no underwear.

The virus symptoms were probably too obvious in the way Ritsuko was dressed.

She came to the grocery store, but entered quietly. The shop's owner heard her though and looked up with surprise. The elderly women looked Ritsuko up and down, taking in her whole appearance, then smiled.

“Welcome, Ree-chan!”, the old lady said, “Do you have it too or is this only your current fashion?”

Ritsuko blushed and nodded, too shy and embarrassed to reply.

“Ah...I see”, the old lady said, “You poor thing, it must be difficult. I heard that cute little A-chan has it the worst in the whole neighbourhood. Is that true?”

Ritsuko nodded, and went over to the counter to talk to old lady.

“Yes...A-chan has it”, Ritsuko told her, “She's been having a lot of problems...She needs...she needs a lot of help.”

Ritsuko blushed crimson at saying the last part as she remembered how she played with Atsuko that morning.

The old shop lady smiled in sympathy.

“Not wearing a bra, I see”, the old lady said, reaching out with her right hand and groping Atsuko's left boob through the fabric of the young woman's T-shirt.

Ritsuko was too taken back by surprise to react, even more so as the old lady continued to massage her breast and played with the nipple through the T-shirt.

“Uh...bra...can't...”, the young woman stammered.

“Oh yes...I see, can't wear a bra”, old Mrs Kimura commented, “No underwear neh?”

Ritsuko could only nod, wide-eyed and too surprised by what was happening to say anything at that moment. The wrinkled rough hand on her boob felt so nice, setting off tingling warm feelings everywhere, especially between her thighs and in her tummy that Ritsuko almost didn't want the old lady to stop, but at the same time, she was so shocked and so unprepared that the young woman didn't know what to say. After all, she didn't want to seem to be rude to old Mrs Kimura either.

None of this seemed to bother the old shop lady; she just kept on massaging Ritsuko's tit, occasionally playing with the nipple.

“Ree-chan, were you going to buy anything?”, the old lady asked while doing this.

Ritsuko vaguely nodded as her nipple was pinched by the old fingers.

“Uh...ah...yes...”, she mumbled.

“Oh sorry...you seem distracted”, the old shop lady said, suddenly stopping and taking her hand away.

Ritsuko breathed out, not realising until then that she'd been holding her breath. The old lady acted as if nothing odd had happened. She just smiled warmly so calmly that Ritsuko almost wondered if the whole event was imaginary.

“What's wrong?”, the old lady asked.

Ritsuko shook her head, and mumbled, “Um...nothing...I was going to buy...”, then stopped having forgotten what it was that she'd been planning to buy.

Then the young woman glanced around and went to the refrigerator and took out two cartons of milk, and walked back to the counter. As Ritsuko got there, a middle-aged woman in a long wine-red dress also was going to the counter. They both got there at the same time, but the older woman waved for Ritsuko to go first.

The young woman nodded and smiled, and said to the old shop lady, “These two milk, and...”, she paused to look down, “Oh...and the newspaper.”

Ritsuko bent down without thinking and picked up one of the thick newspapers. Only afterwards did she realise how much of her ass was showing to the middle-aged woman behind her. With a blush, she stood up quickly and put the newspaper on the counter, hoping that the other woman didn't notice.

The middle-aged woman commented, “Oh...you have it then? What stage are you now? Stage-four maybe...it looks like stage-four...I've got it too, I think...maybe...it's very distracting isn't it?”

The woman's talkativeness amazed Ritsuko, but she was stunned when the other woman - while still talking - very casually put a hand up Ritsuko's tiny skirt and started caressing her warm bottom.

“I think maybe I'm already at stage-two or maybe three...”, the other woman said, as her hand circled Ritsuko's ass-cheeks, caressing each one in turn.

Ritsuko squirmed, unsure what to do, she tried to move away, but instead her bottom stuck out towards the woman more invitingly. She tried to push the other woman's hand away, but could only grab the wrist and do nothing else to stop the middle-aged woman doing as she wanted. Ritsuko even tried to say 'stop that', but her voice came out as a mere whimper instead.

“My oldest daughter has it too...poor girl”, the middle-aged woman chattered on regardless, “I don't know how to tell my husband...he's a policeman...I think he'd be shocked. This morning wasn't too bad, but she called me from school and said it's getting worse...”

The middle-aged woman slid her hand lower down between Ritsuko's ass-cheeks, down, down, and into the gap between her thighs.

Ritsuko was already unwillingly arching her ass out backwards, and now found herself parting her feet, spreading her legs a little. In seconds, the nattering woman was caressing Ritsuko's wet cunny-lips softly, tickling them, and making the young woman mewl in response.

“I did try to tell my husband about the virus attack”, the middle-aged woman said, as she slipped one finger into Ritsuko's pussy-hole, “...but I don't think he understood...men just don't listen, do they?”

She slowly began sliding the finger inwards and outwards of Ritsuko's slippery hot cunny, making Ritsuko whimper and involuntarily start thrusting her pelvis back to meet the other woman's finger-fucking thrusts.

“You're Ritsuko Momoyuki aren't you?”, the middle-aged woman asked while now using two fingers pumping in and out of Ritsuko's pussy.

“Um...yes....”, Ritsuko replied in a tiny murmur, as she was too shocked at what was happening to her, and at her own inability to resist.

“Ah...so...it's your little sister, Atsuko, who was naked at the school today!”, the middle-aged woman exclaimed, “She's already at the infection's stage-seven, I was told...”

The older woman was now blatantly finger-fucking Ritsuko right there in the shop, but the old shop lady behind the counter only watched all this as if there was nothing wrong. Ritsuko was pursing her lips tightly as she tried not to moan too loudly, she was now leaning over the counter, trying to brace herself from falling over. When she looked at Mrs Kimura, the old shop lady just smiled at her warmly.

“Are you ready to pay for the milk and newspaper?”, Mrs Kimura asked, “I don't mind....I can wait until after your climax....”

Ritsuko found the situation too much to grasp; she just stared in astonishment.

Behind her, the middle-aged woman was still talking and finger-fucking Ritsuko's pussy.

“I can't really help this you know...your mother said it best”, the middle-aged woman was saying, “...it's the virus of course, but you probably need an orgasm, neh? I wish that I could help you with more...but I have shopping to do, and I was only here to buy some butter and bread...My poor daughter is at the same stage of the infection, neh?”

The woman started using both hands, one continuing to finger-fuck Ritsuko's cunt, the other playing with her clit and sometimes sliding up to fondle and grope Ritsuko's tits.

Ritsuko was lost by then, panting rapidly and feeling overwhelmed by this older woman.

“Of course it must be the virus..you smell lovely”, the middle-aged woman commented, “Really quite adorable, I think...My daughter is a screamer when she climaxes...they say it's the virus does that...all the really infected girls are screamers....they go off like fire-crackers when they orgasm...”

Ritsuko was almost ready to climax anyway, and was trying not to, at the same time she kept looking around worried that she'd be seen like this. The middle-aged woman was now shoving three or maybe four fingers into Ritsuko's sodden cunny, groping her boobs, pinching nipples sometimes, and frequently rubbing her clitoris. But Ritsuko found it impossible to stop her.

“It was very difficult to hide the sound from my husband”, the older woman said, “I don't know what he thinks all the noises are..but I kept shushing my daughter this morning....poor girl, like you she needs it too much! Don't worry, dear, we'll take good care of you...I heard your little sister is going to need it all the time from now on...”

Finally, Ritsuko could take no more and she felt the quiver inside build and build, then she was jerking and calling out as the joyful release washed over her....

It didn't seem to matter anymore that she was in a grocery store.