0 comments/ 12722 views/ 0 favorites Dreamtime By: Thomas Drablézien Not everything is exactly as it first appears I had sat there for an hour, just staring at the wall. Well perhaps not an hour probably just a few minutes, but it felt like an hour. It was a very ordinary wall, it had once been white, and I know it had been white because I had painted it myself, but now it was stained yellow-brown. I can only blame myself for that discolouration too. This was my room, my office and my sanctum. The place where I worked, wrote, drew and often relaxed. The problem was that all these activities, work, rest and play, were centred round my computer. And every time I sat in front of that screen I reached for a cigarette, then another, and another, hence the yellow-brown discolouration of the once bright white walls. It was already late morning, yet I was still naked apart from my tatty green dressing gown that was hanging loosely from my shoulders. The dressing gown, like me, was old, tired and worn out. It should have been thrown out and replaced years ago, but it was an old friend and my favourite morning attire on those days on which I had no good reason to leave the house. I liked the freedom and the feeling of being almost nude. I rarely wore anything in bed, except when the nights grew chilly and then just a t-shirt to keep the chill from my shoulders. When I rose I would slip on that old robe, frequently not bothering to tie the cord, and go about my morning rituals: coffee, cigarette, check e-mails et cetera, et cetera. I was not entirely comfortable about going about the house completely naked, well not downstairs where people might see in. The open robe gave me almost the same freedom and I enjoyed the feeling of the cool morning air caressing my naked skin, but I had the security of knowing that I could quickly cover up if the need should arise. I had risen on this particular morning with a determination to start writing the story that had bubbled up in my mind during the darkest hours of the night. While the computer had plodded its way through its far too slow boot-up sequence I had made coffee and smoked my first cigarette of the day. I sat at the keyboard, then nothing; the story had evaporated like the morning mist. All that remained was the faintest echo of the words, "Hold onto your hat big boy, this is going to be one hell of a ride..." Even that faded into nothingness as I tried hard to recall the words and images that had come unbidden into my mind during the night but the more I sought them the further they slipped away from my grasp. This was no good, the muse was being coy, the more I chased after her the faster she would run away. I had to be patient, I had to sit quietly then she might bring her words back to my mind. Then I could begin to write. So I sat, tried to un-focus my mind and waited for her to come back to me. I always think of my muse as being female, and this morning she was being particularly fickle. Teasing me with little glimpses of what had been fully revealed the night before but never enough for me to get hold of. The blank word processor page was taunting me even more. Not a single sentence had flowed from keyboard to screen. A head full of half formed ideas but not a single word could be coaxed out to begin to fill the hideous blank whiteness of that empty page. An aspiring writer's nightmare, I couldn't relax and just let the words flow as they sometimes had in the past. I had to break the cycle of frustration, stop thinking about it, and then it might come back... More coffee! I returned to my desk fresh hot mug of coffee in hand. That blank white word processor page still stared accusingly at me. This was a contest I wasn't going to win, not this time round anyway. I shut off that program, opened my web browser, seeking distraction, and clicked the links to my favourite chat-room and image exchange sites. The twin screen PC set up that I have made it easy to view the two web pages at once, ideal, for some of the things that I do. Perhaps what I had found on these sites the previous evening had been the seed of my inspiration, maybe a return visit would make it grow once more? If not that, it might make something else grow. Without thinking my hand moved to my lap and with the tips of my fingers I gently teased the sensitive head of my penis that was quietly nestled there. I wasn't aroused but my generally high level of background horniness meant that arousal, if not full erection, was never far away. Sadly the pleasure of having a full proud erection often eludes me these days but as the satisfaction of my carnal desires is most likely to be a solo affair, that failing is of less importance. Oh yes, this old and often abused flesh - I smoke too much, I drink too much, I eat all the wrong foods and don't keep fit. I can only blame myself - is still capable of arousal, and the exquisite pleasures of orgasm and ejaculation. But sadly and all too frequently, I cannot bring it to the state where it can perform the task for which it was designed, that of implanting my hot seed deep in the warm, fertile and accommodating body of a woman. I think of sex frequently, my flesh may be tired and too often unwilling, however, in my head I still have the appetites and desires of a horny teenager. Even when my mind is fully occupied with more mundane matters, thoughts of sex are never far below the surface. The sight of a pretty face or a shapely figure will soon bring those thoughts and desires rushing back to the fore. OK, I admit it, I am a dirty old man, but I don't see that as something to be ashamed of, I think of it as something to celebrate and enjoy to the full while I still can. It was time to let myself be immersed in my private pleasure. I split my time between the chat-room and the image exchange site. There was little chat 'in open' in the 'room,' though that was not unusual. The reason people used that site was to find stimulus to aid their masturbation and several users posting pictures were providing this. Naturally most of the users in that room were men, occasionally there would be a female visitor to the room but they were rare, this was principally a place of male pleasures. Some guys would like to 'buddy' chatting together whilst masturbating, exchanging stories or comments on the free show of pornography. Others, mostly gay or bi-sexual, might indulge in the arcane pleasures of cyber-sex or role-play. Most users however remained mute taking in the free show and privately enjoying the pleasure given by their own hands. The pictures being shown were mixed, both of quality and content. Male and female forms were being displayed either solo, in couples or groups. Some were clothed, more were nudes others were depictions of various sexual acts between performers of all inclinations: heterosexual, gay and lesbian. More than a few of the images depicted masturbation in one form or another. However many of the pictures I found un-alluring and un-arousing. This was not because I am prudish in any way, far from it. I consider my self to be very open mined in that respect. I can see beauty in both the male and female form. Images of aroused, handsome men are almost as attractive to me as pictures of pretty, naked or almost naked young women. We had all come to this virtual place for the purpose of self-pleasuring so images of that activity I did not find at all inappropriate. Depictions of the sexual act in all its 'normal' forms - I am not excited by the extremes of fetishism and other such perversions - I find highly arousing, provided that it is presented in a naturalistic and what I would consider to be a tasteful way. Presentation or production were major the reasons for my turn-off, not the content as such. I find much commercial porn unattractive, the abnormally large penises of the men, the excessive make-up and surgically enhanced over inflated breasts of the women, the almost plastic coated look that seems to prevail in some of these pictures does very little for me indeed. And on top of all that, the bizarre and contorted facial expressions frequently adopted by professional porn performers that are supposed to portray arousal and pleasure I find less than attractive, even repulsive. No, for me carefully crafted, un-retouched depictions of natural beauty in all its glory are what does it best for me. My current obsession is for the delightful exotic beauty of the young ladies of Japan, with their ivory coloured skin, offset by their dark hair, dark soft alluring eyes and sweet very kissable mouths. I love their breasts, slightly fuller than their sisters on the mainland of South-East Asia, and their dark pert nipples that stand proudly upon those soft mounds of lighter coloured flesh, and just for that extra touch of exotic spice, the patch of black pubic hair, which most of these girls leave in place, almost but not quite obscuring the view of their most private flesh. 'Girls' I call them, but to me almost any attractive woman under the age of about thirty I think of as a girl. I used to be turned on by the images and thoughts of waxed smooth pudenda with all those intimate female folds clearly on display. Recently I have changed my mind and have grown to appreciate the true beauty of neatly groomed female pubic hair. It was for this reason that I had the image exchange site open as well as the chat-room, so that I could add my own choice of pictures to those already being shown. I have no idea of how long I had spent indulging in my pastime, sometimes chatting with other known regular users, other times searching out and posting pictures that I and some others found pleasing. Often my hand would move to my penis caressing and stroking that sensitive flesh. Sometimes I would indulge in a short bout of full masturbation, but never to completion. There was no urgency to reach orgasm. That could be dealt with later if I felt the need. I just wanted to enjoy the unique pleasure of prolonged arousal and self-denial of the ultimate release. I felt very tired, my eyes were straining to keep focus on the screen and my head was nodding, threatening to bang down onto the keyboard in front of me. With an effort I pulled myself upright then leaned back in my chair that tipped back on its springs under my weight. My head went back, I fell asleep and began to dream. Normally when I dream, of course I can only report on those that I can remember. I inhabit some strange and disjointed reality. Things happen to me that don't make sense, visions of people in places and situations that don't belong together. Frequently I feel insecure or threatened. These are the sorts of dreams from which I wake with a start, feeling disorientated and in a state of mild panic. Most of all I don't know that I am dreaming until I wake up. This dream state was different, possibly unique. Firstly I knew that I was dreaming and that I had some degree of control over what was happening. This was a very odd version of reality in which I found myself, a kind of duality existed in what I was experiencing. It was almost like playing one of those car racing or flight simulation video games where the main window shows the driver's point of view but there is another smaller window that gives an overview of the game. The 'me' on the outside, the player if you like, knew that I could exert control of the other me, the one that was inside the dream. And the one on the inside also had a self-awareness that I could feel. I looked at myself from the outside, I knew it was me but I didn't wholly recognise the man I was looking at; a younger, leaner, fitter idealised version of me. This version had only very little in common with the over weight, worn down older man who was currently sleeping, probably snoring and drooling a little, in his office chair... Where was I? I looked around and surmised that this place must be pretty close to paradise from what I had taken in from a brief glance. Before I could make a more detailed assessment my attention was drawn elsewhere, namely to my crotch. The weight of my penis and his two almost spherical associates usually goes unnoticed, except at those times when the blood flow is increased and he puts on extra weight, it is a load that is normal and can be discounted. But the weight that I felt now was not only much greater but insistent I could feel it trying to take control of me, tugging me forward towards some undisclosed destination. I did not need to make any kind of inspection to know what was currently hanging between my legs was a penis of unfeasibly huge proportions, more suited to a stallion or a prize bull than a human male. "Stop being silly." I thought or might even have said out loud. "You are being unrealistic and stupid. Stop that at once!" On that command the huge appendage shrunk to something more modest. It was still noticeably larger than the original equipment to which I had become accustomed but felt much more within the range that I would consider being normal. Like many men I had long felt that I would have liked to have had a bit more 'meat' in the trouser department, but unlike most I had just been given the opportunity to try on something a bit larger for size. I wasn't going to complain about that, and this was more than a mere penis; this was very definitely a Cock. Now that the equipment challenge had been dealt with I could better take in my soundings. I was in a city square, but there was nothing here that I could latch on to, to give a definite location. The cityscape appeared to be completely populated with buildings of uniform blandness. The kind of buildings that I thought architects of the latter part of the twentieth century might have kept in boxes under their desks, so that they could be immediately dropped in place to transform to total bland anonymity any city around the world. It was warm and sunny, a little too warm and rather humid. However I was dressed appropriately in chinos and a loose cotton shirt. The chinos were comfortable, very comfortable, differently so. I put my hand to my stomach and found that instead of the usual bulge pushing down on my waistband this stomach was flat, taught and firm. Aha! Not only had I been blessed with an improved passion pole, but also, it appeared that I had the proper engine to drive it with suitable vigour. So why did I have the impression that I was in my own personal version of paradise? Not the architecture certainly. The enhancements to my own physique were a bit of a clue. No, not entirely that either. It was the people I saw around me. They were exclusively female, not a man in sight. Not only were they female they were petite, ivory skinned, black haired, cute, very cute and achingly attractive. Every single one of them, and they were many, were to my eyes, a different and unique amazing beauty. Japan then or at least my fantasy version of that land. The location now firmly fixed, I began to notice changes in my surroundings. Signs appeared on the buildings written in characters that I recognised but couldn't decipher. Trees now bounded the previously barren concrete of the plaza; cherry trees of course, all in full bloom and their pink and white petals drifting lightly off the soft cooling breeze that now caressed me. Fading in to view in front of me was a small, very formal, garden of raked gravel, a couple of artistically placed rocks and a pond. A serpentine pond bisected by an arched bridge! I looked sky-wards and made what I can only describe as a very Jewish gesture of total disbelief. I was greeted by the vision of my self, my old, normal self, leaning out of a window, which was unaccountably floating in the sky, grinning like the Cheshire cat and chuckling. On the very edge of my hearing I heard, a voice, my own voice, calling out. "OK Bert I want some Japan city atmos. Establish and fade in ten, then let it run under the narration. Got that? Good!" Where before there had been silence, I was now treated to the full cityscape Foley package in crystal clear Dolby Surround Sound 7.1 The sound of every voice, every footstep, the buzz of traffic, even the low and indistinct rumble of a subway train passing under my feet was there. It came in loud, a bit too loud, then faded to the barely audible, just enough to add 'thickness' and 'authenticity' to the scene. And what was that? Did I just hear a snatch of someone playing a samisen? "Oh Please!" I addressed the heavens, "that was just Too clichéd!" My appeal was answered only by the distant sound of my own distant laughter. "Come on" I declared, "Enough of the silliness, let's just get on with this dream." I felt a tugging at the level of my crotch; there was no person near by so I assumed that it was my new Cock wanting to take control of me again. This time I didn't resist and allowed myself to be led in the direction 'He' wanted to go. I found myself at a pavement café. No, a teahouse would be a more suitable appellation under the circumstances. The terrace was shaded by an awning, surrounded by a low fence and populated by a number of small round tables each with four chairs. There were no signs of life at this establishment except for the hostess, who bowed to me and indicated with a gesture that I should choose any table that I wished. Indeed I was spoilt for choice. I acknowledged her with a nod of my head and walked to a table that just seemed to be the right one. I had hardly settled at my chosen table when a waitress approached me, naturally like all the other women I had seen she was a vision of divine beauty. She was neatly and un-provocatively dressed in a short black skirt, formal court shoes and a tailored white silken blouse. The blouse was open at the neck, just far enough to allow me a subtle glimpse of the swell of her full round breasts. I instinctively knew that she was not wearing a bra, nor had she any need of one as her breasts sat firmly and proudly her chest. Those ideal womanly orbs moved softly beneath their covering. I could clearly make out the shape of her erect nipples pushing out through her silky fabric of her blouse as she walked towards me. In brief moments she was at my table bowing deeply and formally to me. As she had began to bend at the waist her blouse had simply evaporated before my eyes leaving only a ghostly outline of where it had been. I had a full and unimpeded view of her upper body. I wanted to pull her to me, clamp my lips upon her long, thick dark nipples and suckle upon them. I felt hot, uncomfortably yet deliciously hot. I was aware of movement in my chinos as my new and improved manhood became engorged, swelling and hardening in preparation for what might soon follow. Yet, bizarrely, I sat transfixed unable to move a muscle voluntarily. She spoke, the sound of her voice was like music to my ears yet the words she was saying were totally alien to me. No problem, so it seemed as a full understanding of her speech materialised in my mind. Her words were formal; in the highest Japanese tradition she addressed me as lowly servant might address a great lord. "Oh great and most honourable sir" she addressed me, still bowing low and averting her eyes, "you bring to this humble and unworthy teahouse the highest esteem by favouring us with your visit, how may I have the inestimable honour of serving you oh great master?" To my great bafflement and surprise I responded in flawless and equally formal Japanese by ordering a beer. A Beer! How come the thing in the forefront of my mind, the one thing it seemed that I now wanted most in the world was a long cold beer? Confused? Well, for me that is my normal state. Her clothing was restored and she withdrew. Within seconds a long bedewed glass of my chosen lightly foaming beverage was being presented to me. I was honoured with another deep formal bow and titillated by the repeated miracle of my waitress' blouse evaporating, which afforded me another viewing of her gorgeous breasts. This time however I felt no urge to reach out and grab her, I simply wanted to take in the view. Unconsciously my hand went to my lap to adjust the lie of my swollen member. The briefest of smiles flashed across the young lady's lips and her hand flew to her mouth as she tried to stifle the sweetest giggle I have ever heard. Dreamtime Taking backwards steps and bowing repeatedly, all very formal and proper, she retreated from my presence. After four or five steps she stood, still naked from the waist up, and stated to turn away. Just then her skirt, and her panties if she had ever been wearing any, also vanished. Naked, except for her shoes, she stood for a moment in semi-profile allowing me to observe and enjoy the full beauty of her shape. I was most delighted to see that her pudendum was ornamented by a little tuft of straight black hair. This vision was taken away from me all too soon, as she resumed her turn, to be replaced with the equally splendid view of her slender straight back, the pert globes of her buttocks and her long shapely legs as, moving almost catlike, she walked away from me. In a finale to this scene, she tuned her head and treated me to the sweetest and sexiest smile. Then with a small but highly provocative wiggle of her hips she was gone. I took a long sip of my beer, it was delicious; and saw that the terrace, now far from being empty, was full of life. Every table was occupied by groups of three or four young women chatting animatedly and giggling together over drinks or ice creams. My own table, I noticed, was set slightly apart from the others and on a raised platform so that I had an overview of the whole of the enclosure. As I slowly sipped and savoured my beer taking in the scene before me I became aware that I was also being watched. Every pair of eyes there were at some point being turned towards me with furtive glances. Occasionally I would catch one of these glances, but as my eyes locked onto target, hers would be rapidly pulled away and a girlish giggle suppressed by her cupped hand brought quickly to her mouth. For once I was greatly enjoying being the centre of attention. I felt myself preening, back pulled up, chest out shoulders back posing almost. If I had had the tail of a peacock it would have been on full display. My glass was empty and I had had sufficient to drink, it was time to move on. I glanced around seeking my pretty waitress; she was nowhere to be seen. The hostess hurried up to me and honoured me with a formal bow. I was a little disappointed that her clothes hadn't disappeared as she bowed, but no matter. "How much?" I asked, indicating my empty glass. "Oh, great and honourable sir, no payment is needed, it is free. Naturally, for you great sir," she made a gesture that encompassed the whole area, "everything here is free." She withdrew still bowing and faded from my sight. As I stood, the table, the chair and my empty beer glass all melted out of existence. I found myself on a stage lit by a spotlight but I still had a clear view of my audience all seated at their little round teahouse tables. Every face was turned to me and all of their eyes were filled with lust and longing, pleading that it would be she, over all the rest, which I chose. Never in my wildest dreams had I... Oh! Hold on. This is my wildest dream. My loose chinos and comfortable shirt had vanished. My sculpted and oiled body glistened as I posed in the spotlight. My hips thrust forward to best display the full shape, scale and virtually full arousal of my impressive manhood that was tantalisingly outlined by the tight briefs that were all in which I was now clad. The air was filled with the sound of many shuddering female sighs. I surveyed the expectant faces of the young women ranged before me. I knew I could have any of them that I wished to choose, however, I had to make a choice. One pair of eyes seemed to call out to me even louder than the rest. I pointed to her, and crooked my finger to signal that I had chosen her. As she rose from her place to come to me, I shook my head and with the flat of my hand signalled that she should stop. Her face dropped, tears of disappointment welling up in her eyes. I smiled at her and her face lit up again as I indicated with another couple of gestures that it was not just she, but also her two companions with whom she was seated that I wanted. There was a clattering of furniture and crockery as tables and chairs were roughly pushed aside in their rush to be with me. I stepped down from the stage my previous attire restored as mysteriously as it had vanished, and strode from the teahouse with purpose, my chosen ones trotting along behind me trying to keep up with my long easy strides. Before me stood a hotel, its grand entrance door was being held open for me by a uniformed doorman - woman. She was dressed in the traditional doorman's uniform of frock coat and top hat which she was doffing as she bowed to me. This hard masculine attire though did nothing to mask her obvious femininity. I entered the lobby; my entourage closely in tow, all the hotel staff were lined up bowing to me in greeting. The manageress, receptionists, cooks, maids, the bar and restaurant staff, they were all there. I strode on past them nodding curtly to the more senior members who bobbed even lower in acknowledgement that I had cared to notice them, the rest I ignored. Here I, the 'great and honourable sir', as I had been addressed in the teahouse, had high status and they were far below me as was being properly indicated by the depth of their bows. Ahead, a uniformed bellboy - girl, there was no mistaking the fulsome swell of her chest, was indicating that the lift was being held for me. When I, and my concubines behind me, had all entered the lift the doors closed smoothly behind us and we were whisked upwards. The lift arrived at its destination and we stepped out into the penthouse suite. When I entered the bedroom, whose door had opened as I had approached, I was a little disappointed. I would have thought that I would have been able to conjure for myself something better than this. The room was typical of many of the international chain hotels in which I have stayed. It was large enough and most likely comfortable enough and certainly not lacking any of the facilities that I would normally want or expect. But it was bland, like all such rooms almost totally devoid of character apart from a couple of tasteful and appropriate prints adorning the walls and in this case a flower arrangement of stark artistic simplicity placed on a side table. My three 'girls' whom I shall now name as Akako, Hanako and Isamu were lined up, naked, in front of me awaiting my command. I too was naked, our clothing, no longer required, had simply ceased to exist. This way saved all that tedious business of undressing. Hanako, she was the one whom I had chosen first, had large eyes, a cute button nose and a small but perfectly formed mouth. She wore her hair neither very short nor long but in a style that perfectly framed her pretty face. Her flesh tone was the darkest of the three. Not the classic ivory colour, but something closer to pale coffee. Her breasts were small each one probably not quite enough to fill one of my hands. Her nipples, though, were the most outstanding of the three pairs that I had before me. They were long, thick and very erect. Her body, legs and arms were slim and delicate. She was very slim, but not skinny. She carried just enough body fat to give a gentle softness to her almost angular frame. My eyes were drawn down to the soft rounded mound of her pubis and the black hair that sprouted from it. The rest of her intimate area, as far as I could see was smooth and hairless. She was aroused, obviously so, as was being betrayed by the hardness of her nipples, the rise and fall of her small breasts as she breathed, her partly closed eyes, slightly open mouth and the way that the tip of her tongue darted forward now and again to moisten her lips. However her pretty flower had not yet blossomed, its petals remained tightly shut. I could tell though that her petals could be opened with the lightest touch and soon she would be in full bloom. Next my gaze fell upon Akako. She was the most rounded, and most womanly of the trio and her skin was the palest, a Japanese beauty in the classic mould. It was not difficult to imagine her as a highly prized Geisha or as a senior concubine in the old Imperial Household. Soft and curvaceous might be the most apt description of her. Her full round breasts that drooped slightly under their own weight were crowned by pale pink areolas and small perky nipples. Her waist narrowed dramatically and her stomach was flat but not concave. Her hips were broad and well covered, plenty there for a man to get hold of but there was nothing spare or flabby about Akako. Her legs too were of sturdy build, but shapely and very attractive. Her soft womanly curves where counter-pointed by the deep red colour with which she had tinted her naturally black hair, the smouldering lustful hunger I could see in her eyes, and the bright red, almost scarlet lipstick with which she had painted her mouth. This one, I thought, was an animal, hungry and caged, desperate to escape and devour any passing male. She stood, legs slightly apart with her hips thrust forward. The broad strip of her thick pubic hair extended from her soft mound down and between her legs. Her pussy was open and I glimpsed the deep red of extreme arousal within. The crowning glory of her erotic display was the distended and erect nub of her unusually large clitoris that protruded out from between her lower lips. Last, but by no means least was Isamu, lean, mean and ready for a fight she looked. Her body was taut and well muscled but they were the muscles of a dancer or a gymnast not those of a body-builder. Her breasts were firm and carried high on her chest. Their shape was almost conical and her hard thin nipples pointed straight forward as if they were being pulled. Her stomach was concave, the hard ends of her pelvis standing out, and she had almost nothing in the way of a soft pad of fat to have to cushion her pubis. Her pubic hair, the little she had, was trimmed down almost to stubble and shaped into a severe inverted triangle. There was nothing soft, delicate or curvaceous about this one, built, as she was, more for speed than comfort. She was going to be a hard, but exciting ride. Even Isamu's face had a hard angular look about it, except for her eyes that gave away just the tiniest hint of longing as she coyly surveyed my body. Whilst I scrutinized the array of erotic beauty in front of me I took a moment to make a closer examination of my own augmented sexual equipment. It was certainly longer and thinker, a good two of my hand widths in length, as opposed to the little more than one and a half of the old model. The extra thickness too was pleasing to my hand; I certainly didn't need to close my fist quite as far to get a firm grip on it. A new and different sensation struck me as I appreciatively stroked my hard and erect shaft. I had to look down at my self and double check that what I suspected was true. It was. I had also acquired a foreskin; I had never had one of those before. Well I must have once, but as I was a victim, if that is the right word, of infant circumcision I had no memory of it. I had often wondered what it would be like to have that extra bit of skin to play with, now I was beginning to find out. "Ahem!" The sound was tiny but enough to break me from my self-pleasuring reverie. I looked up and caught Hanako looking with me with an expression that said 'Well!' but her eyes were quickly cast down again in a reverential way. However it was enough to remind me that these three girls were waiting, at least one with dwindling patience, for me to command them. They were here, after all, solely for my pleasure it would be remiss of me not to make proper use of them. "A Shower," I announced, "I would like us all to have a shower. No, better than that a shower and a bath in the Japanese fashion." I took a few paces forward and stepped into the wet area that had materialised as I had voiced my desire. The huge showerhead above me drenched me with warm water of the perfect temperature and my girls, my playthings, rushed to surround me. All three armed with soap drenched shower mitts worked as a team to cover every square inch of my body with subtly fragrant, soft soapy lather. Of course some areas of my body received much more attention than others and quite naturally those were the places that brought me most pleasure, with so much soap being administered so liberally all four of us were soon slick and slippery. The shower mitts along with any pretence that this was nothing more than a cleansing exercise were soon discarded. Under the deluge of seemingly inexhaustible warm water any differences in status, any formalities, which existed between the master and his slaves, willing, very willing, but slaves none the less, were quickly washed away. We became entangled, my three gorgeous sexy girls and I, in an orgy of touching, feeling, caressing and arousing. Not that any of us could have been very much more aroused than we already were without succumbing to orgasm. As our frenzy of mutual stimulation progressed, the true nature of each of my lovelies was revealed to me, it came as no surprise to me that passionate and fiery Akako was the first to drop to her knees and engulf my steel hard man-flesh within her mouth. She swallowed my not insubstantial cock almost in its entirety in a single gulp and proceeded to suck me with a lust-fired hunger bordering on obsession. One of her hands pushed between my legs and pulled me onto her face, a finger jabbing at my anus seeking to gain entry. With her other hand she insistently, almost roughly massaged my balls as she sought to milk me of my seed. It was only with the greatest effort of will that I didn't explode into orgasm almost immediately. As my legs buckled under the onslaught of Akako's furious and frantic fellatio, Hanako and Isamu stood either side of me each with an arm about my waist to give me support, as, with a hand for each, I continued to explore their bodies. My sweet and pretty 'flower girl', Hanako, was first to succumb to my ministrations. Her stance, turned slightly away from me, indicating a lingering air of shyness and reservation about her, gave my searching fingers easy access to their goal. The delicate petals of her pussy lips opened readily under my gentle approach. Then she truly blossomed forth. While I digitally probed her snug but drenched canal and my thumb teased her small sensitive clitoris she cried out in orgasmic bliss. Her free hand flew to her chest and she began to pull hard, even cruelly at her own thick, distended nipples. All the while shuddering as her long, deep and intense orgasm overwhelmed her. No shy virgin, Hanako, as she had tried to project herself, her hidden wanton nature was now revealed in the throes of her orgasm. Fast and aggressive Isamu was next to cum. Her flesh felt softer and more giving under my hand than I would have suspected from my first sight of her naked form. Her powerful athletic physic was dressed over by the soft velvet of femininity. Yet, beneath the veneer of feminine compliance she still wanted to take her pleasure in the way that she chose. I had sought to investigate her pussy from behind by way of the circumnavigation of her taut rump. As my fingers neared their chosen destination she jerked her hips causing my hand to slide over her soap slicked flesh and my finger to come to rest at the entrance of a different orifice. Her anal sphincter was relaxed and open, ready to receive my invading digit that easily slipped inside her body as she pushed back and down upon it. Her strong muscles gripped the welcome invader preventing its escape. Her hips jerked back and forth in short powerful thrusts as she arse-fucked herself on my finger. At the same time, while her one hand still gripped me tightly about the waist with her other she was frigging herself with a speed and force that I would never have thought to administer upon her body. "Aï, Aï, Aï" she cried out loud and shrilly as the tsunami of her orgasm broke upon her. She gulped in great lungfulls of air expelling them again in explosive bursts much as an athlete might do at the end of a hard race. When her peak had passed, Isamu slackened the pace of her self-manipulations slowly warming herself down from her exertions. I barely outlasted my two supporters whose orgasmic writhing was pulling me from side to side. Akako's insistent sucking and manipulations and the pleasure cries of the other two girls broke my will to hold back any longer. My turgid shaft swelled further as the great up welling of my ejaculation rushed to be free. My hot spunk flooded Akako's throat, she swallowed greedily without the slightest sign of gagging. Then her suction redoubled. Again and again I flooded her throat until I could give her no more. I staggered then collapsed to the tiled floor pulling my two supporters down with me. My cock parted from Akako's lips with a loud pop as she was still sucking, trying to still more out of me. The deluge from the shower had abated and become a soft cool, soothing rain. A little time passed as we all recovered our composure. All that is, except Akako. Parted from my cock, her feeder, she had sunk back onto her haunches. There she still remained, tense, vigilant, licking and smacking her lips, her gaze darting around as if seeking her next meal. Of the four of us she was the only one not yet to achieve orgasm. Isamu and Hanako helped me back to my feet and conducted me towards the bath. It was in a corner set into a raised platform about a foot high. The bath itself was circular and more than big enough to accommodate the four of us in comfort. The platform in which it was set was straight on the two sides that projected into the room, but where it met the wall both the platform and the wall were curved to form a ledge of about two feet wide around that quadrant. Even in the steamy heat of this room a gentle mist rose from the water. I stepped up onto platform and traversed it in a short pace. I was about to step down into the water when the girls' hands checked me. Looking down I saw that it was much deeper than I had thought. With the help of their steadying hands I took the first long step down into bath. The bath was indeed deep and the water very hot, so hot that my first instinct was to pull back when my foot touched it. However once I had settled onto the seat that ran right around the inside and the water had risen almost to the level of my shoulders I had quickly acclimatised. As I rested my head back onto the padded surround I no longer found the heat uncomfortable. Only Isamu had joined me in the bath, she knelt beside me, made sure that I was comfortable and asked if everything had met with my approval. I told her that I had found everything so far to be perfect. On receiving my assurance her face lit up, her mouth stretched into a broad smile and her eyes sparkled with happiness. She bobbed her head repeatedly and thanked me profusely for my kindness. I am sure she would have made a deeper bow if it had not have meant plunging her head under the water. Meanwhile, Hanako had brought Akako over to join us. They had not entered the bath but seated themselves on the edge. Hanako sat with her back against the curved wall her legs spread wide apart, between her legs sat Akako her bottom perched on the very edge of the bath her legs dangling into the water. Hanako's arms were around Akako supporting her, with her hands cupping Akako's full breasts. Akako's arms were down, her hands griping the sides of the bath outside Hanako's legs. Seeing that the other two were now in place Isamu begged that I should let her join the others as now it was time for her to deal with Akako's needs. I released her and adjusted my seating position so that I could get the best view of the show. Dreamtime I think that I might have just made a mistake by using the word 'show.' The lighting changed, the ambient light drained away to almost nothing and the three 'performers' were picked out in a soft, pale pink spotlight. Well he, him, the other me the one watching this from outside, he does like his little jokes. And I suppose that this is his dream as much as it is mine. The girls seemed not to have taken any notice of the lighting effects perhaps they were for my benefit only. On with the show! Isamu set about her task. Kneeling on the underwater seating ledge first she rearranged Akako's legs, spreading them wide, lifting each one and hooking it over Hanako's, then made other small adjustments to Akako's sitting position until she judged it to be just right. Once this was done she put one of her hands on Akako's thigh and put two of her fingers of her other hand to her mouth, they were accepted and sucked in just as my cock had been. After a few moments of noisy sucking Isamu withdrew her fingers from Akako's mouth with a slight pop and applied them to her gaping pussy. Repeatedly she made stroking passes with her wetted fingers over the outer parts of Akako's pussy, from bottom to top, each pass was finished with a sharp upward flick as the fingers encountered her exceptional clit. At each of these flicks it was as if a jolt of electricity had been passed through Akako's body; she jerked stiff for a moment let go a gasp then sagged back to how she had been. Isamu's moves were slow and methodical nevertheless Akako was given little respite before the next jolt hit. After a few strokes Isamu again gave Akako her fingers to suck upon, this time of course coated with her own juices, they where accepted with equal, if not even greater greed than the first time. Apparently Akako got as much pleasure from the taste of her own sex as she had done from my emissions. After a short interlude of finger sucking the stroking, clitoris-flicking process was repeated again. While Isamu had been attending to Akako's pussy Hanako had been attending to her breasts. With the same deliberate precision as Isamu was employing she was massaging Akako's full breasts in small circular movements. Each of these movements was terminated by Hanako's thumbs flicking across her stiff nipples in perfect synchronisation with Isamu's clit flicking. It was little wonder that Akako was being wracked with powerful pleasure jolts under this kind of treatment. During the finger sucking intervals Hanako's actions also changed, from squeezing and flicking to caressing and stroking. The obvious signs of Akako's arousal were very clear to me as I sat close to the three of them as they played their scene. Her over-sized clitoris was erect and distended its hood fully withdrawn; it stood up proudly poking out from between her pussy lips like a miniature cock. Her nipples too were hard, erect and distended. Akako had now endured several rounds of the finger sucking clit and nipple flicking treatment. Isamu, who was clearly in control of this session, now decided that a change of tack was called for. After the final clit flick instead of offering her fingers to Akako she brought her fingers to her own face. First she sniffed them, and then tasted with a single pass of the tip of her tongue along their length. After a moment's consideration, again bypassing Akako, she offered her fingers to Hanako. As Isamu had done, first she sniffed them, and then taking Isamu's hand in hers she placed one of the two fingers in her mouth closed her lips around it then slowly withdrew it. She repeated the same action with the other. Then after her tongue had passed slowly and sensuously over her lips a smile spread across her face. It was one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen in my life. But the show wasn't over yet. The fat lady, as they say, hadn't sung. Hanako released Isamu's hand, the two girls' eyes locked for a moment and then the nodded in agreement. The time was just right. Isamu dropped her hand again to Akako's pussy, but this time she did not stroke, but she plunged those same two fingers deep into her gaping and drenched vagina. Isamu pumped her fingers in and out for a few squelchy wet strokes, then her face too dropped to Akako's pubic forest. She locked her lips about that enormous clit she found there and bobbed her head as she fellated it in time with the vigorous finger fucking she was administering. Neither was Hanako being idle. In a difficult manoeuvre she hefted the large tits that were in her hands and started to lick and suck both of Akako's nipples in turn. The nipple that was not receiving the treatment from her lips and tongue she squeezed and tugged with her fingers. But her abuse of Akako's nipples was nowhere near as harsh as that she had earlier given her own. Akako was panting and gasping as her orgasm approached, in moments the first wave struck and she cried out in a sort of muted strangled scream, but the other two were not finished with her yet. Another, louder, cry burst from her lips as the second wave struck, and still they continued in their exquisite torment of her. At last she gave full voice to her passion, and her long wailing scream reverberated around the room. She dropped, collapsing like a rag doll. If the other two had not be there to catch her she would have plunged into the bath. With gentle care Hanako and Isamu eased Akako into the water. Leaving Isamu to tend to Akako's recovery Hanako moved to my side. All shyness and reserve had left her, her large, soft brown eyes engaged mine as under the water her small hand stroked and squeezed my cock. She seemed to be trying to gauge the state of my arousal. As I had made a full recovery from the oral ravishing I had received from Akako, my equipment stood in readiness for the call to action but was not yet quite on high alert. While she continued to stroke my stiffening cock Hanako spoke to me for the first time since I had picked her out as my first choice. She whispered to me in English, of sorts. "You enjoy show, we make good show for you yes?" "Yes very good." I responded in a low voice "Isamu and Hanako give Akako nice cum big noisy cum. Akako very loud when she cum." I nodded in agreement, as she continued. "You give Hanako good cum too. But Hanako small quiet girl not big noisy girl like Akako, she still cum very good though. Now time you have more fun, yes?" Every time she had used the word 'cum' she had added emphasis by giving my swollen rod a quick sharp tug. "Oh Yes" I responded feeling almost compelled to signal my agreement. "But first you make promise. You promise you save next cum for Hanako pussy, yes? What ever happen you save cum for number one choice Hanako. She first one feel big cock squirting cum in belly; you promise Hanako. Yes!" "Yes Hanako, I promise, I'll promise to save my cum for your pussy." Her eyes sparkled with pleasure and she raised her lips to meet mine. We embraced, a short but passionate, tongue wrestling kiss. Hanako was first to break away. "Now we make something extra special for you." She gave my cock another little squeeze. It felt rock hard and ready to me but perhaps not quite good enough for her as she went on to say. "But you not quite ready yet. Hanako give you little suck make you extra ready. Not big suck like Akako give, Hanako don't give big suck like that, but nice suck, just enough." She bade me sit up on the side of the bath and proceeded to worship my cock with her mouth. Her fellatio was brief but very pleasurable. She took my shaft in both of her small hands pulling down on it hard, withdrawing my foreskin and fully exposing my swollen cock-head. Her mouth was small and my cock was large she could get little more than the head of it in. But what she did with the amount of cock she did get into her mouth was delightful. Maintaining the downward pressure of her hands she bobbed her head a few times applying a good suction as she did. Next holding her lips just below the crown she swirled her tongue around my cock-head and probed my pee-hole a couple of times with its tip. A couple more bobs then she withdrew my cock from her mouth and licked up and down and around my shaft and over the head, before reapplying her mouth. She repeated these actions a few times until I felt my cock swelling and the pressure of impending orgasm build. Sensing what was about to happen Hanako quickly pulled away from me, changed her grip and squeezed tightly on the base of my rod until the urge to cum had passed. "You no cum yet! You promise Hanako," Her voice was almost scolding, anger flashed in her eyes. Then she softened again. "But maybe you need Hanako help you keep promise. We see. We go now, Isamu waiting." With that she deftly leapt from the bath and led me down off the platform. Akako appeared holding a towel; the two of them quickly and efficiently dried me off. The girls it seemed had no need for towels, both of them were already dry. They led me back to the bedroom area where Isamu was ready for me. As we moved I heard a slight sound behind me. I glanced back to find that the room that been restored to the way it had been when I had first entered, no sign of the shower or bath remained. The only difference was that the lighting was now softer and more seductive. Isamu stood with her back to me, bent over the bed. Her long legs were braced; feet well apart and her hands griped the bed covers. Her almost hairless pussy looked wet and ready; her dark outer lips were engorged and open. The other two girls, each holding my hands led me into place, not that I needed any guidance, I could almost feel my cock pulling me forward keen to engage with that hot pussy. My hands were placed on Isamu's hips and Akako and Hanako dropped to their knees to either side and slightly behind me They each put one hand onto one of my buttocks, the other at the top of each my thighs. Isamu's hand came back between her legs to guide me in and the other two eased me forward so that the head of my cock just engaged her slick pussy and held me steady. She looked back at me, with a board grin and in a voice that had more that a touch of Hollywood about it said: 'Hold onto your hat big boy, this is going to be one hell of a ride!" She pushed back onto me, hard, at the same time I felt the two hands on my buttocks shoving me forward. Our two bodies met with a crash, my cock buried to the hilt in her hot pussy. For a moment her strong internal muscles clenched and held me in a vice-like grip. Then relaxed just a little as her hips dropped and I was pulled slowly back so just my cock-head remained inside. Then another hard thrust from both Isamu and the two behind me. Our bodies again slapped together, at the moment of meeting her muscles clamped down on me again. Simultaneously, both she and I expelled the breath from our bodies in an explosive burst. She released, another slow withdrawal, both us noisily sucking in breath to recharge our lungs. Another hard assisted thrust and slow withdrawal, and another, and another, and another getting faster and faster and faster... As the pace of our fucking increased the sound of our noisy breathing sounded to me like a steam train gathering speed as it departs the station. The pace was relentless and still building both in speed and ferocity. Akako and Hanako were swinging my body like a like a horizontal pile driver and smashing it into Isamu who at the same time was thrusting herself back onto me with almost equal force. Just how much pounding could this girl take before she broke? Eventually the answer came as Isamu cried out in orgasm. Still our pace did not yet relent. The pressure that her pussy muscles where exerting on my cock increased almost to the point of pain. No grip and release now, just constant hard squeeze. At each withdrawal I felt the skin of my cock being so stretched and pulled, that I was fearful that it would be torn from me. After several more crashing thrusts Isamu's tight grip upon me waived. She cried out convulsing in the final throes of her ecstasy. Her legs gave out and she disengaged from me collapsing onto the bed where she lay twitching as her orgasmic convulsions ebbed away. I too was close to the point of no return as I stood there breathing heavily, my hot pussy juice coated cock standing up and rigid in front of me, jerking involuntarily. I might have cum at any moment had not Hanako with her surprisingly strong hands stepped in to prevent me. She held me again in her cum-blocking grip and blew cool soft breaths across my throbbing meat to calm me and bring me back from the brink. Once more Isamu surprised me with her sudden change of demeanour. She was kneeling, sitting back on her haunches in front of me, her knees together and hands resting, flat, palms down on about the middle of her thighs. Her tongue was slowly licking her lips and I feel her gaze on my cock which Hanako was now no longer gripping hard, but holding it up, partly covered and away from Isamu, with an air of proprietorship. Isamu's gaze was not steady upon my cock. She would look at it for a moment and lick her lips. Then raise her eyes up to Hanako a look of pleading. Isamu's pleadings where accepted by Hanako, who slowly released my cock, which now slightly relaxed, came to rest at a little above at a right-angle to my body. Isamu rose from her haunches, her hands still in place on her thighs; her eyes engaged with mine, she extended her tongue and licked my cock with one long single stoke. This done she sat back down, lowered her eyes, bowed her head and in a quiet reverential voice said: "Thank you, thank you Master," and slowly faded from my view. I raised my eyes to find Akako spread on the bed before me. Her head was propped on many pillows; her knees were raised and spread wide apart exposing her womanly treasure to me. Her hands were reaching out to me, palms towards me inviting me to join her. Hanako stood beside the bed, and with an open gesture indicated that I should now take my pleasure in the soft voluptuous body that was laid before me. She was saving herself for last. My coupling with Akako was easy and natural, our bodies joined together smoothly and with out fuss. She enfolded me in a warm embrace, with both her arms and legs wrapped around me. The soft pillows of her full breasts pressed against my chest, her hard nipples rubbing on mine. Our pubic hair enmeshed as we lay together close coupled, I could clearly feel the hard tip of her extended clitoris rubbing up and down against my pubic pad as we moved together in soft harmony. Akako's lips met with mine. We kissed, softly at first, then with growing passion and strength. As we kissed Akako's pussy rhythmically gripped my deep buried cock in a tight embrace, but with nothing approaching the force that Isamu had exerted on me. Akako kissed with a lustful hunger, sucking my tongue into her mouth in a similar fashion to which she had earlier demonstrated upon my cock. Her kisses gave the lie to our otherwise tender lovemaking, clearly showing that below her soft and yielding flesh the wild beast still lurked. After several minutes of this warm soft coupling Akako tensed briefly then relaxed giving voice to a long low sigh. An orgasm, I assume, but nothing of the noise and drama of her previous climax. I felt a tugging at my shoulder from Hanako's little hand. Apparently satisfied, Akako released me from her embrace and let me roll away from her without protest. My cock, steel hard, slapped up against my body when it slid out of Akako's wet sheath, it was fully primed and ready to shoot but I had not felt the urge again to fire my sticky bullets. Hanako, ever the spokeswoman for the trio, whispered to me again in her pretty voice and mangled English. "Nice fuck?" she enquired, I grunted in response as she leaned over my cock and licked it in the same way that Isamu had "Mmm tasty. Two girl juice taste very good on big hard cock." She declared licking her lips. "Very soon you get Hanako girl juice on big cock too. Two nice girl juice mean two nice fuck... What kind fuck you like best, Steam Hammer fuck like Isamu make you? Or Featherbed Fuck like Akako make you? Hanako hope you like different fuck she make you best... You special man Hanako make you special fuck, make you special big cum, Big cock spurt lots man juice just for Hanako pussy like you promise. Hanako special too, she make you Imperial Fuck... OK we fuck now!" She gave me a little kiss on the lips and climbed to straddle my prone body. She squatted over me, I held my cock up for her as she slowly bore down and impaled herself upon it. Her progress was slow and careful. Being, as she was, the smallest of the trio and her pussy the snuggest fit. She took in a little at a time, pausing, lifting up again, and then pushing down a bit further. It took several of these moves until my sizable manly sceptre was fully accommodated within her delicate body. She paused again, allowing her body to adjust to the full scale of the intrusion. "Mmm" she murmured, "That feel so good, big cock make Hanako feel so full. Hanako not little girl like she pretend, she proper woman just like other two. You see now." She took my hands and placed them on her breasts and I held her long thick nipples between my fingers and thumbs in the way in which she seemed to like. "You lie still." She instructed me, "you let Hanako do work. She make you cum good, you like best, Hanako promise." She began to move, and I did like it best of all! She was as different in her style from the other two as she had predicted. There was neither rough humping of Isamu or the soft rocking action of Akako, but something between the two. Like everything else about her, her movements were small and delicate, but no less stimulating or enjoyable for that. She did not move up and down but keeping my cock fully sheathed within her, the rest of her body still, she moved her pelvis back and forth, side to side and round and round. Her motion gave me all the same feelings as a conventional fuck plus more. Every so often she would pause, lift herself off a little, resettle and start again with a new pattern of movements that seemed to change endlessly varying her pace almost as often as her direction, one moment fast and jerky, the next slow and smooth. Her internal muscle control too was superb. Her pussy did not simply grip and release as the other two had. Her muscles rippled, sucking me into her and milking me. Her internal movements mirrored and amplified the rotations of her pelvis perfectly. She would build me up to a high plateau and hold me near the edge for a while. Then bring me back down with soft calming movements, only to build me up again; closer and closer she took me, but never quite into the void. There was nothing more I either wanted or needed to do other than lie back, enjoy the exquisite sensations she was giving me and play with her nipples. Hanako too seemed to have given herself completely to getting the maximum pleasure from this experience. Her hands were behind her, gripping my thighs, bracing herself at the optimum angle for giving and receiving the greatest pleasure. Her eyes closed, her head was back and she was emitting an almost continues stream of little moans and sighs. Occasionally she would give a little yelp of pain if I had tugged or pinched one her nipples too hard. These jolts of pain though spurred her on. The harder and rougher I treated her nipples the faster and more intense her movements would become increasing the level of pleasure her well trained little pussy was giving to me. So wrapt was she in her own pleasure, her muscles working automatically in the patterns that she had set. Hanako relinquished her rigid control over me and let me fall over the edge. A hot fire filled my loins, my hips thrust up, I roared like a beast and I delivered deep into her womb a massive spurt of my hot cum. My powerful ejaculation triggered Hanako's orgasm to which she gave voice by crying out loudly a long utterance in her own native tongue. Dreamtime I have no idea of what she had said as the instant translation system had failed to work. But judging timbre and cadence of the words, and the gasp of shock from Akako who was still lying beside us, I can only guess that it was the kind of language that no nice polite Japanese lady should know, let alone give utterance to. The moment past, the nature of Hanako's movements changed. As I remained raised and braced up from the bed Hanako sought to milk from me with her pussy every drop of my spunk that I could deliver to her. I managed to give her three more strong spurts and a dribble before I collapsed back to the bed. She, still firmly clamped to me, fell on my chest and we cuddled kissed and caressed until my spent and wilting cock slipped from inside her. Spent and exhausted we rearranged ourselves, me lying in the centre of the bed with Hanako and Akako on either side of me. Isamu reappeared; she crawled up from the bottom of the bed, and positioned her self over my legs. With delicate strokes of her tongue she proceeded to clean and sooth my happy and well-used cock. I am sure I could hear her purring like a cat as she continued to lap at me and I drifted off to sleep. Or... I awoke and the room was dark, lit only by the dwindling twilight and the dull glow of the two LCD screens in front of me which had gone into screen-saver mode and were showing the animated Windows® logo that was set as default. I was sprawled back in my chair legs apart, with my old green robe hanging loosely at my sides. My hands were in my lap and grasped lightly between my fingers was the fullest, hardest erection that I had enjoyed in many a day. I was about to take full pleasure in this unusual occurrence when another and more urgent need grabbed my attention. As well as the pressure from my bladder I became aware of the cat rubbing herself against my legs and mewling at me. "Damn it!" I said, hauling my self from my chair. "I need to pee!" Having evicted the cat and reliving myself of that nagging pressure but sadly no longer erect, I returned to my desk. I nudged the mouse to reactivate the screens expecting to find the browser windows still open that were there when I had fallen asleep. But no, the word processor program was open and not to the blank empty page that I had abandoned this morning. To be continued.