Elise's 5x5 Challenge: Tales From Fukuyama and Other Stories

Tales From Fukuyama and Other Stories

Warning: futa on female, incest, highschool age girls

Prompt: Coming in or on one's partner (in ass or mouth; in hair; on body; on face, i.e., facial)

Tales From Fukuyama

Smoke Against the Mountain

The first time I saw Fukuyama I thought the village was on fire.

After arriving at the JR Gifu station from Nagoya I had taken the N86 bus north to the tiny mountain village of Fukuyama. For anyone else the ride from the JR Gifu station would have been boring with the bus slowly ascending the winding road through the mountainous countryside. However, for me it was a new experience and thus exciting.

I had never spent much time outside Nagoya. Certainly I knew what the countryside was like. I had seen enough travel shows on TV to be familiar with the concept. But I had never seen rural Japan in the flesh. It is one thing to see something on TV but quite another to see it for yourself with your own eyes. I imagined I must have looked like a small child with my face pressed against the window as the bus passed by grandmothers and grandfathers out struggling in their vegetable gardens or homemade greenhouses; weathered neighborhood shrines perched on mountainsides; and the rude huts of roadside vegetable stands stacked with bags of persimmons, green onions or daikon.

When the bus had left the station it had been perhaps half-full. By the time we had left the city limits the number had dwindled to less than half of that. Most of those remaining were elderly grandmothers or middle-aged aunts who had gone shopping downtown, most likely at the Yanagase shopping arcade, and were returning home by bus after a busy day of bargain hunting. At every tiny village along the way the bus would make a brief stop and a weary shopper, arms loaded with her hard-won treasure, would exit the bus, pausing just long enough to drop money into the fare box swipe or her Ayuca bus pass over the reader.

By the time the bus reached Fukuyama I was the only passenger left. “Fukuyama-guchi!” the driver announced as the bus pulled into a small dirt parking lot and came to a stop. I stood up, lifted my large duffel bag and slung it over my shoulder befo