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"Fuck my in my mouth, please...you did not to it yet..."
She wanted it, she asked it "please"... I moved and she took in her mouth my sex, still floppy and weak. Her toungue and her lips caressed it, more tenderly than as usual. Like fingers, I thought. She was still using one hand to propp up herself, with the other hand she soothed my crotch, my legs, my belly... Slowly, almost hypnotically, as if hypnotized by what she was doing, and feeling. The smell and the flavour of the male, and of her cunts which he had penetrated, plowed, sowed, sailed, dominated... And she wanted to be plowed, sowed, sailed, dominated again...By him... He, strong, she, weak, he master, she, slave... And aroused of it...
"Kimi no chinko moichido katà," she breathed, looking at me. Your dick is hard again...
"Thanks to you," I said. She smiled, closed her eyes and swallowed my dick as soon as I touched her head. He moved it some times, as if to say "yes, yes, yes...". Then he moved it back.
"Hold my nape in your hand. Fuck my mouth hard. Rough..." she said. Then she closed her eyes and she took my dick in her troath again.
I took her soft nape and gave her some blows, without going too forth in her throath, keeping a hand fisted at the base of my dick. She felt my blows againt her uvula, and nodded: that was good for her. Feelling a bit mistreated by her master, as any good slave... But not so much...
I was a friend for her, she accepted me as it. And she was not underaged. I was not breaking any rule, besides the moral rules about non-marital sex, if you wish. But I was still not completely at ease. After all, I could have been her father, or about. She looked at me and winked, as if she was reading in my head. Relax. It's just 'ecchi'. Good old 'sekkusu'...
"I am coming again!", my friend said. Masako was shouting like a redskin woman dancing some sacred dance ("A-haa! A-haa!"), enjoying the last blows and the first sprays of my friend, his long dick gushing into her. She too was "going"... My dick too started spraying in the mouth of Yoko. Her lips seemed really like those of her sex, her tongues throbbed the same way, and I was "going" again, I had stopped counting how many times... Maybe she too was coming, touching herself while I fucked her mouth... In the doubt, while my dick was still hard, I penetrated her. She hosted me without problems, warm and yielding as always. I gave her some blows, and she "went" again.
"Iku... Moichido iku..." she yelped, eyes closed. legs spread. As if I forced her to "go"... Then, when I got out of her, she smiled to me, as if nothing had happened. Just two long blows with her tongue, to clean my dick fast and well. Maybe she would have gone on, but then come Masako, and muttered some fast japanese words to there. Then she smile to me.
"We have enjoyed to have sex with you. But now we all have to leave. The rent of the room is expiring."
There was no time for all of us to shower, so they cleaned themselves with some napkins they took from their purses (some typically Japanese good for personal care, I was told). We dressed all together, they escorted us to the subway station, always smiling and chuckling, like little girls. Then we got in the wagon, they greeted us waving their hands, while the door were closing, and then went home.
And once again I fancied: what were they talking about while the train carried us away? They were talking about us, likely, laughing but excited. Who was stronger, who was cleverer, who was longer...
And my friend was just thinking the same thing.
- COMMENTS
Anonymous5 months agoStrange series from an editing point.
Various times the Japanese girls are referred by as “He” in the series up til now.
And when the storyteller is reflective on the time he got his first woman he’s referred by as “favourite niece”.
Sloppy. Very sloppy.
Joe456about 5 years agoAuthorThanks for this new review.
I had left aside the issue of the names of the male "gaijin" heroes, in order to go forth with the story. Once the story was finished, I thought that, after all, to give names to them was not so indispensable.
Indeed, the problem of the "chikan" (males who fondle and the grope women on th ecrowded subway and commuter trains) are quite known, in Japan, and it's not contrived at all. As far as I know, the reason of the absence of reaction on behalf of the women is the sense of shame: they feel awkward to react among many people, that till then could overlook what was happening (or pretend to). If they start to defend themselves or shout, the fact becomes of public domain, and this is embarrassing for them..
The things can be different if there is nobody around. I have seen video takes from some cameras (in a lift , or the likes), wherean unknown male tries to fondle and grope a woman without permission, and the woman reacts very effectively...
Anonymousabout 5 years ago...for someone who likes talking about sex, the author has prepared a feast. Not only the sex going on with 4 individuals -- the men with either woman, the women with either man, and the women with each other, but added to that the talk: packed against and fondled by males in the subway, Masako's erotic account of her deflowering in order to lessen the discomfort of likely rape by horny Japanese boys, the gaijan hero's account of his first time in Russia.
Having to refer to the "gaijan hero" reminds me -- why is he not named? Why is the other guy "my friend" without name or surname? This is another defect, though minor, in the story. (I actually did not notice it until, writing a comment on an earlier part, I went searching for Mr. Gaijan's name, and did not find it.)
The subway scenario is not contrived. Decades ago, I read in a news magazine (Time? Newsweek?) about the Japanese subway employing "packers" whose job was to push more people into the car ("wagon" in this story), thus packing more people in after it was "full." And they told the stories of women being fondled, embarrassed, but with no place to escape, since they were packed in like sardines. I'm not sure if this is a correct memory, but I seem to remember also a woman telling of a man having his naked dick out pressing against her clothed body -- horny Japanese! The woman would go home and try to wash away the dirty feeling. I do not remember what the reason was why they did not scream or make a scene.
Another 5 stars.
Paul in Oklahoma
PS. My comments on Part 01, still apply here.
