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Holidays

By: djinnrummy



Holidays can be so educational.

I live in an apartment block in the city with my dad and step-mom. Dad is a long distance lorry-driver and mom works at a school as an administrative assistant and like most of my friends and acquaintances, I'm unemployed. I know that my parents are very happy together when dad's home, but he travels all over Europe and is often away for days at a time. As the start of the school summer holidays drew near, dad asked me if I would mind going to stay with my Grandmother, mom's mother, because he and mom wanted to spend some quality personal time together. He had managed to book a holiday from his job at the same time as her holidays, which he often was unable to do. I really didn't mind because I like my grandma a lot, and she lives in a lovely part of the country called the Yorkshire Dales.

Off I went to stay with grandma. Dad had told me that she would most likely have a few odd jobs that she would like me to do because she couldn't or didn't know how to. Granddad had always done the work on the house because he had been a builder, but two years ago it had been a very bad winter and he caught pneumonia and died.

I had been mending a gate to the garden when the familiar ache started and I knew I would have to deal with it straight away because I couldn't concentrate on anything else when it started. I rushed indoors and upstairs to the toilet, my cock had started to get stiff again. I sat on the toilet, dropped my shorts and underpants so that I could grasp my cock, and stroke it. Just recently it seemed that my cock was getting stiff more frequently, but I enjoyed my wanking sessions to get rid of it. Finally the result, that I wanted so badly, came, and a little spurt of thin liquid cream came out. 

I had been so intent on what I was doing I didn't notice that I hadn't closed the toilet door properly, and as I sighed happily, my head lifted, and my eyes widened, because my grandmother was standing in the doorway watching me with a big grin on her face.

"Well that looked like an enjoyable little wank you were having, did it feel good?"

I didn't have any choice, I'd been caught and had to admit that I had enjoyed it.

She came into the toilet and knelt in front of me. I tried to cover my now deflated cock, but she pushed my hand aside and got hold of it.

"It feels a lot nicer if somebody else masturbates you."

Before I could reply she had started to pull my cock up. She did it very gently, holding it between a finger and thumb; she then bent her head to me and licked the end of my cock which still had my juice on it. As she licked my cock I felt it stir and a now familiar feeling of need started to grow. Grandma also felt the stirring of my cock because she let go of it and stood up.

"I think we should go into my bedroom now."

I started to pick up my trousers, but she told me to leave them there. In the bedroom she made me remove the rest of my clothes and then I was told to take her blouse and bra off! Grandma said that: being familiar with a woman's body, what you must and must not do and how to make certain that she would gain pleasure from that knowledge was very important if one wanted to have a good sex life.

With shaking hands I did as asked she then placed them on her soft breasts. They are not large, not really small either but my mum's are bigger and fatter and don't sag at all. I know my dad likes them like that because he's always feeling them if he thinks I'm not looking. I was told how to feel her nipples and hold her breasts and suddenly she had two huge nipples when they had been really small before.

"Suck them, Peter, suck them really gently, but get your lips round them and pull them, OH YES, again, do that again OHhhh, do it again AAhhh. Oh that was good Peter, thank you."

She reached down and held my now rigid cock and telling me that it had become a really useful tool. I was instructed to sit on the bed then she knelt and put her mouth round my cock and sucked me into her. This time it wasn't a little drop of juice that came out of the end. What came out had burned along the whole length of my cock and it would have erupted into grandma's mouth, but she rapidly took her mouth away and several dollops of really thick semen shot onto her face. She waited until I was done then said:

"That was what you really needed, I'll clean this off while you go and dress. After that go and padlock the gate down the track, then padlock the garden gate, make sure the rear gate is locked and let the geese out of their pen because we do not want any interruptions today. After that get your self showered and put your bathrobe on, we'll have lunch then you can find out what I've got between my legs, I think you'll like it!"

She sat opposite me at the table with her 'robe open so that her breasts showed and wobbled as she moved. She asked me if I liked the sight of bare breasts and I had to admit that I did and that I'd seen mom's on quite a few occasions because she kept forgetting that I was around on Saturday mornings. Grandma smiled and asked me if I'd seen any of the local girls' tits, but I haven't and said so. 

Taking a drink of tea, she came to my side of the table, knelt down, swallowed the tea, and then put my cock into her mouth. It was incredible, my cock had started to make its presence felt while I was looking at her breasts so she had been able to get me into her mouth really easily, the heat from the tea she'd just swallowed made me want to grab her head and shove my cock down her throat, but of course I didn't.

"Did you like that? That's a bit like it will feel when you get your cock into my vagina, and you'll find out that I'm telling the truth tonight because you're going to fuck me, tonight and every night after that. I'm going to teach you how to handle a woman and I'll be the woman you'll be handling. We are going to have a really good holiday!"

After washing the dishes she sat in an armchair with me standing in front of her. She held my cock and wanked me until I was really hard then she gently fondled my balls and cock until I could hardly think straight. My mind was centred on my aching cock and the wonderful feelings that I was experiencing.

"Get upstairs."

I got. She came into her bedroom and dropped her robe then opened a bedside cabinet drawer and removed a tube of cream and a vibrator! 

"Grandma, why do want a vib...?"

"You're going to need to learn about a few things my love, and how to use one of these is one of them!"

She climbed onto her bed, although it was hardly a climb because it was a divan bed which meant it was fairly low down. Lying on her back she pushed a pillow under her bottom then asked me to kneel at the foot end of the bed. As I did as she asked she bent her knees up and opened her legs really wide so that I was looking at her soft shaven sex. 

"There you are my love; that is what you've been dreaming of even if you didn't really know it. What do you think of it?"

"It looks exciting, and I want to feel it but I'd worry that I might hurt it."

"Worry not my pet, the reason your here now is so that you can learn how to pleasure such a treasure." 

For the next half an hour she pulled her sex open and pointed to various parts of its inner bits and then asked me to touch each bit to see how it felt. When I obeyed her instruction to push my fingers into her tunnel I was surprised at how hot, and wet, it was. I was also surprised at how she moaned and sighed. Eventually grandma stopped me pushing my fingers in and out of her and got off the bed.

"Now it's your turn, Get on the bed, and lie on your back."

I did as she said. She came to lie beside me and began stroking my chest and stomach. She told me about how important it was to take one's time about causing arousal in a woman, that one should talk to them softly whilst tenderly stroking them in what might be called 'permissible' areas for a while before testing the waters and moving ones attention to more interesting, and hopefully more beneficial, areas.

"Think about a journey in a new country, you try to see as much of interest as you can whilst travelling to your ultimate destination, also remember that when you climb a ladder to get where you want to be, you go up a step at a time to make sure you don't fall off." As she spoke her hands had widened their circular motion until her fingertips were just brushing over the base of my cock on each pass. 

She told me about the importance of a tender kiss on the neck to distract the woman as ones fingers sought an erogenous area and once the target position had been reached, how to delay and prolong the moment before actually caressing which ever part of her body was under siege, because by this time, there was a good chance that she was desperate for you to actually do it. That was the moment my Grandmother slid her hand along my cock and my hips involuntarily thrust upwards. Wrapping her hand around my stiff shaft she slowly moved it up and down watching the expression on my face as she did so.

"Was that good? Would you like me to stop? If you wish I will for a short while."

I shook my head.

Grandma then sat astride me, but she was facing my feet! She changed her position so that she knelt over me, her bottom descended onto my face until her sex was pressing against my mouth, and once again my cock was in her mouth. 

"Remember what I showed you and do whatever you think would excite me."

I did remember, and I did do what I thought would excite her. I got ten out of ten. Grandma came when I got three fingers inside her vagina, my lips pulling her clitoris and my left hand pulling her left nipple.

Grandma whined, she actually whined! then she screeched and swore a lot before rolling off me and lay panting on the bed alongside me.

She was in no position to be so careless. I had learned a great deal this day and I wanted the chance to put some more of what I'd learned into practice. I got the vibrator and the cream and got above grandma, this time it was me in the driving seat. I knew I should get her thighs as wide apart as possible so I got between her legs pulled them back towards me by hooking my arms behind her knees and forced them to slide up and apart. Once again I had a close up of grandma's very wet vagina, but this time I was running the show. I squeezed some cream onto the vibrator, switched it on I ran the shaft over the top of grandma's clitoris.

Grandma obligingly lifted her backside off the bed, I knew it was only the surprise that caused her to do that, but it was what I needed at that moment. The vibrator slid down her love tunnel and only when I felt a hindrance did I pull it back out again, It went in and out of her for an amazingly long time and as I had been increasing the speed of the shuttle service I was starting to think I would tire before she did, but honour was saved and this time grandma howled with orgasmic pleasure, lust and desire in one, extremely long, outburst. She then dragged me off her got me the right way round and kissed me profusely saying:

"Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was bloody marvellous and tonight I intend to keep my promise because you've earned it."

Late that night I had the first of many, many, fucks. The feeling as my rigid penis slid into her warm, wet, sex was fantastic and I knew I was going to spend the rest of my life getting as much of it as I could. To my shame my first fuck lasted four minutes. I was in heaven one minute and then the fires of hell came roaring down my cock and I was scrambling to get it out of her before my eruption reached blast off. 

"That's ok love, it was expected and now we just have to practice." Which we did, often. 

Sometimes we fucked after waking up or we fucked after the breakfast dishes were washed, sometimes we fucked after the lunch dishes were washed, but we always fucked in the evenings. It was never rushed. Always slow and sensuous so that we both savoured the feelings of euphoria. I could, and still can, have my Grandmother whenever I desire as long as I have her whenever she desires.

Just before I had to go back home grandma asked me if I had any idea why mom kept coming out of the bathroom in the nude "Just as you happened to be passing". I told her that mom kept forgetting I was home. Grandma said that in future I should not be so innocent.

"Does she do it when your dad is there or when he's just been?"

"I never thought about it." 

"Well think about this. Your mom loves your dad, that is certain, but she's obviously a needy woman and you are going to be a stand-in dad any time soon. Play it smooth, don't rush and she'll be paying midnight visits before long. Unless of course you get lucky and she just 'walks into you' the next time your passing the bathroom. Whichever it is, enjoy. Make damn certain she does, but above all, keep me informed and I want my ten percent!"

Grandma knew what she was talking about. About three weeks after I returned home I was being treated to glimpses of my mom's body more and more frequently so I retaliated by taking a walk past her bedroom door just as she was about to go for a shower, but I had made sure that on a couple of occasions I had an erection . 

I brought things to a head late one Saturday evening. I had taken a shower earlier, and as I had decided a couple of weeks back that it would be a good idea not to wear pyjama trousers any more, all I was wearing was a dressing gown. I then began watching what I knew to be a very boring film on TV and so was able to pretend to doze off on the sofa. Mom was sitting beside me pretending to be reading a magazine, I kept my eyes closed and waited. 

Believing that I was asleep she 'allowed' her hand to brush my thigh, then to move it up to loosen the belt of my dressing gown and ease the gown open. Having accomplished the 'uncovering' without waking me she began to stroke my stomach and when I still didn't move she moved her hand slowly down to my cock. She had no trouble getting hold of my rapidly stiffening cock and sliding her hand along its length. 

I managed not to react, but it was difficult, and worth it! A wave of pleasure washed over me as her soft hand brought me to a solid, raging, erection. I then I decided to wake up!

"Mom! Oh that feels wonderful. No, don't stop, please don't stop! I know what you want and I want you to have it, but there is one small problem which we have to resolve."

Mom was sitting bolt upright by now.

"Peter, I.., I.., I thought you were asleep, I..."

"Mom, I've been waiting for you for weeks. You've been giving me glimpses of your body for ages and I believe it was to see if your stepson would notice and react."

As I spoke I was fondling a soft breast which had a very erect nipple pressing against the material of her thin blouse. There was no sign of reluctance from her so I began undoing the buttons of her thin top and easing it back off her shoulders so that I could get my first real close up view of my step-mother's breasts.

"Now you know I did notice, but much as I really do love you, I have to say that I don't believe in one night stands. I very much want to fuck you and it is obvious that you want me to, but if we do this now then I want you to promise that we do it often. I won't expect to have sex with you when dad is around but when he's not, you're to be available! Do you agree?"

My fingers were brushing across her erect nipples and then I cupped her magnificent breasts and nibbled gently on an erect nipple before laying her down onto her back on the sofa and beginning the 'grand tour' of my step-mother's body. 

Grandmother taught me well, but I reversed the ladder technique and instead of climbing, I descended. My descent terminated at the entrance to her shaven sex, and when I had finished kissing, licking and teasing her now soaking labia I lifted her thighs up and apart and, very slowly and gently, entered her.

Mom stiffened for a moment then she became a tiger. We tried to out fuck each other, but in the end I decided to let mom have the rosette and pulling out of her clinging vagina I spurted semen over her stomach. As soon as that was finished I scrambled round and nibbled her clitoris whilst sliding a finger into her vagina to find, and trigger, her 'G' spot. Trigger is the correct word, she had an orgasm with a fierceness that I'd never seen grandma produce and I had to kiss mom hard to stop her making any loud noise that our neighbours might hear. 

She agreed.

During Sunday lunch she asked a question I hadn't expected.

"Peter, tell me, where did you learn how to arouse a woman like the way you turned me on last night?"

"Ah well, my Grandmother told me a lot. She said that I was getting to be a big lad and soon the girls would start to notice me and so I should know what was what and where it went."

"She 'told you' I rather think you mean she showed you, you never get to be that proficient at sex just by being told!"

Mom got the phone and rang grandma.

"Hello mom, I have just had a very hectic with a young stud and I understand that you taught him. As a thank you I'm going to arrange for Peter and me to visit during half term. I remember the going away present I had from you just before my wedding day; I never did tell you just how much I enjoyed it so I'll take our visit as a chance to show you. I'll let you know when as soon as I can, 'bye mom."

"I think we're going to have a very tiring half-term son!"

When dad wasn't around we fucked every other day, usually during the evening, but at the weekend it could, and did, happen any time either mom or me got the urge. I have to say in my defence that, if she hadn't bent over the back of the sofa to reach her knickers. I wouldn't have been tempted to grab my chance to slide my cock into her, and so I wouldn't have thrust half the length of my cock into her rectum in my rush to impale her.

Mom froze for a moment then, unexpectedly, she moaned and thrust herself backwards down my shaft until she had it all inside her.

"Fuck me Peter, fuck my backside, hard, come on, fuck me fast, now."

I did and it lasted a long time. She was tight around my cock and I had to thrust and drag to get moving, then realizing that there was no lubrication in her anal passage I pulled out of her and ran into the kitchen for some Vaseline and rushed back to stuff my now coated cock back inside her waiting body. She had moved to kneel on the sofa with her arms resting on the back so that both of us would be comfortable for what was to be a very long, wonderful, orgiastic evening.

Holidays are Over



8:45am, Monday morning. Linda sighed happily as she shifted her car into gear. She had just kissed her two children -- 7 & 9 -- as she dropped them off at school and now she was headed back home.

This is a routine she had become used to over the last few years and she had the whole process down to a fine art. Wake the children & get them dressed, kiss her husband goodbye as he heads to work, feed the children breakfast & bundle them into the car for the drive to school.

This morning had gone like clockwork. But this was no ordinary Monday morning. This was the first Monday morning after the school holidays. And Linda was horny. Very horny. 

Her husband had done his best over the last 2 weeks to keep her satisfied. And he did very well. He was a good lover and they had fun together, always driving each other wild. But he was one man only, and one man was never enough for Linda. Ever since her early 20's when her libido started to really kick-in, she had been insatiable. Boyfriends couldn't keep up with her. Many had in fact left her, and she had left just as many, over sex -- either their unwillingness to keep going or her disenchantment with their lack of ability. 

It wasn't until she met Andrew that she knew any sort of satisfaction. Andrew recognised what she was straight away -- a beautiful woman with a super-charged sex drive that outstripped most any male on the planet. Or at least any male she had met.

Andrew recognised that he was not able to keep her sexually happy alone, and very early on pitched the idea of no-strings-attached extra partners for Linda. Linda was hesitant at first, not knowing what was behind Andrew's suggestion. Was he going the way of so many men before him and leaving her because he simply couldn't keep up and her demands for sex were killing him?

Andrew assured her this was not the case. He was not leaving her. No way. "I love you Linda. I love spending time with you and I want a future with you. But I also know what you are and that no one man can satisfy you. I'm simply saying if one man can't do it alone, maybe 2 ... or 3 can!?"

Linda smiled to herself recalling the conversation 11 years later. Now at 33, Linda was in her sexual prime. Her already high sex drive had actually got more powerful as years moved on. She always kept it in control though and lived by two simple rules very strictly. One: No cheating. Andrew knew everything she did, before she did it. Sneaking off and doing something without his knowledge was a no-no. Two: keep it hidden from the children. They did not need to know their mother was a slut.

Linda liked that word -- slut. She used it to describe herself often and she wore it like a badge of honour, believing that she was one of the lucky ones who got to embrace her sexual side fully. If that made her a slut, so be it.

Linda waved to the other mothers dropping off young children at school as she headed back out. "If only they knew what I have planned for today. Not sure they'd be so cheery with me..." Andrew had suggested, and Linda was all too keen to agree, that Linda line up some fun for herself for the Monday after the children were back at school. And so it was. Linda had got to work over the weekend, lining herself up a group of studs to gangbang her. Andrew's only stipulation was that it had to be recorded since he could not participate.

Linda rubbed her pussy through her panties as she drove. She was expecting company at 9:30am. It was 9:00am as she pulled into her driveway. "Just enough time to change clothes and get everything ready" she thought to herself.

Linda slipped out of the sweats she had worn for the drive to school and into nice white lace set of thong panties and bra. Sizing herself in the mirror, she was as happy with what was staring back at her as any 33-year-old mother of two could be. No woman is ever completely happy with how they look, but Linda knew that her body was desirable. 5'5" tall, shoulder-length auburn hair, 34c breasts, and just enough padding on her body to be curvy in all the right places but not to be considered fat. She slipped a sexy little robe on over the top and fixed her makeup & hair.

She had just finished applying a fresh coat of ruby red lipstick when she heard a car pull up in front of the house, followed by another. Looking out the front window she saw Jay, Michael, & six other men approaching the front door -- all of them black.

Linda slipped on her heels and opened the door. 8 wide grins greeted her and she smiled back. She was now very, very horny!

"Hey girl. How's my slut doing? I've missed that fine pussy & ass of yours." Jay was always a smooth talker she thought to herself. He was actually quite a sweet guy. He was her first black man, 9 years ago, and held a special place in her heart. "I'm so glad the kids are back in school and we can have some fun again." She reached her face up and gave Jay a deep wet kiss. She did this to all the guys -- even the two she hadn't met until this morning.

"God I am so fucking horny. If I don't get a cock in me in the next 30 seconds I am going to explode!" she said as she dropped the robe from her shoulders. The men were now undressing as they arranged themselves in the living room. Michael popped up and said "nobody puts a cock in Linda until I've eaten." Linda knew this was the way Michael liked it. From the first time she hooked up with Michael, he'd fallen in love with her "table-grade, good-eatin' pussy!" as he affectionately called it.

Linda set herself down on the lounge and Michael was between her legs in a flash, pulling her panties to the side and quickly burying his tongue in her sopping wet pussy. Two other guys knelt on the lounge on either side of Linda and presented their very hard cocks to her. Linda alternated sucking the two cocks as Michael's tongue swiped and swatted all in & all over her pussy.

Linda let out a long contented moan. "This is where I belong," she thought to herself, "surrounded by hard cocked men." Any man that fucked Linda on a regular basis knew of Andrew's rules of filming anything he was not involved in, so when one of the guys saw the video camera sitting on a side table, he picked it up and started filming. Linda would occasionally look into the camera and play up to it -- winking, making eye contact, blowing kisses and smiling into the lens as it captured her in her element.

Jay tagged Michael out from between Linda's legs and lined up his 8 inches of thick hard black cock with her pussy and slowly slid in. Linda's eyes rolled back as she came for the first time that day. Jay stroked her pussy long & slow for a few minutes and then picked up the pace, giving Linda her first good hard fucking for someone other than her husband. She moaned and cried out "yes, fuck me!" between slobbering over cocks presented to her mouth. The guys all alternated between her pussy and mouth for a few minutes each, putting Linda in different positions. The video camera was passed through different sets of hands as each man took a turn at being sucked or fucking.

When Jay had the camera he had Linda talk into it, "What's happening here girl?" "Oooo I'm getting fucked! God I love cock! I miss this so much when I can't have it. It's so great to have this much cock around me again.. Oooo yeah -- fuck me good!" "You like that black cock fucking you baby?" "I love it. It feels so fucking good. More!"

The bottle of lube was retrieved from the side table and one of the guys greased up his hard black cock. He then used his slick fingers to loosen up Linda's ass a little. Sitting himself down on the lounge, he pointed his cock straight up in the air and invited Linda to have a seat. The camera focused on the scene, Linda looked directly into the lens as her asshole slowly lowered and spread open on the black cock.

Linda slowly bounced herself up and down on the cock in her ass, getting used to it the thick invasion, then picked up the pace. Again, cock was offered to her mouth which she greedily sucked in, wrapping her arms around the black man's ass to steady herself.

Linda then heard one of the guys say "Open up & lean back girl..." as he appeared in front of her, ready to make her air-tight. Linda did as he asked and was soon feeling the immense pleasure of having both her holes filled with cock. She moaned and screamed and hung onto the man fucking her pussy for dear life as multiple, continuous orgasms wracked her body.

Men being men and stroking their cocks as they watched the hot action going on, some were ready to cum before others. Whenever one was ready, he would point his cock at Linda's face. Linda's mouth was open as cum was shot into it, coating her tongue and streaking across her face. The man fucking her pussy couldn't hold anymore and fired his load deep inside her. He was quickly replaced by another equally hard and long cock, while his cock would be sucked completely clean by Linda's very willing mouth.

This continued on for about an hour & a half before all the men had cum and a break was called. Linda was now a mess. Cum was streaked over her face and was also oozing from both her pussy & asshole. She leaned back and ran her hands over her body, rubbing the cum into her skin and occasionally licking her fingers and just basking in the glow of feeling very well fucked and knowing she still had a good 4 hours of sex coming.

Linda took the opportunity to slip into the bathroom and shower. The guys that had to leave, did. The others either sat & watched ESPN on Linda & Andrew's big flat screen, or slipped into the kitchen for a drink.

Linda and Andrew trusted their regular guys to keep anybody new in line and respect their house. There had been times when guys that were brought along to partake in pleasuring Linda took liberties they shouldn't have. They were quickly either brought into line or told in no uncertain terms that the best thing for them would be to leave and not think about coming back. Linda's regular guys knew they were on a good thing and weren't going to let anybody spoil it.

Linda finished showering and dried herself off. She dried & brushed her hair and retouched her lipstick. Next she slipped on her "fuck me" black leather knee boots and checking her reflection, strolled back out into the living room. She was happy to see that she still had a roomful of men at her disposal. 3 of the original guys had left but they had been replaced by 2 new guys -- Frank & Tony, 2 Italians. They had both been partners of Linda's for years and being first cousins, were nearly always together.

Linda greeted her new guests in the same way she greeted all her men, with a deep French kiss. Frank's kiss was accompanied by Linda undoing and dropping his pants, sitting him on a lounge chair and impaling herself on his cock. Linda started riding Frank while Tony slipped his hardening cock into her mouth. Once fully hard, Tony slipped behind Linda, and guided his cock into her pussy next to Frank's. Linda screamed "Yes!" and stuck her tongue into Frank's mouth as both man pounded their cocks into Linda's pussy full-force.

The tightness of Linda's pussy with 2 cocks in it, and Linda's constant wailing and pleading to fuck her harder meant both men didn't last very long before they both fired Linda's pussy full of cum. Linda dismounted the two cocks and cupping her hand under her cunt, pushed the combined cum out.

After that it was more of the same for the next 3 hours. Three more different men showed up and each got to fuck Linda at least twice. Linda loved the attention and was one well fucked lady by the time she needed the hustle the remaining men out and get ready to pick up her children from school again.

3:00pm, Monday afternoon. Waving at the same moms she saw that morning who dropped their children at school, she smiled thinking "I've just had more orgasms in one day than any of you would probably have in a month. You poor things!" Her pussy and ass had that lovely dull ache they got after a thorough workout, and even though she had brushed her teeth before leaving, Linda still had a slight lingering taste of semen in her mouth.

That night, she slid into bed with her husband and they made love as they watched the video of her gangbang today. Happiness radiated from her as she gently drifted off to sleep in the arms of the man she loved.



Holidays at the Hot Springs



"This freaking road," Jason Kalt grimaced while he made another sharp turn as the road bent almost back on itself as the thin ribbon of asphalt snaked its way up the face of a tall, proud mountain. The small rental car didn't miss a step as it came through the latest switchback despite the way his nerves still jangled at driving on the wrong side of the road like this. He'd thought he would be used to it after the first hour or so of Japanese roads but it seemed that a lifetime of habit was harder to overcome than that. He took a glance out the driver's side window and let out a relaxing sigh, "But the view's worth it."

He'd grown up in a mountainous area but the Appalachians were lower than these younger, craggy peaks and were covered in trees and life. There were trees and life here as well but only very visible in the valleys and sheltered spots between the outreaching walls of rock; the mountains of Niigata Prefecture, dubbed the "Alps of Japan" by the earliest foreign visitors, were starkly and majestically beautiful. Rock and stone seemed black from a distance and there were great areas sleeved in snow that gleamed brightly in the fading light of day with shades of red and orange streaking them as if the snowfields were blushing at the admiration of mortal eyes. 

"It really is. I've been watching and taking pictures when my side of the car isn't facing a rock wall," Cecilia answered, holding up their digital camera in one hand. She smiled as her husband of barely a week looked over at her and his eyes moved from the camera after only a heartbeat to trace over her face and her body before going back to the road. "I think you were right, babe. After all that awesomeness and total insanity in Tokyo...spending Christmas out here where it's so quiet, so peaceful, will be great."

It was Christmas Eve. The young couple had married almost exactly one week before and flown out on the same day for a more extravagant honeymoon than either had ever thought they could have. The two had been dating for four years before getting wed, and had been living together for two of those years. Jason had wanted to propose much earlier but always felt he didn't have the right job or the right income for a good wedding or an expensive enough ring. Things never seemed "right" for them to get married. It took a real heart-to-heart and advice from his closest female friends before he got it through his head that none of that was really the point. It turned out he should have done it back when he first wanted to. After the proposal, things had just clicked for them. Cecilia got an excellent new job and while Jason was still doing the adjunct faculty slog, he managed to finally get a novel published and had another in production now. That was what enabled them to take this trip in a land both admired and were interested in but never thought they would see in person. 

After spending three days in Tokyo; bright, brilliant, loud, mad, relentless Tokyo, the two had needed a change of plans and location. Jason preferred more remote retreats in any event and had suggested heading into the mountains for Christmas in a traditional inn. Rather than the more popular Yuzawa slopes closer to Tokyo, he had reserved a spot at an inn in more remote Myoukou. Train and bus would have gotten them there but he wanted to drive; to see and feel the land for himself. He mildly regretted it now. 

But the payoff at their destination would be worth it. As they came around the final switchback of the ascent and began to take the road that actually went up and around the peak, Jason looked over at her. "The first Christmas with my wife," he smiled. 

She beamed back, "The first of many, husband." His eyes were bright as he watched her and she flushed a bit, her expression turning sheepish. "...Baby..." Then she glanced up and gasped, "Baby! Fox!"

"What the," he turned his eyes back to the road to see a white furred fox darting out onto the road not even thirty feet from them, "shit!" Jason jerked the wheel and lifted his foot off the gas, throwing the car away from the small canine with a screech of the tires and a faint shimmy as the vehicle almost skidded. They careened onto the narrow shoulder, Cecilia yelping as there was a sharp crack and snap as the side mirror was smashed off and went flying; her side of the car was just inches from the mountain side, rocks whizzing by right in front of her face. 

Jason turned the wheel back gently, the decrease in speed making the arc back onto the road proper easy and graceful. His heart was pounding. "God damn! God fucking damn it!" He slowed the car further, stopping gently and hitting the flashing hazard lights. "I can't believe I was so stupid!" His hands clenched the wheel tightly, white knuckled. He'd nearly killed them on their honeymoon! And hit that fox! And the damn mirror was broken off, the rental company would love that! 

"Hey, babe, it's okay." Cecilia's eyes were a bit wild but she smiled and reached out to lay a hand on one of his. "Deep breath, okay? I'm fine. You're fine. The car's mostly fine." She glanced back out the rear window. "Even the fox is fine." 

Jason looked up into the rearview mirror to see the white furred canine sitting on its haunches about fifty feet behind them on the road, looking at the car curiously. He took a deep breath and then blew it out. "Yeah. We're okay. And so's the stupid fox." He tapped a button to make the window go down and leaned his head out, craning to look back at the small animal. "Hey, fox!" The animal's ears perked up. "Be more careful! Someone else might choose to hit you instead of almost crashing!" He shook his head and leaned back in his seat, the window rising back up. "Man, I can't believe I broke the fucking rental car on our honeymoon in Japan." 

Behind them, the fox tilted its head to one side and then stood up and trotted off of the road, heading in the direction the mirror had gone. 

Cecilia patted her husband's arm, "It's all right. You didn't break the car, its running fine! Besides, "nothing parties like a rental," remember? We got the insurance for a reason." 

He let out a weak chuckle, a smirk slipping onto his lips despite himself at that. "I guess so. I'm glad we did, I don't think they'd take fox dodging as an excuse otherwise." Jason took a deep breath and shook his head again, "Okay, adrenaline fading. Hey! You should get a picture of that little guy. I mean, nobody'll believe us otherwise." 

She had turned and raised the camera for a shot out the back window but then lowered it. "Aww, he's gone. It would have been a cute pic too." 

"That's gratitude for you," Jason shrugged. He clicked the hazards off and eased his foot off the break and onto the gas, starting a gradual acceleration. "Let's get going, I've clearly been on the road too long." 

"Ha!" Cecilia flopped back in her seat and grinned, "You just can't wait to see me in a yukata, perv." 

The young academic thought a moment for effect and then shrugged, "Yeah." He glanced over at his wife's curvy form and sighed happily, "I bet you won't even be able to get it closed properly." 

"Eyes and mind on the road, buddy," she grinned. Though he was probably right and he'd love every second of it...and so would she, actually. Cecilia, and her new hubby too, was as kinky as a corkscrew and exhibitionism gave her such a thrill! All the Japanese men there would be staring at her cleavage and pretending not to...not that they hadn't when she was wearing normal clothes, but somehow a traditional setting and robe would make it even better!

They drove on in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Cecilia leaned forward in her seat and frowned as the area grew darker. She looked out the windshield at the sky above where the thin grey clouds that had been patchy and high in the sky had now descended and grown in number and volume; looking almost as if a sheet of slate and charcoal and been hung between the earth and sky. "That doesn't look good." 

Jason grimaced, "Especially with that," one hand left the steering wheel to tap the dashboard readout. They'd switched it over from Celsius to Fahrenheit and it was now reading 36 degrees. "I just noticed it; the temperature's dropped five degrees in the last few minutes." 

She made a soft, disgusted sound, lips pressed together, "That's just about right for...that, damn it." As soon as she'd started to speak, both of the newlyweds could see flecks of white drifting down through the air. A handful peppered the windshield and melted into droplets of water after only a moment, another handful doing the same a moment later, then considerably more than a handful. 

"Hell." Jason clicked the heater up and shifted it to full defrost, hitting the rear defrost button as well. "This prefecture is renowned for heavy snowfall in the winter and they say the storms can come up quick in these mountains." His eyes were fixed on the road, glancing up to check the conditions and to check each mirror every few seconds. "The weather report said it'd be clear going though." 

"I guess their weathermen are just as good as ours," Cecilia gave a weak laugh and pulled the smart phone they'd rented for their trip out of a pocket. "Let's see what they're saying now." Jason grunted in acknowledgement, having clicked the wipers on. The snowfall was heavy already, dramatically increasing as they went on; the hood was already dusted with snow as was the road and the mountain side around them. The car shuddered a gust of wind blew up and pushed at the briskly moving rental vehicle, nudging it a few inches to the right. The newly invigorated wind did not let up and the sound of it was soon audible over that of the engine and the windshield wipers as it whistled and howled around the mountaintop. 

She frowned at the smart phone, "I can't get any signal." Looking up and out the windows, Cecilia took a deep breath and then exhaled. It was coming down heavily, the beams of their headlights awash with thick and fast falling flakes. The visibility had dropped remarkably; it was not yet a white-out but they could only see for maybe 20 yards in any direction. "This looks bad, babe." 

"Yeah." He could no longer see the surface of the road ahead but the lines were made with reflective enough paint that he could still make them out to keep them in their lane and on the road. His body was tensed and his senses strained, trying to pick up any information he could get from the feel of the road, the blustering hiss or howl of the wind, the gleam of light from the headlights on snow, the way the shadows ahead fell, anything that would help him guide the car through this seemingly instant blizzard. "We're still a good two hours from Myoukou, more given that this'll slow us down." He wanted to keep going, they had a place to be. But he also didn't know these roads or these mountains. He'd driven in snowstorms before but not one that had come out of nowhere like this. But wasn't that kind of...pussing out? They drove on for another five minutes and the fall only increased, cutting their vision down to maybe ten yards, and their speed down to a crawl of what it had been. The wind picked up more, jostling the little car noticeably every time it gusted and almost pushing it around on the road. "God damn! Thoughts?"

Cecilia pursed her lips and then shook her head, "I don't know, babe. I'd like to make it to the ryokan but this seems pretty risky. I mean, if we knew the roads or the route it'd be different, but we don't and there's no telling how long this could go on." She gave a soft, little laugh, "I don't like changing the plan but I like dying on a foreign mountainside even less. I think we should try and find somewhere to wait it out." 

"You're probably right," Jason acknowledged with a frustrated sigh. "I don't like it but this is getting worse every minute." The wipers had clusters of ice and snow on them now, dragging wet swathes across the heat blasted windshield as they swept it largely clean at a frantic pace. Already? Hell, had this storm even been going ten minutes yet? He glanced to the roadsides, "Problem is, where are we going to do that up here? If we just pull off, we could get trapped or stuck and I don't think the rental came with a winter car survival kit." 

"Maybe it'll blow over fast, since it came up out of nowhere," she offered. "Let's see if we can find a weather report on the radio." The American woman leaned forward and tabbed the device on, her finger moving automatically to the scanning button to seek out a news station. 

It froze as, rather than the expected bombastic and frenetic latest Jpop tune, a sonorous male voice spoke instead. Cecilia blinked and made a soft sound of surprise. The frequency must have changed to another station while they were driving. That happened, right? 

The announcer on the radio was finishing whatever the message was and then cleared his throat and surprised them both by speaking in English, "For our many foreign visitors, please be aware that there is a serious winter storm that has arisen in the southern areas of Niigata Prefecture. Extreme winds are a danger and snowfall of at least a meter is expected. Travel is extremely discouraged; please seek shelter immediately." 

"Well that's new," Jason frowned as his wife turned the volume down as the announcer then went on to talk about business closings, in Japanese once more. "Since when do they give announcements in English?" 

"It is a big tourist season," Cecilia shrugged. Though it was very strange...and she knew that hadn't been a news station when they last had the radio on an hour ago. "And maybe this storm is just that bad...it doesn't matter though, babe. If it's that bad, we need to stop." 

"Yeah," he agreed. "But where the he-" He cut off as a shape loomed up ahead just off the right side of the road and then resolved into a sign. It was not one of the blue metal road signs but large and wooden and made to resemble the torii gates that marked the entrances to Shinto shrines. Several light were set around it and shone onto the main portion despite a heavy layer of snow to show the characters that made up, "Kuzunoha Ryokan and Onsen," Jason read aloud, "Driveway ten meters ahead on the right." He looked over at Cecilia, "Should we?" 

The car suddenly jerked and he grunted, Cecilia yelping, as a gust of wind stronger than any so far slammed the car and pushed them over into the right lane before he could correct and straighten them out. "Shit," she answered, "yes! Please, babe, this is starting to freak me out." 

He had already been slowing, blinker on, to make the turn. He still felt a little weak for not braving the storm and had a vague sense of suspicion that lurked in the back of his mind. Something about all this just felt off, somehow. But trying to go on would be immensely stupid; this storm was fast becoming a blizzard. As he made the turn, there was a rough bumping, soft scraping sound as the undercarriage brushed the mounting snow. The driveway was long, more than half a mile, and led back and slightly up even more towards the peak to put the ryokan in the shelter of the mountain side. Jason had to shift down and gingerly ease the car along to reach where the lane widened out into a small parking lot with the traditional style inn beyond it. The lot had two vehicles in it and both were well coated with snow and no tracks went to where they sat, indicating that they had been there before the sudden storm. There was a small, older-style pickup truck of some kind as well as a Toyota coupe that looked like it originated from the early 90's at best. 

The ryokan beyond was large and spacious looking; a traditional building of wood and plaster with paper screens for doors, though there were heavier and solid wooden doors on the outside which were currently closed to keep the cold out. There was a large central structure which would hold the main hall and primary socializing area and a pair of wings that spread out from that and then went back away from the front of the building where rooms, the kitchens, offices, and other areas would be. Behind it was a set of wooden walls that could be seen where the roof curved down that blocked off the hot spring area mentioned on the sign; steam billowed up as mute testament to the warmth of the water. Lights glowed from many windows, a warm and welcome sight, and there was even a string of red and green Christmas lights strung over and around the main door. On the lintel above the door the characters for "Kuzunoka Ryokan" were carved and the painted gold with slightly stylized kudzu leaves on either side. 

Jason pulled in beside the old Toyota and shifted into park and a lone stone lamp set by the parking lot blazed into sudden light as they drew close, the old looking decoration apparently updated with a motion sensor. He leaned back in his seat and let his head fall back against the headrest. Even though he'd only been driving in the storm for twenty minutes at the outside, it was a tremendous relief to be stopped and safe. He rested his head for a moment and then lifted it to look at the ryokan. "Well, somebody's home at least." 

"Yeah, but I think we may be the only guests," Cecilia laughed. "Not a lot of other cars here. Isn't that weird? I mean, this is a prime tourist time of year, right?" 

Her husband nodded. "Yeah." Christmas was very far from a religious holiday here, save for Japan's small community of Christians, but it was a big commercial holiday and was considered to be deeply romantic. Sweet gifts and big gestures were almost an expectation and scenic places tended to fill up with couples looking for a short but romantic getaway. "Still, this place is a few hours from the city and any of the big ski spots so it may not be too popular. And a lot of people would probably come here on Christmas Day rather than today." 

"I guess so." Cecilia felt a sudden uncertainty about the beautiful inn before them. She wasn't sure why but she felt as though it was all too convenient and the lack of any other guests...well, she didn't know there weren't any other guests. They might have gotten stranded wherever they had been before coming back to the inn for the night too. She was just being paranoid. This weather was freaking her out. "Well, let's see if there's room at the inn." 

Jason turned off the car and chuckled, "I don't see a manger, so we better hope so." The newlyweds looked at each other and took a deep breath, hands going to the door handle. "Ready?" She nodded and they both opened their doors and hauled themselves out into the frigid night. 

The cold was shocking, even through the winter clothing they wore, smashing into them as though they'd jumped into arctic waters and seeming to steal their breath. The wind was less here than it had been down at the road but it still cut and bit at their exposed faces and sent their hair tumbling. They moved with quick, sharp motions as the cold and wind struck them, opening the trunk and pulling out a few bags before hurrying to the front of the inn. 

Jason was a tall man, even with his broad shoulders slightly bent to try and shelter his head from the wind, a few inches over six feet in height. He had a linebacker's built with a solid and strong frame that was neither thick nor thin but powerful looking. His skin was a light peach color that sunburned easily and his short, professional chestnut brown hair was styled simply with a part on one side. His features were clean and masculine but boyish, he would be 30 on his next birthday but he was usually taken for being in his early 20's. A well groomed, short, full beard that he called a "Riker" style gave him more gravity and dignity than his features might normally. Jason had a strong chin, high cheek bones, and plush lips that his own wife described as "cock sucking lips." His keen eyes were a creamy green color and tended to sweep over any area he was in often, as if to keep alert for any change. He had dressed for winter in the mountains but had never really minded the cold before, in the winter often going outside to get the mail or take the garbage to the curb in nothing more than a t-shirt and shorts. Now clad only in regular walking shoes, jeans, and a long sleeved maroon shirt under a green hoodie, he regretted dressing so lightly as he felt his hands numbing and his limbs trembling just from this little exposure to the wicked chill of the storm. 




Holidays at the Hot Springs



Cecilia was significantly smaller than her husband, by almost a full foot at 5' 3" in height. Her shoulders were broad for a woman but with good reason; they had to support her magnificent figure. Cecilia had an almost hourglass figure; her waist was trim and visibly smaller than her hips and chest, even if it wasn't as small as she wanted it to be. It was almost hourglass because her round hips and taut handful of ass were not nearly as large as her breasts. Far more than a handful each, just about the size of her head, her jugs were massive, pert, high, plush masterpieces of feminine flesh that seemed to defy gravity and gave her an almost top heavy appearance. Even wrapped up in a t-shirt, sweater, and navy-style pea coat, the lushness of her figure was impossible to hide. A pair of casual pants hugged her hips and clung to her bubble butt before loosening over her shapely legs; a pair of practical winter boots on her feet. Her naturally dark hair was currently colored honey blond, a few locks getting whipped about in the wind, the rest of it up under a toboggan style hat and it normally fell down to her shoulders, cut to nicely curve about her heart shaped face. Her face was pretty and wholesome with pixie-like features and delicate structure, sweetly full lips, and a narrow jaw. Her eyes were the deepest, richest brown Jason had ever seen and seemed to glow at times with warmth and wit. Her smooth, clean skin was soft as satin and was a few shades paler than her husband, creamy and glorious to behold. 

The couple all but sprinted to the door, legs churning up snow that was already halfway to Cecilia's knees. If there was a bell, it was covered in snow. Jason winced and dropped one of his bags onto the ground, hoping the snow wouldn't soak through to what was inside, and then lifted a fist to pound hard on the door once. He repeated the heavy knock once more and then waited. The wind clawed at them with a fresh howl, both of them bowing their heads as if to duck its swipes, unable to hear any motion or calls from within over it. 

The door opened without warning and warm, brilliant light cut the swirling white and momentarily blinded them. A woman's voice, quite high but elegant and collected, spoke, "Irrashiaimase, okyaku-san. Ni kite kudasai. Fubuki totemo abunai deshyoo nee." Their vision cleared in just a moment; in front of them was a small room that was large enough for two or three people with a stone tiled floor and a low bench along one wall. Hooks for coats were hung along the same wall and against the interior wall was a waist high open dresser with slots for shoes and boots with a line of slippers set on the top shelf. The inner door had a wooden door that was currently open and hooked to the wall opposite the bench and coat hooks and beyond that a traditional sliding door of lattice and paper. It too was open and the woman who had spoken was kneeling just beyond it and straightening up from a low bow as they got their first look at her. 

The young Japanese woman was stunningly beautiful; her face elegant and gracefully lovely with features that were fine, delicate, and in a balance and proportion that was almost inhumanly perfect. Her almond shaped eyes were large and striking, a shockingly light bluish color, and both newlyweds felt a jolt run through them as those eyes briefly met their gazes before being cast demurely down. Her lips were a pert and slender yet full at once as they curved into a surprised smile of confusion and their pink tone was stark against her skin; it was flawless and looked smooth and soft as the finest silk and was the color of virgin snow on a mountain top, pure white perfection. Her hair was the glossy black of obsidian and was gathered up at the back of her head into a bun and held in place by a red lacquered comb save for a pair of long locks that were allowed to fall down on either side of her face, long enough to brush her collarbone as she settled upright. She was small, a few inches shorter than Cecilia, and looked very petite; the hands palm down on her lap looked tiny and fragile, a white polish on the nails. It was hard to guess at her age, as it often was with Asian women, she was clearly over eighteen yet not as old as twenty-five year old Cecilia. She was wrapped in a formal yukata robe and likely had a layer on beneath it, masking the shape of her body as such Japanese garments tended to do; the garment was a rich blue and had a pattern of silvery snowflakes on it. 

God, she was gorgeous. The thought ran through both Cecilia and Jason's minds as the stared for a few moments, their erstwhile hostess doing likewise from beneath her lowered lashes. Then a particularly ferocious gust of wind made them both wince, their clothes and bags blowing about. The Japanese woman's yukata and hair stirred but she did not turn her face away from the sudden burst of cold or the scathing rush of air. 

Cecilia hurried into the small entrance room, Jason pausing to pick up the bag he'd dropped earlier before following after her. They warmth of the place made them both sigh, the change in temperature dramatic enough to make their senses swim for a few moments before Jason set both bags down and turned to firmly close the heavy wooden door behind them. He rested his hands on it, leaning against it for a moment and breathing, catching back the breath that the winter wind had stolen. "That is much better," he murmured. 

His bride was still shivering a little but smiling, "You're not kidding, babe." She had set her own bags down and then turned, "Arigatou gozaimasu, Jou-san," she started and then stopped, blinking. The inner doorway was empty; no sign of the young woman who had just been there. "Where'd she go?" 

"Probably to get the manager," Jason guessed as he hung his hoodie on one of the coat hooks. "A pair of guests at this hour is one thing, but a pair of gaijin is quite another." He held out a hand to her, "Give me your coat and hat, doll, and then take your shoes off. If we act like guests are supposed to it should help them deal with the situation." 

They had both gotten their shoes untied and were about to take them off when they heard footsteps approaching the open inner doorway. Looking up, they could see the woman from before walking just behind a Japanese man clad in a russet yukata that went to his ankles and a pair of black slippers on his feet. He was tall, particularly for Japan, only two inches shorter than Jason and had a lean and wiry build. His robe wasn't quite closed until midway down his chest and showed his clean, smooth skin over clearly defined pecs. He was handsome, almost pretty actually, with gracile features that were almost delicate. His face was a bit narrow and his eyes were half-lidded as he approached, the keen dark orbs beneath the lids were merry. His pretty, thin lips were in an easy smile and his black hair was tousled and a bit longer than usually seen on Japanese men, falling just past his jawline. He looked to be a bit older than Jason, in his mid-30's perhaps, but certainly not yet 40. His arms were crossed over his stomach, hands tucked into his sleeves and he moved with confident, relaxed steps. "Yare, yare!" He then laughed a bit and coughed, "Forgive me, it's a habit of mine," he said. His smile grew a bit at the surprised looks on the Americans' faces. His English was slightly accented but spoken with sureness and a lack of hesitation. His voice was a sonorous and pleasant tenor that was warm and inviting, the kind that made one start to agree with the speaker before you even heard what they were saying. It was also vaguely familiar; a tickling thought at the back of their minds told them they had heard it somewhere before. "Welcome to the Kuzonoka Ryokan." He bowed, "My name is Inarinoko Shigeo, very pleased to meet you." 

"I'm Jason Kalt and this is my wife, Cecilia," he answered, both of them bowing in answer to Shigeo. "It's nice to meet you." 

They all straightened and Shigeo gestured to the young woman behind him, "This is my foster daughter, Shiroyama Yukiko." 

She bowed low and a pink blush sprang up on her cheeks, "It's nice to meet you. I'm very sorry for earlier, please don't think badly of our ryokan. I was surprised and afraid to speak English, so I went to get Shigeo-sama." Her English was more heavily accented than Shigeo's, with barely there, phantom vowels inserted between abutting consonants and at the end of some words, a slight slurring of her r's and l's. She hesitated a bit in her speech, though whether that was due to her proficiency or her embarrassment was unclear.

The Americans bowed again. As they straightened, Cecilia shook her head, "It's quite all right. We must have been a real shock!" She smiled at the stunning young woman, "The last thing you expected on a windy, wintery night. And you shouldn't be afraid, your English is great. Among the best I've heard here in Japan." People kept trying to talk to them in English everywhere they went, and to teach them some new words, and most of the time it was a struggle to understand them. This was amazing! Two people with English this good? And all the way out here in the country? What were the odds? Yukiko's small answering smile was dazzling and she inclined her head in thanks. 

Shigeo nodded, "Well, we weren't expecting you but I guess the storm blew you into our waiting arms, right?" He laughed, "It can't be helped! We'll do our best to help you enjoy your night, safe and warm. Please, give me your bags and I'll show you to our best room." 

Cecilia handed up her bags and both swapped out their shoes for slippers, stepping up onto the brilliantly polished hardwood floor of the hallway. Jason carried his own baggage as Shigeo led them through the passage and out into the large main hall before taking them into one of the wings. As they walked, the smiling innkeeper asked the name of the place they were going to stay so he could call and let them know the Kalts were safely arrived with them for tonight, at the least. He also laughed and called them lucky, since he knew that his rates were much better than any of the inns in the city. He told them of the general layout of the place, pointing out the bathroom that was nearest to the room they would have.

Within a few minutes he had led them to a large room with tatami mat floors and a kotatsu table as well as a pair of cushions to sit on. There was also a low bench underneath a fairly large window that had not only curtains but also a pair of sturdy shutters, both of which were open. On one side of the room was the small bedding closet where the futons, pillows, and any extra blankets were kept and beside it a larger closet for clothing and bags. There was an elegant nightstand near the door that held an old style rotary telephone. Shigeo set the bags he was carrying down and inclined his head, still smiling. "Well, I'll let you both get settled in. There are yukata for you in the closet, of course, so please relax and get comfortable. Dinner was almost ready before you arrived, so we'll call you up when everything is prepared and laid out. Yukiko-chan always makes far too much, so don't worry about it." Rather than bow, he lifted a hand in a little wave and stepped back before shutting the door. They heard him humming a bit as his footsteps retreated down the hallway. 

Jason set his bags down and strode over to the windows, looking out into the darkness of the early evening. The snow still fell heavy and thick but the wind seemed to have died down considerably, now just a steady pushing hand instead of a violently swirling and gusting assault. He couldn't see the far off peaks but could see the grounds of the stone garden outside and the land immediately around the ryokan; all covered in gleaming white save for the wooden walls of the onsen, steam billowing above them. "Now that we're out of it...it really is something to see." He turned and sat down on the bench, "You okay, CC?" 

"Yeah." She had the closet open and was examining the yukata hanging there. No way was she going to be able to close the front of any of these. Oh, well, she'd give Jason and Shigeo a thrill. And herself too. "I'm really glad to be out of that mess." She paused and her lips were set in something not quite a pout and not quite rumination.

"But," he prompted.

Her lips quirked into a quick smile before she sighed and tugged her sweater up and over her head. The t-shirt beneath was stretched deliciously and dangerously over her ample chest. "But," she nodded, "I have a...a strange feeling is all. I mean, finding this place so suddenly like that..."

Jason shrugged, "There could have been plenty of signs for it that we just didn't notice on the way, and couldn't have seen once the storm kicked up." He peeled his own shirt off; his bare chest and arms were firm and strong, though not as defined or as cut as they once had been, a thin layer of hair on his pecs and down the center of his chest to just above his navel. 

"Maybe," Cecilia acknowledged. "But what about that radio announcement in English? And the fact that there's this ryokan all the way out here on this mountaintop and the two people who work here just happen to speak the best English I've heard come out of a Japanese mouth?" She frowned and shook her head, "It's...just weird." Her husband quirked his eyebrows and undid his jeans, sliding them down his legs. Cecilia broke off her worrying to sigh and lean against the wall to watch him as he selected a robe for himself. He was in good shape for an academic his age and she loved his body; so strong and manly. Ohh, just watching made her want to walk up and run her fingers through his chest hair and feel his hands groping her- 

She blinked, "Uh, what? I missed what you said, babe." 

Jason grinned a little as he shifted the yukata around to get the best fit he could. It was the largest one in the closet and still too small for him. It left a wide triangle of his upper chest exposed and the sleeves came down to just below his elbows, the hem of the garment just below his knees. He'd kept his boxers on to preserve his dignity and the bottoms of them could clearly be seen edging out from the end of the robe. "I said that it is weird but it may just be one of those wild, one-in-a-million coincidences. I mean...what else could it be? It's not like anyone could have possibly set this up, right?" Though part of him agreed with her; this was all incredibly convenient and that alone made it kind of suspicious. 

"I guess," she said, her face doubtful.

"Hey, look, we'll play it safe. We'll send a few e-mails home before we go for dinner or anything, let people know where we are and what time it is, our plans, all that. And we'll watch those two closely, okay?" 

Cecilia laughed and smirked at him, "You're already watching one of them closely, you hentai gaijin. Ogling sweet little Yukiko like that." 

He flushed but shrugged, "I can't help it. She's gorgeous! So graceful and sweet, kind of effortlessly sexy." Jason waggled a finger back and forth, "But I wasn't the only one. You couldn't stop checking her out either." 

"Hee!" Her grin was slow and wide, her eyes warm and her pink tongue slipped past her lips to wet them. "You caught me. God damn, I would wreck that girl," she sighed. "I know, right?" Jason gave the same appreciative, lusty sigh. "Though I bet she's not the only one you want to wreck. You were checking Shigeo's ass out pretty hard." 

His wife flushed. "I..well, yeah, I was! I mean, even through a robe, he's got a great ass. Not quite up to yours," she winked, "but damn close." 

Jason felt a moment of worry and doubt but pushed it aside. Jealousy was stupid in this case; Cecilia went out of her way to grope his butt and tell him how hot he was, find little ways to make sure he knew that no matter how much she scoped out other guys and girls, he was her number one. "He's a good looking guy. So what are the odds, huh? The two best looking people in Japan, both with great English, all alone with us on the mountain." 

She laughed again, "Sounds like the setting for porn. If we're lucky...maybe..."

Jason blinked. "You think we could have our first threesome here? On Christmas Eve in Japan?"

"Mm. Who knows? I like the idea...and from that," she glanced down and his gaze followed the motion only to flush at the visible bulge in the fabric of the yukata, "I can tell you do too." 

"Who wouldn't?" He sighed and shook his head, "Well, maybe. I mean, I wouldn't say no to either of them." 

"Neither would I. So...maybe." 

"Yeah." Jason took a deep breath. "So on the off chance we get a shot at them, we take it?" He wasn't sure if they were goofing around or serious. He knew that he...well, maybe it was both. 

"Totally." Cecilia grinned and leaned up off of the wall, "Not that anything'll happen...but it's so fun to think about." 

He nodded. "And to do other things about, not that we have the time." "Perv," she grinned.

"You know it, sugar pants." Jason opened up one of the bags he'd brought in and slid out a thin laptop, "I'm going to send those e-mails. You should get changed, CC. I bet it won't be long before dinner."

Outside the sky darkened to blackness and the wind blew steadily on, the floating, flitting crystals of snow seeming to gleam against the backdrop of sky and slope. The outer lights of the ryokan shone on but dimmer now as a thick blanket of snow covered the fixtures, some so completely that the light within was just a glow. The storm no longer ravaged the landscape with crushing force but steadily drummed on like the hammer of a blacksmith shaping iron, relentless and measured as it crafted the mountain into wintery glory. Looking out at it seemed to almost dim the lights around them, mute the talking and the laughter of the others, and send a faint chill down Jason's spine as he took a few moments to look out through the high set windows in the main hall of the inn. 

"Kalt-san?" He turned and felt a bit of a foolish smile spread over his lips as Yukiko looked up at him, the petite girl kneeling beside him at the long table that guests and staff alike were sharing. "You should be careful," she said with a faint lilt to her sweet voice that turned into a playful, teasing thing, "if you keep looking out at it, you'll drink so much sake to warm back up, Shigeo-sama will have to pour you into bed!"

Across the table from him, Cecilia snorted faintly. "Or maybe he's hoping you'll have to, Shiroyama-san." All four of them laughed at that, though Yukiko was still sober enough to cover her giggle with one hand. True to her prediction, the yukata Cecilia wore could not fully contain her ample figure and the front of the robe was open enough to expose a heart breaking, blood flow shifting expanse of lush cleavage. The pale blue robe went down to just above her knees and left most of her shaved, shapely legs bare. She'd noticed with some delight that all three of her dining partners couldn't keep their eyes off of her, the men in particular, of course. The rush she got from being so exposed and being ogled, combined with the sake, was making her more flirtatious and risqué than she ever would have been with two strangers otherwise. 

The four of them, for indeed Jason and Cecilia were the ryokan's only guests, were seated at a lone long rectangular table in the great hall; tatami mats underneath it, each seated on a square cushion rather than a chair. The room would normally have other tables as well but they were all put away since they weren't needed, making the space seem even larger and more vacant than it already was. On the wall opposite Cecilia was the ryokan's shrine, adorned further with the New Year's shelf that would be piled with treats in the upcoming days before being eaten as part of the celebration. Above the shrine hung an old clock with a swinging pendulum; the classic mechanism ticking faintly as the clockwork gears within sliced time into neat bits. Across from Jason was a large old-style television that looked like it might be older than either of the Americans, though there were more modern devices plugged into it. There were all off now but a just as old looking radio perched atop the TV was on and set to a station playing traditional music softly. At the head of the table was not a seat for a person but a waist-high (on Jason) Christmas tree strung with red and green lights, silvery tinsel, and a merrily glowing star on top. There were a few wrapped presents beneath it; though one had already been taken from beneath the branches and opened. It ended up being a box with three bottles of a "special Christmas" sake that supposedly had holly flavoring it. The very idea seemed bizarre to the Americans but as they were used to the Japanese enjoying food concepts that were outright abhorrent or dangerous sounding to them, they'd decided to risk it and been pleasantly surprised. The drink was smooth for sake and very mild in flavor, which made it quite dangerous. The meal wasn't even fully over yet and one bottle was already gone. 




Holidays at the Hot Springs



Shigeo's half-lidded eyes were sparkling with amusement, drink, and desire. "Ahh, but which of us do you want to pour you into bed, CC-san?" After the second time there had been confusion over who "Kalt-san" was, the buxom American woman had firmly insisted that their hosts call her by her nickname. After some cajoling, and Cecilia bending forward and slipping her robe a little bit more open, Shigeo had agreed with Yukiko reluctantly following his lead. Their accents made it sound like "Shishi-san" and the naughtiness and impropriety of speaking so informally with a stranger seemed to be a secret delight to both the Japanese. 

She lifted her sakazuki, the saucer-like cup traditionally used for drinking sake, and to her lips and gave him a languid smile over it. "I haven't decided yet, Shigeo-san." The older man had very humbly asked them to set aside propriety and address him by his given name, an extremely unusual thing that broke any number of Japanese social rules. He'd said he didn't like the way his family name sounded and the two Americans had agreed to it, not particularly caring about the etiquette since the only Japanese people there wouldn't mind. "It might take more than one person." 

The men laughed again and Yukiko chuckled, then went beet red and looked down, though her lips quivered with restrained humor even then. Jason raised his own drink, "Here's hoping! Kampai!" 

"Kampai," the others echoed, raising their own sakazuki and drinking deeply.

The bearded American set his dish down with a happy sigh. Damn, he was buzzing nicely; this really was good stuff. He smiled down at Yukiko, "Shiroyama-san, will you pour me another?"

"Ah, a wise man," Shigeo nodded. "Sake always tastes better when poured by a beautiful woman." He glanced at the curvaceous woman to his left, "On that note, CC-san..." 

"Pff, these two, eh, Shiroyama-san?" Cecilia grinned at the girl and made a show of rolling her eyes. 

"Nn, they are incorrigible!" She was smiling as she said it, her hands demurely tilting the bottle and refilling Jason's sakazuki as she looked up at him through her eyelashes. 

One of her eyebrows went up. Oh, that little minx! Playing all innocent and sweet and making eyes at her man! She knew she liked her. She sighed, "You're just as bad, you're just better at hiding it." She took the bottle from the younger woman and refilled Shigeo's dish and then her own. 

Yukiko's eyes went wide and she blushed deeply, "Me?" But there was a smirk on her lips. 

All four of them laughed again. Maybe it was the sake, maybe it was the small number of them, maybe it was the danger of the storm and the thrill of surviving it, but they were all acting far more friendlier, more open than they would have normally. Neither Jason nor Cecilia would certainly have ever thought that any Japanese would behave like these two were; joking, flirting, and with gaijin no less! 

The table was littered with the well-organized detritus of a Christmas Eve feast, Japanese style. Most of the dishes had been those the region was known for; Uonuma rice, considered the best in all of Japan, western style katsudon and Tsubame-Sanjo ramen with soba noodles and lean, panko-breaded pork cutlets, steamed buns made with brown sugar, and a rich and warming stew called Noppe made of vegetables, soy sauce, and chicken. There were a few almost Western foods as well: mashed potatoes seasoned with a special spice mix made from peppers left out in the snow and a cranberry and yuzu relish. All had been largely demolished and only two serving dishes were yet untouched. Each one bore a set of danko dumplings on skewers; one plate had the normal round shaped dumplings but the ones on the other were tubular with a slight swelling at one end. 

Shigeo reached over and took hold of the dumpling platters and pulled them to the middle of the table between them all. "Now, now, CC-san, Yukiko-chan's a good girl. Look at all this wonderful food she made! Come, try this last regional snack: Sasa-dango." 

Jason looked at the plates and raised an eyebrow, "Those ones look like dango," he gestured at the round treats, "but these others...did you make them, Shigeo-san?" They did look kind of like something and not a thing that he could ever imagine Yukiko making anything in the image of. Though the idea that she had was kind of hot. 

"No, no." He waved a hand from side to side in a gesture of negation. "I'm useless in the kitchen." 

"I'm sorry, it's my fault." Yukiko bowed her head. "The otoko-dango are filled with kinpira, sliced and sautéed vegetables, and I was thinking about..." She blushed deeply, "Things other than cooking and sliced them instead of dicing to put them into the dumpling. By the time I noticed, it was too late." 

"Hold on a second." Cecilia picked up one of the skewers of the oblong dumplings and eyed it, "So the ones that look like, uh, this are called "man dumplings." Seriously?" 

The achingly gorgeous girl nodded, "Yes. It's the filling that makes them that way, and they're supposed to be round like the onna-dango too. I'm so embarrassed." 

Jason shook his head and reached out to pat her hand, the contact sending a tingle through him. Her skin was incredibly soft and cool to the touch like silk left to air on a clothesline on a brisk winter's day. "It's no big deal. How they taste is what really matters to us, you know." 

Cecilia's smile was fond, noting how the girl had stiffened at her husband's brief touch, "He's right. Relax, Shiroyama-san. Everything's been great." She shifted the skewer so it was closer to her mouth and then ran the dumpling on the end, which happened to be the largest of them, over her lips. Her pink tongue slipped between them and ran down the underside of it, then up the near curve and back down the far side of the phallic treat. Eyes twinkling, she turned the skewer and fed the dango slowly into her mouth between her lips, sealing them around it and making a soft coo, sucking on her snack a few times before doing so hard enough to pull it off the skewer and fully into her mouth. The men were staring at her as she chewed a few times and swallowed. "Ohh, I like it. It feels so hot and firm in my mouth, and the filling is so nice going down my throat." 

Jason drained his sake in one long gulp. God damn, he loved that woman. He grinned at her, his wife's pretty face looking sensually pleased with herself, "You do always feel better with a little man-dumpling in you." Next to him, Yukiko fidgeted a bit, rubbing her legs together beneath her robe, her face stunned and blush on her cheeks as she watched the interplay at the table.

Shigeo's narrow lipped smile grew even wider than usual, "A little man-dumpling?" 

"Mm, not quite," Cecilia leaned back and took in the others with a languid smirk, "I prefer big man-dumplings, and Jason's always making a huge one for me," she finished, winking. 

Shigeo laughed, his head back, Jason joining in after a moment. Yukiko just shook her head slowly and leaned over the table to speak a bit lower, hoping not to be heard, "CC-san, is...is that so?" 

The American woman leaned in as well and put her now empty sakazuki forward to give the girl a cover for her salacious question. "Why yes, Shiroyama-san. Haven't you heard? Gaijin otoko dango are way bigger than native Japanese ones." 

Yukiko blinked and blushed again, nibbling her lower lip, her eyes speculative. Before she could speak again, Jason spoke up, "What are you girls whispering about?" 

Cecilia leaned back, "I was asking for a refill but couldn't be heard over you two, and then I thought I should apologize to poor Shiroyama-san for all this talk. She's too gentle and sweet for the company of galoots like you." 

Jason laughed again and Yukiko tittered a little as she responded to Cecilia covering for her by pouring the buxom bottle blond another drink, her eyes thankful. Shigeo tilted his head to one side, "Galoot?" 

The American man shook his head, "It doesn't translate, Shigeo-san, it's a cultural word. It means...a person who acts wild and foolish." He pursed his lips, seeking another term, "Uncouth, if you know that one." 

"Very much so," Yukiko answered as Shigeo opened his mouth, "as I have known Shigeo-sama for many years." 

Shigeo's eyes opened a bit more, still barely more than half open, in surprise but his smile never faltered. He began to laugh, "Right you are, Yukiko-chan!" 

Jason shook his head, "She kind of pegged us, didn't she?"

"She skewered you, baby," Cecilia disagreed with a grin. 

He grinned right back at her and then over at Yukiko, "Heh, well, I'd like to skewer h-" Before he could finish, there was a click and a ringing chime from the clock behind Shigeo and Cecilia. All four sets of eyes turned to it; both hands upright as it chimed again, and again, continuing to sound out the hour. "Midnight already?" 

The Americans and Shigeo watched the clock as it chimed out the full twelve count, Yukiko taking the opportunity to refill everyone's sakazuki with the last of the second bottle of sake. As the final tone sounded, the slender Japanese girl beamed and announced, "Everyone, Merry Christmas!" 

"It is, isn't it?" Cecilia smiled and picked up her drink, "Merry Christmas, guys. Cheers!" 

The men took up their sakazuki and all four clinked together in a Western toast, "Merry Christmas!" There was silence then, save for the ticking of the clock and the faint music of the radio, as they drank. Cecilia and Jason drank deeply, draining their cups in long pulls. Unseen by them, the two Japanese sipped slightly and their eyes met before both nodded. 

"You know," Shigeo said as the guests set their sakazuki down, "it's great to have a nice soak after a big dinner, friendly laughter, and drinking, isn't it? And what better way to start off Christmas than cleansed and relaxed?" He looked from Cecilia to Jason, "How about the onsen, now that you've eaten?"

The curvaceous woman frowned a bit. "It does sound great...I really wanted to go into the hot springs, but it's so late, and we are both drunk...I don't know if it's safe..." 

Jason sighed, "God, it sounds like heaven. But she's right, and there's the snowstorm too, Shigeo-san. I don't like the idea of freezing my dumplings off when I get out of the water." 

Yukiko shook her head, "Oh, don't worry. The water is so hot and right from the source, and the walls around it keep all the heat in, that the air in the onsen is always steamy and warm." She put a small hand on Jason's forearm, "It's actually a little cooler in here than it would be standing by the bath, even with our heat on." 

Shigeo nodded, "And we won't risk your safety. Yukiko-chan and I will join you, with snacks and drinks, so you can soak up the heat, let it relax your body as you watch the snow swirl overhead and feel your troubles melt away." 

The formerly demure girl nodded as well, "Bathing is good for the mind and spirit. You've treated your bodies, why not the rest of you?" 

The newlyweds looked at one another; speaking in that silent way that only those who know one another deeply can. Jason raised an eyebrow, one shoulder shrugging. Cecilia pursed her lips and then smiled, shrugging back, the motion causing her robe to slip open a bit more and threaten to expose her nipples. Jason grinned and nodded, "All right. Who would argue with that? Let's hit the onsen." 

"Good!" Shigeo stood up as Yukiko began to gather up the platters, plates, and the rest of the meal's remains. The older man gestured to a pair of doors that were on the wall set back further from the Christmas tree. The door on the left had a pink cloth hanging on it with the character for "woman" written upon it in swirling calligraphy, a blue banner bearing the word "man" on the right door. "Just go right through and that'll take you through to the changing area and the onsen beyond. There's a wall all the way, so don't worry about that winter air getting you. Feel free to get in, we'll be along in a few minutes." 

He took one of the stack of plates that Yukiko had gathered, the girl taking the other, and the two of them bustled out of the hall. Jason and Cecilia stood slowly and reached out to hold hands over the table. The bearded academic smiled, "It's turned into a really great night. Even if we will have company on our sides of the bath." 

"Mm, no sneaking into the same side and dirtying up the pure water tonight." She gave his hands a squeeze and grinned, "Always tomorrow, babe." 

"Today tomorrow or tomorrow tomorrow?" Jason released her hands. "Enjoy it, love. See you after." They turned and went to the doors, sliding them open to reveal identical hallways that led back to the changing areas for the gender separate pools of the onsen. 

The robe slipped from Cecilia's shoulders almost as soon as she shut the door behind her, the pale blue fabric puddling on the tiled floor. The tile under her feet was a bit cooler than the tatami flooring she'd just been on but not enough to make her feel chilled. The air here was thicker and warmer, embracing her nude form as she picked up the fallen yukata and walked down the hallway to the changing room. It was a small and simple space with benches, cabinets to serve as lockers for the bathers, and a few short stools, all in a lightly stained wood. There was a full length mirror mounted on the wall opposite the "locker" part of the room, so those changing could see themselves. A pair of bucket lights set deep into the ceiling to avoid the humid air shone down to provide dim, soft illumination. 

She chuckled as she opened one of the cabinets and hung her yukata on a hood inside, "Soft lighting, hm? Looks like the director wants romantic shots coming up." She could hope, anyway. "Or not so romantic," she said again, turning to face her reflection. Mm! Cecilia ran her hands down her sides and over her taut stomach, then up to cup and fondle her own massive, majestic tits. Her supple legs were clean shaven and shapely and her sweet sex was bare and clean of hair as well, the lips glistening a bit from the arousal that she'd felt building all through dinner. The looks, the flirty comments, her own imagination supplying all kinds of delicious images and ideas, not to mention being drunker than she'd been in quite some time, had felt her aroused and ready. Her right hand left her breasts to slip between her legs and run two fingers over her moist labia, Cecilia shuddering and taking in a staggering breath. "Maybe pornographic," she smirked at her reflection as she raised her fingers to her face and breathed in the scent of her cunt. 

Fuck, she hoped she could seduce Yukiko when the girl brought her the snacks and booze. She felt she had a pretty good shot at it. 

She laughed again and turned back to her wooden locker. Other than her robe, it held a short sided bucket made from bamboo. It was meant to carry any toiletries into the bath, being able to float, as well as holding water for cleaning oneself off before entering to soak. It held a few complimentary items as well; a wash cloth, a bar of soap wrapped in a large kudzu leaf, and a pair of bottles that held locally made "all natural" shampoo and conditioner. Grabbing the bucket, she walked to the entrance to the onsen proper; a space simply hung with a cloth banner to block it off from the changing room. The bathing area was quite large; half again as big as the main hall. There was a set of six concrete washing stations to one side of the entrance, each with a wooden stool, where bathers were supposed to sit, soap up, scrub, and rinse themselves. There were wooden walls on all sides of the onsen, the right one actually cutting the pool in half; the bathing area for men on the other side of it. Along the wall of the great hall behind her and on that opposite, were a few stone benches where women could sit out of the water to speak if they wanted to take a break from soaking. The pool itself was irregularly shaped but was generally round on one end and then narrowed to become a more oval shape before the wall that split it in two abruptly stopped this side. On the curve of the rounded end closest to the ryokan, the poolside gave way to a set of stone steps that led into the pool. The water was dark in the faint light that came from the ornate stone lanterns set about the bathing area but steam was rising off of it and the air in general was hazy and very thick. It was warm too; feeling like a balmy day in early spring rather than a dark winter's night. Overhead the blackness of the night could be seen, as could the swirling snow, but none of that chill reached Cecilia as she made her way towards the hot spring. The entire area was covered in stone and tile and it glistened faintly with wetness in the humid air. Here and there around the edge of the pool there were mats set for those who wanted to lay or sit by the spring and converse with those soaking. 

Cecilia considered scrubbing down briefly but shrugged the idea off. She'd just ridden in a car all day, she couldn't be that dirty. Plus, she was just too eager to get in and actually be in a Japanese hot spring! She set her bucket on one of the mats and then moved to the stairs. Two of the steps were above the water, the third covered with maybe an inch of water, two further steps fully submerged. The third step went on along the wall of the spring to form a thin, slightly sloped "bench" that bathers could sit on, though at the pool's edges even a short woman could sit on the bottom and still be above water from the top of her shoulders up. 

"Oooh, fuck," she breathed as she walked down the slick steps into the water and then let herself fall forward into the hot spring. The dark water seemed to almost pull her in and embrace her; it was not warm but genuinely hot, shockingly so to the point that it was both heavenly and almost uncomfortable at once. The heat sank into her and muscles eased and relaxed after only a few moments of the steady pressure and intense warmth and it was everything she'd imagined. "Oh, ohhh, this is soo good!" The heat washed over her and through her, and with it came pleasure, and a deep seated, almost glowing satisfaction. 

She half walked, half swam to the middle of the hot spring where it was deepest and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Her feet were still on the bottom here and the water lapped at her lips. Cecilia bent her knees and slid under the surface to let her whole body be wrapped in the bone soaking heat and fluid embrace of the hot spring. She floated in the dark stillness of the torrid waters and felt a strange blend of relaxed exhilaration spread tingling through her; starting from her stomach and radiating outward to the very tips of her fingers and the ends of her wiggling toes. 

The busty American hung there for a few moments, having to work a bit to stay submerged as her ample assets tended to make her buoyant. She then pushed off the bottom and slid along in, as much under the surface as she could get, hands outstretched in front of her. As they came into contact with the bottom step, she lifted herself up, hands palm down on the underwater step, back arching, head tossing her soaked hair back over her shoulders as she breached in her best impression of a mermaid. She even shifted to have her knees down on the bottom so that her ass and feet were lifted out of the shallower water at the edge of the pool. Water coursed down her slick, shiny skin and slid in droplets down and over the heaving slopes of her jugs and along the graceful curve of her neck. 

She held the pose for a few seconds and then started to laugh, her breasts jiggling with the motion and shaking more droplets down. God, she felt so silly! But it was just too fun! And it probably looked pretty good too; her body wet and gleaming, tits heaving and thrust out. Cecilia smirked, her head still tilted back, "I bet the guys would shoot in their robes if they saw me now." 




Holidays at the Hot Springs



"Only halfway there, though you are magnificent, CC-san." Her eyes snapped open and she lowered her head. "The body of an American woman...glorious." Shigeo stood at the top of the steps in his yukata, though there was a notable deformation in the fabric just below his waist; holding a few fluffy towels in both hands, a tray with more dango, rice crackers, two saucers, and a clay bottle of sake. "I'm glad you're enjoying the bath." 

Cecilia scrambled back from the steps, splashing water over herself and almost onto Shigeo, who took a step back to avoid the splatter. "Gah! Sh-Shigeo-san! What the...I mean, why are you here?" She was kneeling on the bottom of the hot spring, her eyes wide with shock and her cheeks flushed, her chest was still exposed and her flush deepened as she felt his half-lidded gaze on her, the older man drinking in the sight of her topless. Emotions rushed through her; embarrassment, shock, and to her own surprise, pride and arousal. She could see his eyes, what could be seen of them, gleaming as he ogled her and the bulge in the front of his robe twitched. There wasn't any fear; whether that was from her own attraction to him or just still being slightly drunk was hard to tell. Rather than cover up, she squared her shoulders and raised an eyebrow as she met his gaze, daring him to keep looking, even as she felt her nipples stiffen. 

"To bring you these," he said, leaning down to set the towels by the steps so she could grab as she exited the water and then depositing the tray on the other side. "Drinks and snacks, and I thought you might like a few towels." His smile grew enough to show a flash of teeth, "And there was something else." 

"I bet. Wanted to get a look?" What had gotten into her? Cecilia could scarcely believe her own words and actions as she sat up a bit more and arched her back again, "You couldn't take your eyes off me at dinner." Oh, God, this was so naughty! She was loving it! 

His smile grew a bit more. "You found me out, eh? I did, yes, but that wasn't why. You see," he slipped his feet out of his wooden sandals and stepped down two steps, "I heard what you and Yukiko-chan were talking about. About foreign men and their cocks being bigger than Japanese." 

His use of the English word struck her as even more illicit than it should be and she felt her pulse quicken. Something was about to happen here; and the point of no return was coming up fast. She...she wanted what would happen, she knew it, she felt it. Shigeo was her type; tall, lean, pretty, funny and she had felt turned on even before dinner started. She thought back to what she and Jason had talked about. If they had a shot, they'd take it. They'd agreed on that, right? Right? 

Cecilia took a deep breath, feeling a surge of heat between her legs as she decided. "I did say that. I've seen some Japanese dicks in pornos, Shigeo-san, and they're pretty, but in size? No contest." 

"I didn't want to argue, but you're wrong, CC-san. And then I thought, maybe if you were to see for yourself..." Shigeo pulled his yukata open and off in one fluid motion, tossing it off to drape over one of the washing stations.

Her eyes widened and her mouth opened, and then shut. She blinked a few times and then wet her lips with her tongue. "Oh." His body was great; smooth skin over taut muscle that was defined and clear but not bulging or overdeveloped, slender but not delicate, manly but pretty, but she'd expected that. His cock though...it stood proudly in the air, a very slight curve to it, veiny and triumphant, long, so much longer than she expected! It must hang almost to his knees! He was thick as well, though not as much as Jason. In terms of length...he might be bigger than her husband, but not by much if so. He was uncircumcised and it gave his large rod a strange, almost alien look to it. There was a thatch of dark hairs at the base and his sack hung below, full and looking almost swollen. "Oh," she said again. "I...I was wrong. Shigeo-san, you're so big...it looks so strong and proud..." 

His smile was again thin lipped and merry, though with a wicked air to it, as he continued down the steps and walked towards where she sat in the hot spring. His dick bobbed in the air as he moved closer to her, a drop of pre-cum appearing to gleam at the tip before falling into the water. "Maybe you'd like to apologize?" One of his long fingered hands slid up his shaft before encircling it and pumping to pull his foreskin back and expose the bulbous head. He stopped moving, standing in front of her, the crown of his manhood inches from her face. 

Her breathing was heavier and she knew he could feel it on his cock. Being a tease was one thing. Being kinky and wanting to experiment was one thing. But this would be real; really cheating on her husband who was barely 20 yards away with a man she'd known all of five hours. There was no going back. 

All fucking right!

She looked up at Shigeo with as sweet and innocent a look as she could put on her pixyish face, "Gomen nasai, Shigeo-san. And gomen nasai, Shigeo-san's big, gorgeous cock." Cecilia leaned in and pressed her pink, plush lips to the head in a lingering kiss. The older man moaned as she kissed the swollen crown again and again, from all angles, peppering it in loving kisses. It felt hot, even compared to the water around her lower body, hard, and pulsed with life and power. Another moan came from above her as she licked down the full length of the right side of his member and back up the underside before swirling her tongue over the head. The thick manmeat had a faintly salty tang but an overall savory flavor; the taste of a Japanese cock. The American licked her lips, "I really want to make it up to you, Shigeo-san. Please, let me." 

His thin lipped smile widened and he nodded, his hands sliding through her wet hair to take firm hold in her dampness darkened locks, head going back and lips parting in a languid groan as the married woman opened up and engulfed the head of his dick in her wet, willing mouth. She sealed her lips tightly around the crown, tongue slipping and sliding over the sensitive flesh, cheeks dimpling as she lightly suckled. She let out a muffled coo and pushed her head forward to claim another two inches of rock hard glory; God, she was such a slut! She felt so sexy, so hot right now! Her left hand slid up his right leg, caressing strong muscle before shifting to cup his hanging balls in her palm, the right was under the surface of the water, stroking her increasingly scorching pussy. 

Cecilia looked up at him through her eyelashes, rolling her head to brush the length of him around in her mouth, drawing another lusty moan. She smirked as best she could with her lips sealed tight around a stranger's cock. She honestly loved giving head; few things made her feel so sexy and powerful as reducing a man to a moaning mess with just her mouth. It also hit that part of her that liked to feel dirty and naughty, that she was so bad as to do such a thing. Her clever tongue danced along the large, throbbing vein on the underside of his manhood as she took more of him in, slowly sinking the Japanese dick into her American throat. 

Shigeo gasped, "Ahh, so good at this, CC-san! You must, hnn, practice a lot, don't you?" He was looking down at her with that constant smirking smile on his lips, his cheeks flushed from pleasure. "Trying to take it all, aren't you, you greedy gaijin slut?" She shivered at the words; dirty talk was one thing she could never get enough of. "No girl's ever done that before but maybe you can show me what Americans can do, eh?" 

She chuckled, the sound rippling through the cock that was almost lodged in her throat and making him purr at the vibration. Oh, she'd show him, all right! Cecilia took a deep breath through her nose and tried to relax her throat, leaning forward to slide more of that stiff pillar into her. She made a rough, glottal swallowing cough as the head brushed the back of her throat and then sank down past into her neck. Ohh, fuck! He was so long! His thickness felt like it was stretching out her tight throat, but fuck if she cared! She'd take him all, every inch, for US pride! And, well, because she really was a greedy gaijin slut. That wet, guttural gulp sounded in her throat again as she pushed once more, eyes shut in concentration. She could smell the slightly tangy, slightly acrid scent of his pubic hair, knew she was close. More, more, fuck it, she wanted all of it! Her chest heaved as she forced herself forward and all but slammed the last few inches of dick down; her throat spasmed and tried to gag, clutching and milking the cock lodged in her. She felt a sting as her eyes teared up but held it, her hands moving from where they were to grab his ass, seizing and holding him in case he tried to pull out of her. The hands in her hair tightened, a hissing breath going into him, Cecilia riding through her body's reaction, gathering her will, mastering it. Her chest heaved a few more times and then steadied, rising and falling just a bit more than normal. 

Her eyes opened, glowing in triumph even as a few tears slid down her cheeks. Her nose was buried in his thatch of dark hairs, his scent filling her lungs. Her lower cheeks and shin were streaked with shining trails of saliva from where it had bubbled out between the corners of her lips and run down, only to drip and spatter on her generous jugs. She hummed around the thick meat; every last inch of it. Her lover's smile was beatific, only a fraction of the usual teasing smugness in it. "CC-chan...amazing," he breathed. "Impossible, but, ahhh, so very good! More, slut, I want you to go to work now. Show me how you suck a cock, married white whore!" 

She groaned, feeling a fresh burst of wetness in her cunt at the words, and slowly drew her head back until about half of his shaft was free of her mouth, glistening with spit in the dim illumination of the onsen. Then she reclaimed it with the same steady, slow pace. Again, again, again, and again, she slid back and pushed forward, lips tight as she could make them around the hard prick. His hands stroked her hair and he murmured and groaned in his native language as she began to move in shorter, shallower, faster motions. 

Faster and faster she sucked and slurped on Shigeo's hardness, tits jiggling from her movement, hands rubbing his ass as she fellated him. Her head bobbed up and down, the sound of the wind overhead lost among his groans and the wet, sloppy squish-sluck sound of her eager devotions. God, oh, fucking God! She felt like a queen slut! Hot pre-cum was seeping from his cock, lubricating her throat and giving her a preview taste of his oncoming release. Her throat worked, swallowing it and massaging his length. He was twitching in her mouth, and she could hear his breathing growing rougher, raspier, and more desperate. Cecilia groaned and sucked harder, suddenly consumed with the idea of him cumming down her throat and filling her stomach with her seed. 

"Hhn! Hh, n-not yet," he gasped and his hands grabbed her head and pulled her back hard. Her eyes flew open in indignant protest as Shigeo muscled out of her grasp and stepped back, his cock coming free of her mouth with a slithery rasp and a faint pop. The older man moved to lean back against the side of the pool, regaining his breath, staring at her. She met his gaze, face still smeared with the evidence of her messy blowjob. "I have to do that first." 

She let out a needy whine, "That?" 

His smug smile returned and he took two steps and was on her again, taking her shoulders in his hands and turning her about as he thrust her towards the stairs. She let out a shrill squeal as she fell against them on her back, laying at a low angle and then gasping as he moved over her and sank to his knees straddling her chest with his cock hanging in the void between her breasts. Comprehension hit her and she laughed, "Oh, Shigeo-san, you dirty man." He nodded and licked his lips as she reached around her body to cup her water slick tits and then pressing the plush, sweet flesh against his needy rod. "You want to fuck these big American tits, don't you?" She pumped her jugs over his shaft, feeling it jump and a fresh spurt of pre squirt onto her skin. "Do it, fuck my tits, Shigeo-san! Fuck my huge, soft, plush jugs and fucking give me a Japanese pearl necklace!" 

He growled and roughly grabbed hold of her tits, her nipples grinding into his palms, and started to pump his hips. Her host wasn't holding back, starting off pounding her wildly jiggling mountains for all he was worth. His half-lidded eyes were gleaming, almost burning, with perverse delight as he reamed her cleavage. 

Cecelia urged him on, lips parted, cheeks flushed. "Oh, God, yeah, fuck my tits, Shigeo-san. Use those big American jugs! Fuck, never get this with any Japanese girl, can you? Not like this! Make it count, stud! Use me, fuck my tits, fucking spray me with cum!" Fuck! His cock felt like it might burn her, it was so hot as it slid and slipped between her breasts. She was panting, her arousal rising at his obvious enjoyment, glorying in the naughtiness of it, and from being used so suddenly, so casually by him. Her tongue slipped out as his head breached out from the valley of her bosom, licking over it and almost sucking it into her mouth. 

His eyes closed firmly and he let out a hungry, whining growl. Her breath caught as his hips pumped faster, his rhythm starting to break. "Oh, yes! Yes, do it, do it, Shigeo-sama, cum on me! Paint me with it, cover me, mark me as a cheating gaijin bitch broken in by your perfect Japanese cock!" 

His head went back and he went stiff as his hips plunged a final time and thrust his rod through her tits, the slit of the head dilating as it pointed right at her face. She opened her mouth, eyes closing, as she felt it jump between her tits and a moment later she felt a ropey streak of thick, hot, joy slash across her face; part of the strand falling into her open lips to fill her mouth with that salty, earthy taste. He grunted out, cock throbbing and twitching again and again and she felt fresh streaks of steaming hot jizz splatter on her cheeks, her chin, then on her collarbones and across her heaving breasts. He let out a louder grunt and the last jet came down almost dead center down the middle of her face. 

They lay there for a few moments, his breathing slowing and centering and then she felt his weight lift off of her, a thick oozing strand of release smearing against the inside curve of her right tit as he stood up. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him; her pretty face had the long strand down the center as well as the first shot that hand gone diagonally across her cheeks and lips, and another that hung from her chin, long trails of spooge glistened around her neck and along her collarbone and on the swelling slope of both tits. "You came so much, Shigeo-sama...you did paint me like a whore...I love it." She licked her lips, tasting him, "Mmm." 

Holding his now almost closed eyes with her own gaze, she started to sweep her fingers through his release. The newlywed wife gathered up his cum, feeding it to herself, licking her fingers free again and again, lips smacking as she ate his seed. "So good and so much," she whimpered, "but almost all gone already." She tipped her head back and let the last bit dangle from a finger and then fall into her mouth. Cecilia rolled it around and then swallowed, opening wide to show him that she'd consumed every drop she could get. 

Shigeo let out a raspy chuckle, "Don't worry, CC-chan. I've got lots more for you." He pumped his spit and cum smeared cock and she noted with delight that he was still hard. 

"Oooh, such stamina! I'm so glad." Cecilia sat up off of the steps and crawled to him before rising up on her knees, "let me clean you, and then you can give this American whore what she really needs." 

 "What I really need," Jason sighed, tilting his head back against the stone lip of the onsen pool, "is a woman or a drink, to make this perfect." The tall American was speaking to no one, looking up into the swirling and dancing snow fall that stood out against the blackness of the sky. It really was remarkable; maybe 30 feet up and it was winter, but here? A hot soak in paradise. Well, almost paradise. Now, if CC were with him...perfection. 

Though that was likely a matter of waiting. If he knew his love, she'd slip over after Yukiko brought her the promised snacks so they could be together and, probably, defile the sanctity of the hot spring. The idea was very appealing, and as he looked up at the sky, he let his mind play through all the positions they could use to thoroughly sate their lust and feel the onsen was suitably marked by their congress. Spiritually, anyway, he didn't want to actually break something. 

She filled his mind's eye; skin glistening from the water, hair dark with wetness, her big tits heaving, eyes sparkling as she bounced up and down on his lap in the pool. Ohh, or out of the water and bent over one of the stone lanterns, his dick slamming into her tight, sweet heaven, jugs jiggling with each thrust, taking it from behind...or lying on her side on the edge of the pool with him standing in the water, holding one leg up and driving them both to glory...

Jason groaned as he felt blood rushing to his member, the sweet tingling, almost painful feeling of it stiffening and swelling beneath the dark surface of the steamy waters. He closed his eyes and focused on his daydreams of ravishing his wife in the pool, though in a few of them they were joined by Yukiko. He envisioned her gorgeous face red with shocked arousal as Cecilia licked at her pussy with his rod buried in her own, Yukiko laying on one of the mats and her cry of passion as he sank into her tightness muffled as his wife lowered herself onto the girl's face. A shiver ran through him and bit his lower lip, shaking his head. He ran his right index finger along his erection and he then lifted his hips to make it jut out of the water, thrilling in the change of temperature and sensation. He was thinking about this too much. None of it was going to happen and Shigeo would show up any minute. It'd be a little awkward to explain his hard-on to the fox-faced host. 

There was a sudden, slight eddy of cold air that tickled his neck and he shivered again and then was aware of a presence behind him. There was the faint sound of something, a tray perhaps, being set one of the mats and then a few moments later an even fainter sound of feet entering the water. Shigeo, just in time to catch him hard and horny, which would amuse the man from everything he knew of him so far. Jason sighed and leaned forward, shaking his head, "Ah, thank you for bringing that. I can explain my, ah, condition." The shy giggle that answered him was definitely not Shigeo. Shit! What was she doing here? He opened his eyes and turned his head even as he slid off the shallow bench and more into the water proper to hide all of his body save from the bottom of his pecs up. 

"There's no need, Kalt-san," Yukiko said, "to explain or to hide." The formerly demure young woman looked astounding; her hair was down and the jet black locks fell like a shiny raven waterfall down and over her slender, bare shoulders, making her skin seem to gleam whitely all the more. There was a pink flush on her cheeks and her eyes were bright, refusing to meet his as she stood at the base of the stairs for the pool with water midway up her calves. The formal layers she'd worn earlier were gone and she now had a very light, rather sheer white robe on that gave her appearance an ethereal quality. Saying the robe was on was somewhat generous; it was currently hanging open from her body, the sleeves caught on her elbows, and the bottom several inches floating on the water's surface. Her figure followed her face; delicate, petite, and slender but perfect and almost impossibly fetching. No flaw marred her pristine white skin and it was smooth and supple over her rounded arms and gloriously shapely legs; her stomach was flat and her waist so trim and small he felt that his hands would only have a few inches between them wrapped around it. Her breasts were neither small nor large, the size of ripe peaches that would fit snugly in his palms but not fill them; high, pert, round, and adorned with stiff nipples that were the same sunrise pink as her lips. The only other splash of color on her was the dark patch between her legs, thin dark hairs beaded here and there with wetness though she had not yet dipped them into the pool. "I hope we were thinking of the same thing." 




Holidays at the Hot Springs



He couldn't answer right away. Good God...she was...and naked, or nearly, and just...she looked so good. Perfect and insanely sexy and somehow still managing to pull off an innocent vibe that made it all the more incredible. Jason felt guilty, that he should look away, he was a married man. But his eyes were fixed to her, wondering and awed at the supernal beauty before him. "I, uh, wow, I mean, I hope so too. Shiroyama-san, you're gorgeous. So beautiful, so sexy." 

The pink flush deepened but she smiled. "I'm happy to hear that from you." She slipped the robe from her arms and turned to drape it over onto one of the mats by the poolside, confirming that she had a spectacular toned and rounded ass to go with the rest of her stunning shape. The graceful Japanese vision faced him once more and took a few steps towards him, the water rippling from her movement, to halt just out of arm's reach from the Western man. "I'm being so shameful and so bold," she said softly, "and I was at dinner too; joking, flirting, and...and touching you." She shook her head, "And then what CC-san said, I've been thinking about it ever since." She looked away and she joined her hands in front of her waist, fingers fidgeting with one another. "I'm so terrible to display myself like this, but..."

Jason laughed weakly as he moved towards the middle of the pool and stood up to be waist-deep, "There are several words that come to mind seeing you displaying yourself, Shiroyama-san, but terrible isn't even close. Amazing. Unearthly."

Her fidgeting slowed a bit and she inclined her head with a small smile. "Yukiko." 

He blinked. Well, that was surprising...but then she'd come out to the onsen to at least bathe naked with him, so perhaps a certain level of closeness was to be expected. "Yukiko-san. Thank you. God, men would pay a fortune just to get a glimpse of you like this." His tone turned teasing as he tried to tease her a bit to cut some of her tension a bit more. "Or is that the secret of the ryokan's success?"

"Baka!" She snorted and splashed at him, "I'm not that kind of girl!" But her smile hadn't faded, "Or maybe I am...I came out hoping to see you and find out if," her eyes ran over him, lingering on his strong arms, his broad chest and the thin hair there, his well-trimmed beard, his lips, slipping away to keep them from meeting his gaze directly, "if it's true. About gaijin." 

He felt his cock throb under the water. God damn, why was that so sexy? He'd felt attracted to her since they'd met, joked about it with Cecilia, imagined her body and enjoying it, flirted with her at dinner, but to think that she might want him back...he hadn't really considered it. He and Cecilia had talked earlier, said to go for it if they got the chance...hadn't that been mostly a joke? "I," his voice was husky and he tried to take his eyes off her, which would make this easier, but found himself unable to do so, "I would love to show you, Yukiko-san. But I'm married, just married even. It hasn't even been a week yet."

"Ara, but you talked about it, didn't you? You and CC-san." Yukiko's face was certain and she took a half step forward, putting herself within his reach. "That you could if you got the chance." How did she know about that? Jason stared and opened his mouth to say...he had no idea what but she beat him to the punch, "That's why she's over there with Shigeo-sama right now, isn't it?" 

His mouth worked a few times. "What?"

"Can't you hear them?" She gave another giggle at his expression, "Your ears aren't bigger, at least." Yukiko gestured to the wooden wall that separated the two sides of the onsen, "See?" 

Before he could ask what she meant an image appeared on the wooden wall; as clear as though the wall were actually a television screen. "Cecilia...CC baby," he murmured. His wife was laying back on the steps to the other pool and cupping her majestic breasts around Shigeo's cock, pumping his length a few times with her ample assets. He felt shock and a surge of anger but mostly he felt...turned on. His own cock was throbbing as he watched the Japanese man start to fuck his wife's tits. What the hell was wrong with him? This should make him furious, right? He should go over there and kick Shigeo's ass, not want to see the guy shoot his load all over Cecilia's jugs! But he did. "God, that's hot." 

And how was she projecting that anyway? Must have one on the other side of the pool, and cameras too, otherwise, how could-

His thoughts cut off for a moment as he felt a small, cool hand touch his left forearm. Jason looked down to see Yukiko standing right in front of him, her eyes once again demurely downcast. "You feel so very warm," she cooed. 

God, she was right there. And his wife was fucking another man and this young, hot, Japanese girl wanted him to do the same to her, to show her how foreigners did it. Damn it, he'd still made a vow, right? He and CC hadn't been iron clad earlier, just kind of serious, kind of joking, and even if she was doing that, it didn't mean he should...fuck, but he wasn't made of stone either. 

Yukiko let out a soft gasp as his hands engulfed her waist, "And you feel cold, Yukiko-san," he said. 

She nodded, "I'm cold all the time..."

"Let's warm you up then," he answered and leaned down before his head dipped to capture her lips in a firm kiss. She gasped into his lips, playing the shy innocent part to the hilt, and only then kissed back. Her lips were terribly soft and pleasantly cool rather than warm, her taste refreshing and shockingly sweet; like running his tongue over a fruit popsicle. She tasted good and he held the kiss light and questioning for only a few beats before pressing with more urgency. His hands slid over her skin, smooth beyond his experience and that same odd but enjoyable coolness to it. Even when he reached below the water to give her ass a gentle squeeze and groaned at the feel of the taut buttocks, he noted how chilled she must be despite being in the heated waters of the hot spring. 

Her small hands reached out to run up his chest and he broke the kiss to sigh at the feel of her touch, tantalizing and sweet at once. Her finger ran through his chest hair several times and she made a soft, lilting sound of interest and delight. A jolt of sensation made him gasp as her tiny, cold fingers glided over a nipple and then went back to flick it. There was a frank and naughty smirk on her pretty lips for a moment, a hint of the temptress beneath the innocent façade. She nuzzled his chest and pressed soft, feathery kisses here and there; the contact sweet and cool. His hands took gentle hold of her hips and pulled her to him and she gasped as she felt the hot, turgid length of his manhood against her stomach, Jason shifting it with one hand so it was trapped vertically between their bodies. She blinked several times, wriggling against him to try and better feel the dimensions of his pride, "Subarashii," she murmured, "It is true, what CC-san said." 

Jason chuckled and drew in an appreciative breath. Her wriggling was delightful; feeling her plush tits mashing and rubbing against him, her icy little nipples almost scratching his skin, and the sensations that rippled through his dick as she writhed against it were wonderful. "Or it might just be me," he grinned at her. "Mm, you're making it feel so good already." 

She giggled, "I know, I can feel it throbbing...and something hot and wet from it on my skin." She nibbled her lower lip, "So warm...I want that warmth, Kalt-san. Won't you...won't you give it to me?" 

Good God. "Of course." His arms held her tight, hands kneading her perfect little ass. "As much as you want." 

She nodded, flushing adorably, and spoke in the most deviant, innocent, shy voice he'd ever heard, "Will it fit?" 

This whole scene felt like something out of a hentai manga. "Of course, and I'll be gentle. I'll prepare you too, so it'll be easier." 

"Oh? How-waaa!" Yukiko's small hands scrabbled at his chest and then found hold on his shoulders as Jason ducked down and then came up with the petite Japanese woman cradled bridal-style in his arms. He thought he saw a moment of panic on her face before she grabbed his chin in either hand and lunged up to kiss him hard and rough, her tongue pushing into his mouth with unexpected aggressiveness. It felt fantastic, but even as he returned her enthusiastic kiss, a small part of his mind wondered at it; what had made her do that? Had she not wanted him to see her whole body naked in his arms? 

He pushed the thought aside and strode over to set her down on the edge of stone tile surrounding the spring. With her sitting on the poolside and him standing in the water, her head was almost level with his. She ducked her head to avoid their eyes meeting and he smiled, leaning in and kissing down the exposed curve of her neck. Yukiko shivered and cooed, her hands stroking his chest. Jason nipped ever so lightly where her neck and shoulder joined and the slender girl moaned. "Feels so nice, your warm breath, the touch of your lips," she sighed. She leaned back, her hands moving from his chest to tangle in his hair as his hungry lips moved to the swell of one pert breast and began to worship the luscious flesh. He took the cold spike of her nipple between his lips and lashed it with his tongue and her breath hitched in her chest, hands tightening in his hair. 

God, she felt so cool to the touch, even after being in the hot spring. Would she be all right in the open air like this? Fuck, her sweet little tits felt and tasted so nice though. Well, they weren't really little unless you compared them to a set like Cecilia's, but anyway. Jason lifted his head, "Your body's wonderful, Yukiko-san. But are you all right? You seem so cold...we can move inside if you want, I don't want to risk your health." 

She shook her head, "No, I'm fine. Really, I feel very warm, especially down there," she added with a flush. "This is just how I am, I'm sorry if it worries you." 

There were some people whose body temperature was just naturally lower than normal, so they felt cold to the touch. She must be one of them. "All right, but if you start feeling bad, we'll go in right away, okay? Don't be embarrassed to say so." 

"Hai. You're different than gaijin are supposed to be too; I mean, you're big but you're thoughtful." She then hissed as he turned his talented mouth to her other breast, lip curling. "Ah, Kalt-san, mm, you like my breasts, don't you?" 

He chuckled against the softness of her bosom, "I do, and they're perfect. But I'm a breast guy, I mean, look at my wife." 

She giggled and looked over him at the images on the separation wall, "All right. Ohh! Ohh, that's nice, Kalt-san!" He was suckling at her teat now; tongue teasing and rubbing over her peak while his lips rubbed and nipped and sucked on her. "Sh-she's, ohh, she's where I want to be." Her head rolled in a slow circle before coming back up to look over his body, "Bent over, legs spread, ready to be filled..." 

He groaned into her breast and lifted his face. Fuck, he wanted to just drag her to the very edge of the pool and drive into her right the fuck now! But he wasn't that kind of guy, no, no, he wasn't just going to cut right to it like that. "God, girl, and I want to fill you so fucking bad. So let's get you ready." 

His hands, which had been planted on either side of her hips, moved to her knees and gently spread her legs wide apart, her feet still invisible under the dark surface of the water. She blinked and lifted one hand to her mouth as he knelt on the stone bench under the water's surface and bent his shoulders to lower his head past her waist, "K-Kalt-san, you shouldn't. That's so dirty! And if you see, and smell, you'll know I...I..." 

He smirked, "That you're a bad girl? Oh, Yukiko-san, I know." She was doing what she was supposed to culturally though, weakly protesting to maintain her innocence, even while wanting him to do exactly what he was doing. So strange. Her sex was before his eyes; her lips were pink and engorged beneath the thin muff of dark hair that decorated her mound. She was warm here, and the contrast in temperature between her pussy and the rest of her body made it all the better. He leaned in closer and she shivered as she felt his breath on her sex; he breathed deep of her scent, unlike any other he'd encountered, sweet and syrupy. Then he pressed his lips to hers in a firm kiss, hearing her yelp and feeling her fingers jerk in his hair. God, she tasted sweet, literally, similar to the icy fruit taste of her lips but several times stronger. His lips parted and she cried out as his tongue pushed past the glistening labia and ran over the hot flesh of her gash. 

Her eyes fluttered and she whimpered as she felt the foreign man lick over her delicate flower; his tongue was thick and bold, traveling up her slit from top to bottom, his lips rubbed, and his beard added a fresh scrubbing, not quite scratching sensation that sent electric tingles shooting through her body from her sensitive flesh. Her chest heaved over and over as she gulped in air and breathy, heated gasps left her. The probing tip of his agile muscle swept upwards and slipped over her swollen clitoris. "Kya! Ah, Kalt-san, it feels good, your breath, your tongue, more, onegai! Please!" 

Her pleas urged him on and his face mashed against her soaked sex. The sensitive pearl of her clit was his focus now and he used all his skill and tricks to polish and worship it. His lips nibbled and pressed, their faint roughness a delicious change in sensation, then his tongue returned to swirl around and over her nub again and again, retreating to lash with the tip once, twice, thrice, and then those hungry lips sealed and sucked. She bent back away from him and howled her delight, eyes screwed shut, wailing as her body tightened and seemed to explode from within, white hot pleasure battering her petite frame as she came hard. Jason growled and started to flick his tongue over her bud harder and faster now, his head dragged into her even as her body arched away, a slight pain from his hair as she pulled. 

Her wetness flowed over him, sweet and sticky, coating his chin, his lips, drenching his beard. Fuck, she came big! He loved it. He could feel her slender form quivering against him and her cries fanned the fires of his desire. His right hand ran down her thigh and up along the underside of it before his fingers brushed the wet base of her slit. She bucked against him as he traced her entrance with the tip of his forefinger and then slowly slid it into her thigh sheath up to the second knuckle. He held it there while continuing to lovingly abuse her clit, just feeling the wet vise of her walls and letting her feel his finger within her. Fuck, she was incredibly tight! And this was just on his finger. Jason felt a moment of concern; would it hurt her if they fucked?

The pale skinned beauty wriggled on the wet stone, eyes almost closed, looking down at his head moving between her legs. "Your finger is in me, ahh, I like it!" Her went back and she began to rock her hips to mash her pussy into his face and push herself more onto his probing finger, "More, give me, mmm, a good tease of what it'll be like, be like when you're in me for real, Jason-san." 

What man could not answer that request? The traveler pushed the finger inside her as deep as he could and drew it out slowly. His lips were still fastened to her clit, sucking and pleasing the sensitive nub. He gently poked at her lip with the middle and index fingers to offer her a warning tease before pushing them into her body. 

"Nyahhh!" Yukiko jerked and her cry rang out, one of her small hands left his hair and moved to one of her pert tits to start tugging on her own nipple. "Hai! Yes, like thaaat! Move them, please, open me, Jason-san," she pleaded. She was smiling, her eyelids fluttering as she rolled her hips to pump her own sex on his fingers. 

His large fingers pulled back and she gasped with happy shock at the sensation. Then they slid in again, and back out, and in, out, in, and out, and in. Jason finger fucked her with a steady, brisk rhythm that he did his best to match with his delightful torment of her clitoris. Yukiko's breath came in sweet, breathy pants, broken by wordless utterances of her enjoyment. Over and over and over again, the pussy slicked digits worked in and out of her hole, her sex clutching them tightly as they pressed deep yet with a slight ease that had not been present at first. Her pants grew faster, closer together and he smiled; lips drawing away from her clit and his tongue snaking out to lick and lash it instead. 

She shrieked and he heard water splashing and falling back, muscle flexing around him inside and out, her cunt squeezing his fingers as she came again hard, her legs kicking as she creamed. Yukiko's back bent, her head and shoulders lifting up off the stone tiling of the bath and then back down as she formed a graceful arch while fiery sensation crashed through her cool body; the scorching pleasure never enough yet almost too much all at once. 

She fell back weakly, "Jason-san, I feel so good, so light and so, so warm! I'm never this warm." Her normally clear voice was thick with pleasure and mild surprise. She pulled on his hair and he lifted his head to look up at her. A flush colored her cheeks and went down her neck, almost to the curving slopes of her breasts. She still did not meet his eyes but her expression was one of passionate need. "I need you, Jason-san, right now. Fuck me on that gaijin dick, you dirty foreigner. Pollute me with your cock and your seed." 

Jason growled and slid his hands up her body to cup and grasp her by the ass, sitting back into the pool at the same time. The snow white Japanese beauty lifted as easily as if she were a doll, her legs spreading apart and both hands gliding down his face to grip his shoulders. She twisted ever so slightly as he pulled her down and she sank into the water, and as if they had practiced it a hundred times, she came down perfectly aligned. Her head went back, Jason burying his face against her delicate neck, both crying out as Yukiko was deliciously impaled on his hardness. 

Jason couldn't believe it; never, never had he felt a pussy both so tight and so welcoming. He stretched her wide and speared deep and yet she took him with no hesitation, no pain in her rising, triumphal shout as he thrust up and past her innermost barriers to her very womb. Her walls clung to him with greed, yet he moved with ease. Her body was cold against him as she shuddered and writhed, yet her sex was like a volcano's depths. 

They kissed then, hard and fierce, teeth almost smashing as their lips spoke of the incredible feelings, the joining, the raging joy that seared them both. The kiss parted and Yukiko's mouth dipped to rest against his ear, her breath sweet and her words soaked with happy want. "So full, Jason-san, like never before in my life. Don't hesitate, don't hold back, fuck me, stretch me, ravage me with all your strength!" 

"Fuck, yes, baby! Give that little slut all the big American cock she can take!" Jason's screwed shut eyes flew open as he heard CC call out. He shifted his head and saw her clearly, despite the wall that was supposed to be between the sections of the bath. The big breasted American woman was on all fours near where the barrier should be, water droplets sliding down her shining skin, her magnificent mountains swelling as she breathed, her hair dark with dampness, and her eyes bright as she looked right at him. "God, you look so hot! Don't they, Shigeo-sama?" 

"So they do, but no more than you, CC-san." The smiling innkeeper was on his knees behind the American woman, his hands caressing her ass as Jason watched; his position leaving no doubt that he was sheathed to the hilt in the other man's wife. He drew his hips back and the buxom white women let out a hissing breath, "Your woman is a great fuck, Kalt-san." 




Holidays at the Hot Springs



A proud smirk bloomed on Jason's face, the beard giving it an almost sinister look, "So's yours, Shigeo-san." Yukiko let out an adorable yelp as he lifted her up beneath the water, drawing his dick out of her, and then sank her slowly back down. 

"God! Quit talking and fuck us already, both of you," CC groaned. "Come ooon, we need it!" 

"Hai, onegai," Yukiko insisted. Both women then let out whimpering moans that were identical save for pitch as their lovers complied. 

CC bit her lower lip as she felt the lean Japanese man lean over her, his hands sliding up her sides and beneath her to take hold of her jugs and squeeze them hard as he began to hammer his hips back and forth, plunging his cock into her again and again. "Fuck! Yes! Ahh, do it, Shigeo-sama! Fuck me, right in front of my husband! Fuck me like a God damn whore for her pimp's viewing pleasure!" She lowered her head and then looked up to catch Jason's eyes; feeling a surge of guilty, dark enjoyment as she saw his eyes as she was taken so fully by another man. "Like it, baby? Like, hnn, seeing me fucked by another man? A God damn stranger pounding your wife's hot pussy?" 

"Love it," he growled back. God damn, she was so sexy right now! His cock pulsed and twitched in Yukiko and the Japanese maid let out a soft whine as she felt the movement rippled further pleasure through her. "Such a fucking slut, babe, and you look so damn hot!" He was thrusting up into Yukiko, bouncing her up and down in his lap as she rode his cock, her legs gripping him tightly. "Ahh, Yukiko-san, you feel fucking fantastic! Tightest pussy I've ever had!" 

"Kya, ahh," she gasped in response, "O-of course, Jason-san, I'm, mm, not a slut like your wife, so, ahh! I'm still, ahhn, tight!" 

"Coy little bitch," CC laughed. "Look, fuck, yes! Look at you riding my husband's dick and saying you're not a slut! You were begging him to fuck you with your flirting all, uhh, all through dinner, and then you came out into his bath just to be reamed out by hot, hard, American dick!" She was beaming, her body rocking forward with each of Shigeo's thrusts, her enormous tits jiggling in his grasp. "Don't pretend, you little tramp!" 

Words ceased for a time then, the two couples focusing on their actions instead. Wet, warm, low moans, grunts, and gasps filled the wooden boundaries of the bath, blending with the slapping of flesh as Shigeo slammed into CC, the squishing slurp of her pussy surrendering to his rod, the lapping of water against Jason and Yukiko as she rode his thick pillar. They seemed to find a natural pace together; an initially steady bucking of hips that grew increasing fast, ever harder.

Yukiko's pert tits bounced each time she was hurled upward, the mighty American prick in her leaving a gaping emptiness as it almost fully drew out of her passage and then stuffing her so fully she felt the head would start pounding on her sternum when she came back down and buried it inside her once more. This was impossible! This human was giving her the fucking of her life! It had never felt like this! He was so big! He was so deep in her, his cock opening her in new ways, touching places of her never explored before! She wailed and her fingers dug into his shoulder as she felt an explosion in her core; rocking and spasming in his clutches as she came on his cock to her own delighted shock. So quickly? Impossible! 

Shigeo's grunts were mingled with soft laughter and cooing noises as he fucked the American whore like a good bitch. She was tighter than he expected, which he loved, and her depths were the hottest he'd ever felt, like he might melt into her! He growled and moaned, nipping her right earlobe. Her cunt seemed to pull him in, welcoming him as he speared into her. Too long, it had been far too long since he'd mounted a vixen like this and made her howl! His control was slipping, he could feel it, but he didn't care. He'd fuck her, he'd breed her like his bitch, and to hell with the consequences! 

CC loved this; it was a fantasy come true. Being taken from behind like a whore while her husband not only watched, but fucked some trollop's brains out! Shigeo's dick thrust deep into her, her pussy hugging his member as it violated her in the best way and his hands were warm and strong on her tits, mauling them as he plowed her. God, it was so fucking good! She heard him growl again, deeper than before, and felt his cock suddenly shift inside her, almost like it was...growing? Longer, but thinner at the end, almost pointed..fuck, she must be imagining things, being fucked silly! She opened her mouth to speak and then gasped as tiny motes of pain burst at ten points, five on each breast, his fingernails suddenly digging into her. It didn't take away from her pleasure, only added to it! "God! Grab those tits hard, Shigeo-sama! Fuck, love how you're pounding me, fucking like a God damned animal! Ahh, FUCK!" She lowered her head and let out a shrieking cry as she felt herself clench down on the dick invading her and fresh wetness gush from her, pleasure blasting any worries, all thoughts away as she writhed and her fingers clawed at the stone. 

Jason's smile was toothy and savage bliss. Everything that happened just made all of this better and better! CC and Shigeo together, hearing her cry out and cuss, seeing that tight expression on her face and knowing it meant she was cumming on the fox-faced man's dick! And Yukiko had taken over their pace, riding him harder and faster than ever, whimpering and breathing in ragged, gasps. Her pussy was slick and he lanced into her with ease but she'd never loosened; a tight sleeve of hot silky glory wrapping and squeezing him, almost seeming to pump his shaft with her walls. "Such a hot little fuck, Yukiko-san," he purred. "Cumming on a gaijin's dick with everyone watching you!" He felt her cunt clutch at him harder and his grin widened, knowing he'd hit on a kink of hers. "Seeing you take this big cock all the way inside, right into your belly, seeing you loving every fucking second of it! You were so pure and sweet, so pristine, and now we all know you're a dick hungry harlot!" 

"Nn," she agreed, "A snowy whore! Not taking, begging, to be fucked by a man! A foreign man!" Yukiko's arms encircled his shoulders and she squeezed with surprising strength, almost blasting the breath out of him, "Kyaaa! Agaaaain!" She trembled like a last leaf of fall clinging to a branch in a blizzard and he felt her walls rippling and squeezing, clutching and stroking. "Masaka, impossible," she whined. "Jason-san, more, onegai, I want, need, your essence, your cum, please, please, give it to me!" 

It was like her words pushed him off a cliff. Jason felt sudden tightness in his balls, heavy and tense like the bent limb of a catapult. "Fuck! Take it, Yukiko-san! Every last drop of my jizz in your fucking womb!" He threw his head back and let out a growling grunt and drove his cock as deep into her as he could. His manhood throbbed in her and pulsed and the first jets of his heavy, thick semen fired into her. "Ahh! Guh! All yours! All for you," he chanted, each word bringing a fresh spurt of his seed to splatter and paint her innermost walls. 

Shigeo howled, actually howled like a damn dog, and CC cried out, "Ohhhh, fuck, YES!" She felt his cock quiver against her walls and a moment later hot, ridiculously hot, wet greasy cum was running into her. It felt SO fucking good! God, she loved a cock cumming in her! Best feeling EVER! Even if this felt different than ever before in a way; his jizz was thinner, somehow, and it seemed to flow into her rather than blast in gouts. "Yes, yesss, fuck, give me all that cum, Shigeo-sama, every last drop, want it aaaall!" 

Jason cradled Yukiko to her, her breathing having quickened almost to hyperventilating, his cock seeming to swell and roll one more package of sperm into her belly. "Oh...ohhh, fuck, Yukiko, baby doll. That...that was amazing." He kissed her cheek and then raised his eyes to find CC; he had to see her face now. Their eyes locked and he smiled, his gaze full of love and lust. She was almost glowing with sensual satiation and pride. His wife; God, he never loved or wanted her more! 

Then he looked past her and blinked. That was...what the fuck? Shigeo was sitting back and groaning softly as his cock slid out of CC's spunk flooded channel but the charming host had changed since Jason last looked at him. His face was even thinner and more vulpine than before and his hair had lengthened enough to fully hide his ears as well as paled to a greyish white; ears were visible near the top of his head but they were pointed fox's ears! Behind him there were three fluffy, swishing brushes of white fur that were wagging contentedly. "Tails," he whispered, feeling suddenly and deeply weak. Yukiko sighed against his neck and her breath was like a cold wind all of a sudden. 

CC was panting and smiling broadly...at least until she saw Jason stiffen and his face go tense. Oh, shit. He wasn't having second thoughts, was he? "Baby? Jason? You're not...you're not upset, are you?" He didn't respond, murmuring something she couldn't hear. She shifted forward, shivering and cooing as she felt jizz slip out of her and run down her thighs, moving to sit on her calves. The newlywed woman turned her head to follow his line of vision and then saw Shigeo. "What the hell?" He had fox ears! And tails! And his fingernails were claws now! And...and his dick had changed shape and it was kind of reddish! 

She felt as if cold water had been poured over her head; the memory of their near miss with the fox played in her mind's eye. White furry pointed ears and a long, fluffy tail, just like Shigeo's. "Oh, my God. Oh, my God, you...you're...kitsune!" 

Shigeo looked a bit sheepish and shrugged, one hand rubbing at the back of his neck. "Ara, well, saying I'm not would be a little pointless, I guess. Sorry! I lost it a little there, CC-san, you're just that good of a lay!" 

Jason's heart was pounding and he felt cold. Not from shock entirely, but literally cold, the chill seeping out from Yukiko to him. "He's a fox but...Yukiko-san, you're," he started, then the truth hit him and his face paled. "Oh, shit." Perfect white skin and always cold, never letting him see her feet...since she didn't have feet, just legs that ended in mist. Never letting their eyes meet, since they would terrify him with the knowledge that what he was looking at wasn't human. The weakness he was feeling, so much more what normally happened right after he came, from her feeding on his life, or rather the life contained in his sperm. "Yuki-onna, the snow woman." 

She sighed and straightened up in his lap. "Don't hate me, Jason-san. Mooshiwake arimasen, I'm sorry we tricked you." 

He felt frozen in place. The snow women...the men who laid with them died. And he felt weaker still, light headed. Jason blinked owlishly, "Ce..Cecilia, don't hurt her, I beg you." 

He fell back into the bath with a splash and Yukiko let out a startled yelp. "Ah! Did I take too much? Jason-san, wake up!" 

"Jason!" Cecilia got to her feet, "What did you do, you frosty bitch? I'll-" Then Shigeo waved a hand and she felt heavy, sagging slowly back down to her knees, "Don't...do this, please..." She gently rolled onto her side, her head thumping softly on the stone, sound asleep. 

Shigeo shook his head as he watched Yukiko lifting Jason out of the bath as though he weighed as little as a child and set him down on the side of the pool. "Yare, yare...well, we'll have to hope they don't hold it against us when they wake up!" 

The wind's howl was muted but still strong enough to rattle not only the wood and paper windows of the room but the sturdy shutters beyond. Despite the sound promising bone cutting cold, Jason felt warm. He dimly came to awareness, lying on a thin but soft futon mattress with a thick blanket over him, his head resting on a narrow cylindrical pillow. He lay on his right side, facing the windows, and it was the thin beam of snow reflected sunlight that speared through in spite of the shutters and the paper blocking and diffusing to lie across his face. A familiar soft, sweet warmth was against his back; luscious pressure against his shoulder blades from his wife's prodigious assets being mashed to him. One of her small arms was about him, her hand resting on his stomach, the band of her wedding ring notably cool contrasted against the heat of their bodies. 

The room was a traditional ryokan style with tasteful cultural objects in the alcoves and scrolls on the walls. The tatami mats' fresh smell filled his nose and soothed, even as the warmth did, urging him back to sleep as his waking mind fumbled to alertness. Something in the back of his head pushed at him to wake, not to just sink back into slumber with his bride, that something had happened and needed to be addressed. 

He felt Cecilia tense behind him and her hand suddenly flexed and then moved over his chest, the busty woman drawing in a sharp breath, as if to check if he were wholly solid. "Babe?" Her voice was thick not only with shaking off the drowsiness of first waking but with worry as well. Why was she worried? What had-

They both rolled onto their backs and sat up, Cecilia clutching the blanket to her chest though Jason let it fall from him to let the cooler air of the room help shock him to wakefulness. Their heads turned to one another, eyes meeting, and he knew that the events of the last day and night were flashing through her mind as well. He spread his arms and she flew into them, her own sliding around his neck and hugging her to him as he embraced her. They hugged in silence before their lips met in a sweet, grateful kiss. 

Cecilia kissed his neck and shifted back just enough to look up at him but still hold and be held. "Babe, I...I don't even know where to start. You're okay?" 

"Yeah," he answered. After a moment, he nodded, "Yeah, I feel fine." 

"I was so worried when you fell back like that." She sighed. "God, that was all real, wasn't it?" 

"I hope so." Jason smiled a little as she raised an eyebrow, "I mean, before the whole fox spirit, snow woman thing it was the most amazing sexual experience we've ever had. Which is saying something, arrogant as that sounds." 

She smirked and laughed softly, "Yeah, you're all right. And it was." The dye job blond looked around. "I guess they brought us back to bed. So...what now?" 

"Good question." Jason shook his head. "In most of the stories about foxes, they leave once they're discovered but who knows if that means anything in this situation?" 

Before she could respond, two clear raps sounded on the sliding door to their chamber. The two newlyweds exchanged looks and then both released each other and rolled away, standing. Cecilia grabbed a pair of yukata out of the closet, throwing one to Jason as she slid the other on; this garment even smaller than the one last night and showing a disgracefully glorious expanse of lush flesh. She cinched the robe closed with the cloth belt as best she could and then nodded to her husband. 

Jason stepped to the door and slid it open. Shigeo and Yukiko were kneeling in the hallway in front of the door. The older man, God only knew how much older if he was a fox spirit, looked as he had at the close of last night's mini-orgy. His hair was white and the fox's ears atop his head were drooped and three bushy tails stuck out from the back of his robe, low between his legs. He was not smiling; his fox face composed and regretful. Yukiko was again in a more formal kimono, her feetless legs hidden in the long hem of the garment, her snow white beauty perfect and pristine. Her eyes were downcast and her lovely face was soft and worried. In front of them was a covered tray from which the smell of food was faintly wafting. 

He felt Cecilia coming up behind him, peering around her husband to see the Japanese supernatural beings. Not sure what to say, Jason inclined his head, "Good morning?" 

Apparently taking that as a signal, Shigeo and Yukiko both bowed low, hands pressed to the floor. "We are very sorry if the truth of what we are scared you last night," the delicate young looking woman said, "We meant no harm to you. I am sorry too, for taking a little too much of Jason-san's strength. I felt so good, I was carried away." 

"I meant only to repay you," Shigeo picked up, "for not hitting me on the road, even though it made you almost hit the mountainside. You spared my life at risk to your own. So I called in a few favors and had the storm whipped up so you could have a good night as my secret thanks." They straightened up and the kitsune looked a little shamefaced. "But I got carried away too; you were both young and attractive and, well, we foxes are a bit lusty and like to play games..." 

"And snow women too," Yukiko added with a blush, "even redeemed ones like myself." 

They both bowed again. "Please, forgive us our tricks and frightening you," Shigeo asked. "We hope you enjoyed last night as much as we did. We will understand if you wish to go, but we hope that we can part on good terms." 

Jason was silent. He appreciated the apology a lot. Cecilia put an arm around his waist and gave him a one armed hug. "I'm okay with it if you are, babe." 

The bearded American chuckled and sighed, "Shigeo-san, Yukiko-san, thank you." Shigeo's ears twitched. "We did have a fantastic night, even if the end wasn't exactly what we had in mind, and you are both giving hosts-"

"Very giving," Cecilia quipped with a grin.

"So don't worry about it," Jason went on. "We aren't angry or anything. I'd like it if we can be friends, and after last night, well...I think we're all a little more than that, aren't we?" 

The Japanese straightened up; Shigeo's ears were upright and his vulpine smile was back, eyes narrowed once again. Yukiko was smiling as well, human looking inhuman eyes shining. "Thank you, Kalt-san, CC-san. I'm glad. Inari-dono would be upset with me if I paid you back for my life by scaring you so." 

Yukiko presented the tray, "We brought breakfast for you to enjoy. If you wish to eat and watch the mountains, the wind won't come in and make you cold. He and I are old friends, so he'll just make some noise and try to make things scenic." She pursed her lips, "Also..." 

"Still playing so innocent, Cecilia teased. "Also what?" 

"Well, Shigeo shrugged, "We were wondering if you'd stay with us a few more days or go on your way today. It's completely up to you, though if you stayed, we'd be glad to show you all kinds of secret places up here that humans don't know about at all." 

"And we'd make you feel very welcome," Yukiko supplied, biting her lower lip coyly. 

"Not to mention New Year's is only a few days away!" The kitsune nodded. "We're having the usual party for a number of our friends and the most pleasant local spirits. You know, it's been ages since we had any humans join us and I'm sure they'd be thrilled to meet you..." 

Jason and Cecilia exchanged a look. She grinned and looked at him arching an eyebrow, "Do they like to have a good time the way you two do?" 

"Oh, yes," Yukiko nodded. 

"Just like we all did last night," Jason asked, "Only with more people?" 

Shigeo's grin widened. 

The couple looked at one another. Cecilia tilted her head to one side and winked. Jason nodded. Who could say no to that? "Well, it'll be a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. The kami bless us, everyone."



Holidays in the Sun



Lucy and Effie were on holiday together, in a resort-town, near the sea, their one break from work and life and endless winter rain. They'd been planning the trip for months, sitting in trains on overcast days on the way to jobs they didn't really like, and now they were here, for a week, and all the saving and organizing almost seemed worthwhile.

It did for the first few days, at least. 

After that, the holiday started to seem more just hangovers and bars and waking up in the middle of the morning, too hot from all the sun, like most holidays did once they were actually there. It started to seem like Effie complaining that they needed to do something else, and Lucy wanting to agree with her, except she was pretty sure that what Effie meant was she wanted a lot of sex, and Lucy did too, she really wanted sex, a holiday fling, just she didn't know how to get it. Not like Effie did, anyway, not single-mindedly like Effie, and not as confidently with the part about making it happen.

So they kept going back to the beach, because that was where all the holidaymakers were, which really meant a bar near the beach, about as close to the actual sand as they ever got. 

On their fourth day there, though, they picked up two guys, and then things started seeming better. 

They picked up two guys, another pair, picked up as a pair. They drank together for a while in the afternoon, and all seemed to be having fun, so when Effie suggested going back to Lucy and Effie's motel room, they all did.

The motel was a bit run down, and a couple of blocks back from the water, but it was the best they could afford and still have a place with actual separate bedrooms. Lucy had wanted separate rooms, because the whole plan for the week had been to score as much as possible, even though it really hadn't happened.

But now she had. And she was having sex. And like the holiday itself, it wasn't really all that she'd hoped it would be.

She was lying on her back, on the bed, watching the face of the guy above her, trying to decide if this was all worth it. The planning and expense and being here, going through all this, just to get a little oral and a stranger's cock inside her for a few minutes.

She wasn't sure it was.

The motel room's walls were thin. She could hear sex noises through the wall. She could hear clearly enough to make out voices, and what was said, and what Effie wanted done to her. And the little gasps and squelches as it was.

Effie was confident. She was sure of herself. She said what she wanted, and usually got it, and then boasted about it afterwards. Lucy envied that because she'd never been able to. Lucy was lying there pretending not to listen, almost embarrassed she was here, while Effie was demanding she be fucked exactly as she wanted to be.

Lucy wasn't sure why that upset her sometimes, but it did.

Through the wall Lucy heard Effie whispering, heard her and the guy talking softly, seriously, even while they kept fucking. Lucy assumed they were negotiating something kinky, that Effie was being talked into bondage or anal, or maybe Effie was talking the guy into it.

Lucy tried not to listen. She didn't want to know. 

She thought about something else.

Like the guy above her. 

Like how long he planned to last. 

However long it was, it probably wasn't going to be long enough for her, with the mood she was in right now.

She almost didn't care.

The sex noises in the next room suddenly stopped. Lucy was so relieved she almost got interested in sex again. 

Almost, but then Effie tapped on the bedroom door. Tapped, and just opened it, without waiting for Lucy to answer.

"Hey," Lucy said. "Fuck."

She was lying there naked, under a man, and was a bit shocked Effie had just done that.

No-one else seemed to think there was anything wrong, though. The guy stopped moving, was still inside Lucy, was grinning at Effie like a smarmy show-off, proud of where he his cock was, waiting to see what Effie wanted. Effie was just standing in the doorway, looking back at him like nothing was wrong, wearing nothing except a sheet. 

Mostly wearing a sheet, some of a sheet, only wearing it just enough to be covered.

Lucy wasn't wearing anything, and she started to blush. She wasn't sure why. She was covered by the guy, especially once she'd moved her hands a bit, but all the same, she didn't want people seeing her only wearing a man.

"What?" she said, annoyed.

"Calm down, dude," Effie said.

"Don't just open the door."

"I knew you were in here," Effie said, like that made sense. Like the only reason to knock on doors was to see if people were inside.

Effie was just standing there, with her side and one of her legs pretty much bare. The guy was looking at her, and she was looking back at him. She was perving at a man who was still inside Lucy, and he was perving back. He'd stopped moving now. He wasn't actually having sex with Lucy any more, but he was still inside her. And he was checking out Effie. 

It was sort of rude.

"What do you want?" Lucy said to Effie. "Seriously?"

"Oh yeah," Effie said. "We just wondered. Would you guys be into swapping around?"

Lucy looked at her, and didn't know what to say. She had no idea what you were even meant to say, when someone suggested that.

"It's just that this is a one-nighter," Effie said. "Yeah?" 

Lucy couldn't bring herself to admit that while she was still doing it. The guy above her nodded.

"So all casual and shit," Effie said. "No fuss, no complications. No-one is going to get upset by anything later. No-one's falling in love."

Silence. Lucy was still startled. The guy, she thought, was thinking about it. Thinking about it, in between staring at Effie's legs.

"So the thing is," Effie said. "No-one cares who's in which room, right?"

Lucy didn't answer. It was probably true, but she didn't want to say it.

"And it's not like we spent ages picking which of them we wanted, did we?" Effie said to Lucy.

Lucy opened her mouth, but still couldn't think what to say. Yes was pretty rude to the guy above her.

"And you didn't either, did you?" Effie said to the guy.

He shook his head.

"So not being impolite and shit. Not saying anyone's not good enough. But it seems like something we could try."

Silence.

"That's all," Effie said. "Sorry to barge in. We just wondered."

Still silence.

"Um?" Effie said. "Luce?"

Lucy was still too stunned to think. She looked up at the guy, back at Effie. "You're serious?" she said to Effie. "This isn't a joke?"

"I'm serious."

"Oh."

"So do you want to? Swap around?"

"I don't know," Lucy said.

"Come on. Different men on the same night. It's kind of hot, don't you think?"

Lucy didn't answer.

"He thinks it is," Effie said, and looked at the guy, and grinned at him. Grinned at him, and Lucy too, being Effie, being all clever and confident.

Lucy looked up at the guy. He did look like he wanted to. Like he was into kinky, or into Effie, one or the other. He was grinning too much, all full of himself because this was being talked about. Then, while as Lucy watched him, he seemed to suddenly remember where he was. Where a part of him was. Right then, as she watched, he changed his face and made himself stop smirking. 

"Do you?" Lucy said to him, thinking she should ask because Effie probably wasn't going to. Not now she'd decided. Not now she'd talked the other guy into doing what she wanted. Which explained the whispering next door, Lucy suddenly realized. That was what had been going on. 

"Do you want to try this?" Lucy said to the guy. "Are you interested?"

"Yeah," he said, pretending casual. "Sure. But only if you want to. No big deal."

That was obviously a lie. He was harder now, inside Lucy, just from thinking about it. She could feel him harder, feel his breathing different against her chest because he was more turned on. He was looking over at Effie too, all pleased and happy, the way you looked at someone you'd already pulled, someone you were about to fuck. Not how you looked at your pickup's friend who was actually with your mate.

Lucy still wasn't sure. "You really want this?" she said to Effie, stalling.

"I really do."

"And him? In your room?" Lucy couldn't remember his name. "He does too?"

Effie nodded.

Lucy thought. About what Effie was suggesting. And whether this was a terrible idea. She supposed it might actually be fun.

Effie was right that they didn't know these guys, and wouldn't care in a couple of days what had happened with them.

She cared so little she couldn't remember their names. Not Effie's one's name, and now she thought about it, she couldn't remember her one's name either. She'd always been bad with names, but still. That seemed wrong. Fucking someone whose name you hadn't bothered to remember, that seemed wrong.

Almost as wrong as what they were talking about doing.

Suddenly, that idea, that comparison, made Lucy feel better. As if fucking one person whose name you didn't know was only a small step from fucking two of them at once, and your best friend. 

Because she supposed that was what they were talking about, now she thought this through. An orgy. A fourway.

She decided she ought to make sure.

"So what," Lucy said. "Like an orgy? All of us?"

"Nah," Effie said. "They apparently can't fuck in the same room."

"What?"

"They don't want to be in the same room with each other's cocks," Effie said. "Apparently. So just swapping."

Lucy looked up at the guy on top of her. Effie was looking at him too. Judging him, almost.

"Seriously?" Lucy said, curious enough she forgot to be embarrassed.

He shrugged.

"You won't," Lucy said. "Even if her and me want all of us to?"

"I'd rather not."

"And your friend?"

"Probably not either."

Lucy was surprised. Not so surprised it distracted her, but it was kind of funny. 

"Okay," she said. "So that's weird. But do you want to, one on one? Like swapping in the different rooms?"

He shrugged again, but that shrug wasn't reluctant, and neither was his grin. He was being polite again, not wanting to agree too enthusiastically, right away. Like he'd suddenly decided he ought to be talked out of Lucy's pussy, and not just run away. 

Which was nice.

Lucy suddenly quite liked him for that little bit of politeness. 

He was being polite, when he obviously wanted to go and fuck Effie right away.

She decided to make it easy for him.

"So do you?" she said. "Just tell me."

He nodded. "Yeah."

Lucy looked at Effie, and saw her grinning. She looked at the guy, still politely waiting. She thought for a moment, then decided Effie was completely right, and it might be fun, and she didn't have anything to lose. She didn't know these two guys, and she'd never see them again, and it was actually quite a hot idea. Two men, one after the other.

"Yeah," Lucy said. "All right, why not."

Effie smiled, pleased. "Come on," she called into the other room. "She's up for it."

The bed through the wall creaked, and the other guy appeared beside Effie, in Lucy's doorway. He squeezed past Effie, into the room. 

"Hey," Effie said. "Manners."

She was teasing, joking around, and the guy understood. He kissed her for a moment, kissed her and stuck his hand under the sheet so Effie gasped, then let her go and came over to Lucy, on the bed.

"Hi," he said.

Lucy had no idea what to say. The other guy was still on top of her.

"Go," she whispered to him, and Effie beckoned too. Beckoned, and kind of flashed her sheet open at him, so he jumped up. Got up in too much of a hurry, really, rudely fast, so Lucy gasped as he left her suddenly startlingly empty, and was a bit offended at his haste as well.

He went over to Effie, and that left Lucy bare.

Bare, but now the other guy was just standing there with a hard-on, and Lucy was about to fuck him, so she decided not to care.

Effie and the first guy left, kissing as they went. Lucy looked at the other one, her new one, and decided he had the right idea. "Um, hi," she said. "Again."

She wanted to giggle. Or something. 

Giggle or scream or flush with embarrassment so hard she burst.

She was lying naked on a bed, still pretty sprawled from having sex, still probably wet, and smelling like sex, and sweaty, and he was standing there with a hard-on, and neither of them seemed to know what to do.

So Lucy decided to me more like Effie, and get thing started.

"Um, come on," she said. "Get to it. Hop on. All the prep work's done for you, I guess."

He grinned at that, and got onto to the bed. He had a hard-on, was set to go, and Lucy had expected him to just fuck her. Instead he bent over and started eating her out.

"I said the work's done," she said, breathlessly.

"It's cool," he said, into her.

Lucy shrugged. "Okay then."

"Your friend said you might need some head," the guy said.

Lucy opened her eyes. "She said what?"

"She said she didn't think you got enough. Because you don't ask. So I should make sure I did."

"Oh," Lucy said, not sure if she ought to be offended. "Um, okay. So go ahead then."

"Yep," the guy said. "I am." He and moved a little, got comfortable, spreading her open and moved her leg so he could reach, and went back to lapping.

A bit later, still thinking too much about being more bossy, Lucy said, "I want to get on top later, okay?"

A mumbled yes.

"When we fuck. I want to be on top."

"That's cool."

"But do that a bit more first, okay?"

The guy looked up, and grinned, and said, "Sure."

"Okay."

Lucy lay back, and let him lick her. And wondered why she'd never been demanding before.

A bit later they fucked, and she got on top, and told him where to put his hands, and she actually felt quite proud of herself. They guy didn't seem to mind either. He kept grinning at her, like her bossiness was funny. Like it was good she was finding out about this side of herself with him, and he got to watch.

A little after that, Effie knocked on the door again. Lucy had forgotten to listen through the wall, now she was having fun. She assumed the knock was because Effie wanted to swap back, so she shouted, "Not now." 

She was still on top, and had been fucking hard, was sweaty and breathless and flushed with happiness, and she really didn't want to stop right then.

Effie came in anyway.

"Fuck," Lucy said. "Dude."

She stopped, and let go of the bed-end, and sat with her arms folded over her chest, trying not to think about how much of her tummy was bare right then.

Effie was grinning.

"You really have to fucking stop that," Lucy said. "Please."

"Seriously? That, right now?"

"Yeah right now."

Effie shrugged.

"What do you want?" Lucy said.

"Oh yeah. I just kind of wondered. You and me, we're okay with each other's bits in the room together, right?"

Lucy looked at her. Naked. Not in a sheet, this time. While Lucy was naked too. "I guess," Lucy said, because obviously they were.

"So it wouldn't bother you if I was in here too?"

"I suppose not."

"Helping?" 

Lucy looked at her. "What does that mean?"

"Want to work as a team?"

"You and me?"

"Yeah," Effie said. "They won't fuck with each other in the room, but that doesn't mean we can't."

Lucy sat there for a moment. She felt the cock inside her move, a little twitch of interest like she'd felt earlier, from the other guy, when conversations like this got started in front of him. She ignored it, and concentrated on Effie.

"What?" she said to Effie. "You want to join in, in here?"

"If you don't mind."

Lucy looked down at the guy underneath her and decided there wasn't any point even asking.

She looked back at Effie. "Not us fucking though, right? Not you and me. Just taking turns. So not a threeway?"

Effie shrugged. "Whatever."

"You do want a threeway?"

"Whatever you want."

"Oh," Lucy said, and thought about that. 

"Only if you want," Effie said quickly.

"What about him?" Lucy said, and pointed to the wall.

"He came."

"Already?"

Effie shrugged.

"So that's why you're here," Lucy said. 

"No, I..."

Lucy grinned, a bit smug. "I'd kind of wondered if he might. Like, too soon."

"He did."

The guy underneath her seemed to be trying not to listen. 

"He said he'd be okay later," Effie said. "So if we both do this one, and go back in there later with him."

Lucy wondered if they should be talking about the guys in quite that way. Quite so interchangeably, right in front of them. Although the one underneath her didn't seem to care. He was listening carefully, and didn't seem to care about anything much except her and Effie talking themselves into it.

"Only if you want to?" Effie said.

Lucy thought carefully. "You won't get all weird about this tomorrow?" she said.

"Nope. Will you?"

Lucy shook her head. "I don't think so."

"So you're in?" Effie said, looking really pleased.

"Yeah," Lucy said. "All right. Come on."

Effie walked over to the bed, looking at Lucy. Looking at her in a way she never had before.

"I'm not fucking you, though," Lucy said quickly. "You perve. Not you by yourself. Just both of you at once."

"Yeah," Effie said, seeming a bit too pleased and a bit too smug. "Of course."

"I mean it."

"Me too. I don't want to fuck you either."

Lucy looked at Effie. She seemed to be telling the truth, but Lucy wasn't sure.

"Maybe..." the guy said.

"Shut up," Lucy and Effie both said together.

They kept looking at each other. 

"Maybe a little," Effie said.

"A little what?"

Effie didn't answer.

"What?" Lucy said, half teasing. She liked this. Effie was uncomfortable now, Lucy was taking charge. Deciding things. She had some power she never had before, sitting here across a man, with Effie all kinky and desperate. 

"I want to a little," Effie said. "Yeah."

"Fuck me?"

Effie shrugged.

"Just a little?" Lucy said.

The guy grinned. Lucy put her hand over his face, so she couldn't see his expression.

"Yeah," Effie said, a bit nervous. "But only if you do."

"No."

Effie nodded. "Okay. Then we don't."

"Yeah right," Lucy said. She knew Effie, and how she was pushy and demanding.

"I promise," Effie said.

"You don't mean that."

"Yeah I do," Effie said, firmly, but as Lucy half expected, she didn't completely mean it.

She did at the start, and carefully stayed away from Lucy at first. She kissed the guy while Lucy fucked him, and touched his chest. But then, after a while, she said she wanted something too, and she looked at Lucy and the guy.

"Not me," Lucy said, so for a while the guy fingered Effie. 

Then Effie put Lucy's hand on her tit, and then she wanted the guy to move and lick her, and then, later, she kept trying to take his cock out of Lucy and suck it, while it was still all shiny and wet from Lucy.

And from there she just started eating Lucy out, and Lucy, not completely unsurprised, said, "You're such a liar."

"I know," Effie said, like she didn't really care.

"You are," Lucy said.

"Stop talking," Effie said.

"I'm not doing you."

"Don't care. Someone will."

Lucy supposed that was all she could really ask for. And Effie was good. She gave head pretty well, better than either of the guys.

They all fucked each other, but mostly the guys fucked Effie, or went down on her, while she kept eating Lucy out. Even though that didn't seem completely fair to Lucy, since Lucy was only getting, and Effie was doing most of the work, Lucy decided Effie had started it, so it was her problem if she got worn out.

Lucy was still a little worried about what all this meant. She wasn't completely sure what to make of this new side to Effie, but halfway through the evening, in a quiet moment when they were having a rest, and Lucy and Effie had gone out to the main room to get water, Effie looked at Lucy all grave and serious and said, "Don't worry, it's just tonight, okay? Not tomorrow, and it really doesn't mean anything."




Holidays in the Sun



"You and me?"

Effie nodded. "I promise."

Lucy stood there for a moment, thinking.

"I really promise," Effie said.

"You said that before."

"This time I mean it. And you know I do."

Lucy nodded, and decided to believe her. Effie was like that. She told you if she was lying to you, if you asked, and she promise she wasn't and mean it if you asked her that too. If Effie was telling the truth about this being okay tomorrow, Lucy decided, then that made it okay to keep going.

So okay that a little later she tried going down on Effie too, and it turned out she quite enjoyed it.

She enjoyed it, and Effie's moans, and the feel of Effie in her mouth, and the two guys really enjoyed watching them. So much so that Lucy got to watch a man jerk himself off for the first time, which she'd never seen before and was a little curious about. 

And the next day, when the guys had left, Effie really did seem okay about everything. It had just been sex, she said. Nothing more. A nice thing to do on holiday. 

It was a nice thing to do, Lucy thought. Not necessarily any other time, but right then, away from home, with three people in a bed, taking turns with each other, taking turns being the centre of attention, it was good, and fun, and she was glad they had.

Especially since she'd got her sex, and actually asked for what she wanted, and she'd bossed Effie around a little too.



Holidays With Aunt Helen



Episode 1: Arrival

As usual Jenny has gone to spend her Easter holidays at her aunt Helen’s. Jenny is 18 and is a pretty dark haired girl with a tanned complexion brown eyes and lovely full lips. She has a lovely figure. Although still a teen she has firm round 34C boobs a full figure and curvy bottom and shapely legs. She is 5’2”.

Jenny’s aunt Helen is a brown haired 30 year old. She works in media consultancy and is quite well off. She has a lovely large flat in Manchester. She and Jenny have always been close and they love to spend time together. Helen is Jenny’s dad’s sister.


It is Friday evening when jenny arrives by train from Bristol and Helen is there to meet her. Jenny runs to greet her aunt and they embrace and talk excitedly about family and their plans for the two weeks ahead. They make their way home and as they talk in the car Helen can’t help but notice how grown up Jenny has become since the previous Easter. Her hair is different too. It has been cut a little shorter, and although still shoulder length is now much more womanly, making her look a lot sexier.

When they arrive home Jenny removes her coat and Helen sees for the first time how much fuller and curvier her figure has become. Her boobs are full and proud and her bum and waist give her a definite hourglass look. Helen isn’t a lesbian, nor is she even really bisexual. She has had flings with a few women, including one very ‘down and dirty’ week in Spain with an ex-boss. She still blushes at the thought of some of the things they did together.

But she finds herself looking at Jenny sexually for the first time. Her gaze lingers on the her boobs and then on her succulent lips. She is enjoying a reverie on kissing those lips when she is suddenly aware of Jenny’s question.

‘Helen? Would you like to see it?’

‘What? Oh I’m sorry Jen, I was miles away. A work thing I forgot. But never mind, what did you ask me?

‘If you wanted to see the new Brad Pitt movie.’

‘Definitely, you know I love him.’

‘Good. We can have a good perv over him – laughs’

‘What! Young Lady. I shall tell your father.’

They go on like this while they move Jenny’s bag to her room and get her settled. Jenny is talking and talking and Helen is listening and nodding and laughing at the right places but her mind is still on the changes in Jenny. She even notices how much sexier the girl’s underwear has become. There are even thongs amongst the tiny pants she unpacks. Despite herself Helen finds herself drawn to thinking about Jenny sexually.

Eventually they say good night and Helen is soon wrapped up in bed. But she is restless and can’t get to sleep. She decides to give herself a ‘little fiddle’, as she like to call it to get to sleep. But instead of her usual fantasies over men she finds herself thinking about women and specifically of seducing Jenny. Soon she has a powerful orgasm at the though of burying her head between her young niece’s thighs. As she drifts off to sleep she chastises herself for such thoughts but consoles herself that its just fantasy.

The first few days of Jenny’s stay pass off uneventfully. The spend the weekend gossiping, going to the cinema, and watching movies. Helen has managed not to show her crush on Jenny although she has been aware of touching the girl more then she recalls. She tells herself it is all perfectly natural and innocent, but deep down she knows it is not really what she wants. So when Jenny suggests that they spend Monday evening doing manicures and pedicures Helen acts the indulgent aunt but secretly feels a little frisson of excitement at the thought of being able to touch her neice so openly.

Episode 2: Monday Night

After eating on Monday evening, the girls take turns in the bath and then dress in their night wear. Helen is wearing a cotton pyjama set with full length trousers and jacket, underneath which she wears a white vest top. Whan Jenny walks in to her bedroom Helen feels her breath catch. The girl is wearing a tiny pair of shorts and a tight vest top. She may as well be naked as Helen can see her nipples and the outline of her pussy. She has to try very hard not to stare at either as she moves around setting up the cosmetics. Jenny then sits in the chair and Helen on the edge of the bed facing her. Between them is a low table with the creams and polishes, etc they will use. They also have four Bacardi Breezers which Jenny promised she is allowed to drink and Helen agreed to them having.

They chat and drink and do each other’s nails. Helen manages to contain her mounting excitement. Then they start to work on each other’s feet and toes. Helen rolls up her pyjama legs to just below her knees. The process involves exfoliation cream and other preparations. Helen can hardly conceal her delight at having this sexy girl playing with her feet. She even wishes that she had worn panties as she feels herself getting wet and is worried that it will show.

Then it is her turn to do Jenny’s feet. As she takes the girl’s feet in her hand she wants to lick the toes and then all the way up but somehow she manages to do the pedicure. Although it probably involved much more stroking of the girl’s legs than was absolutely necessary.

Helen is really turned on now. She keeps telling herself to have a good wank later but a voice in side her head is telling her to make a move. Her head is swimming from the combination of the alcohol and the heady sexual innocence of her niece. She finds herself telling Jenny what beautiful legs she has. They are slim but shapely with just the right amount of point at the knee and very fine ankles. Her feet too are perfectly smooth and creamy with an even curve of her pretty toes.

‘My God, you’re going to drive guys wild with these pins. Wait until they see these encased in sheer nylon.

‘Nylon? I would’nt wear old fashioned nylons. They are for grannies.’

‘No way. They’re so sexy.’

‘No’

‘Really. They are so feminine. I love wearing them with a nice skirt or dress. I love how men look at my legs in them. You can see them trying to work out if they are stockings or tights. They’re really fixated on that.’

The girls laugh at this and then Helen says, ‘Have you ever worn stockings?’

‘You mean the types with the straps to hold them up?’

‘Suspenders, you mean. Yeah.’

‘Never’

‘Want to try, you’d look amazing in them. We’re a similar size, You can try mine. It’ll be fun’

‘OK’

Helen jumps up and goes to her drawer. She fishes out a set of lingerie in black satin material. She decides that it might be asking too much to offer the girl a sheer, see through set. She then gets out a pair of fine and sheer stockings and hands it all to the girl. ‘You can change here. I’ll go and get us another drink.’

She leaves Jenny in her bedroom and goes through to the kitchen and gets two more drinks from the fridge. She tells herself that she is not trying to get the teen drunk or dress her up for her pleasure but she is not really convinced that her motives are entirely without self-interest. She leaves it for several minutes then goes back to her room.

‘Are you decent? Can I come in?’

‘OK, I think so,’ Helen enters and almost gasps at the sight that greets her. Jenny is kitted out in the bra and panties and has the stockings on her legs. The sight is stunning and the girl does a little twirl and says ‘What do you think?’

‘Gorgeous, really. You look amazing. Knock out. So grown up. Come and see.’ She guides Jenny to the mirror and helps her to look at herself. Helen is aware that she is touching and stroking the young girl but relieved to see that jenny hasn’t noticed and is just talking animatedly about how nice the underwear looks and feels.

‘So do you wear this stuff a lot?’

‘Not everyday, well sometimes. But mostly for special occasions and dates when I’ve decided that they’re going to get lucky.’ Realising what she has just said to her neice, Helen tries to correct. ‘It’s just nice to feel dressed up, I mean.’ But they both laugh at what they each know she really meant. Helen then notices that Jenny has done up the suspenders with the knickers underneath. ‘Look, silly, you’ve got it wrong.’ She chastises good naturedly. ‘Let me fix you.’ With that Helen kneels down and undoes the suspenders and feeds them under the pants. ‘You see if they are like that then you can’t get your pants off if you need to pee.’

‘Or to get shagged.’ Jenny taunts.

‘I don’t know what you mean, Missy.’ As she re-fastens each one she is aware of how soft and smooth Jenny’s thighs feel and its all she can do not to kiss them. But as she is straightening the tops of the stockings her knuckle bumps the crotch of the panties.

Jenny twitches and gasps and they make eye contact. Both are embarrassed but Helen manages to say ‘I’m sorry. Did I hurt you?’

‘No. Not… Its ok, just…’

‘What?

‘Its just.. It was..you know..nice’

‘Nice was it? Would you like me to do it again?’ Without waiting for a reply Helen runs her finger along the girl’s crotch. Jenny twitches again and catches her breath. ‘Bad girl!’ Smacking her crotch. Jenny reacts again. Helen is bolder now and presses her index finger into Jen’s crotch while pinching her clit with her thumb. Jenny now moans and gasps as her knees weaken and she places a steadying hand on her aunt’s shoulder.

‘I think you’d better lie down before you fall down.’ Helen lowers Jenny to the floor and the sexy teen reclines and instinctively opens her legs. Helen keeps up and steady and rhythmic pressure on the girl’s pussy as he kneels beside her.

Jenny’s eyes are closed and she is clearly enjoying the touch. ‘Nice?’

‘Yesss’ she whispers, eyes still closed.

‘Do you do this to yourself? Helen begins to work along the edges of the panties, alternately probing with her finger tips and pressing on the teen’s sex with her flat palm. Jenny responds with heavy breathing and by moving her hips in opposition to Helen’s hand.

Helen is now laying beside Jenny her hand on the girls pussy. ‘Do you let boys do this to you?’ she whispers in her ear. Jenny just nods slowly. Her eyes are closed tight and her lips are slightly parted as she is gently biting her lower lip. ‘Do you let them put their hand inside your panties?’ Again a slow nod.

‘Would you like me to put my hand inside your panties?’ Nod.

Helen begins to work her fingers into the side of the now wet knickers. She is quite surprised at how wet the girl is and finds her fingers slide easily into her young pussy. She begins to slowly finger fuck her young niece and the girl responds by moaning and whimpering and moving her hips faster. Helen works on her pussy for some time alternating her technique to achieve the best reaction. Jenny seems to like it best when Helen just has finger tips inside her pussy and uses her thumb on her clit. It occurs to Helen that the girl is probably a virgin and not used to deep penetration.

‘Do you let the boys make love to you?’ She asks quietly.

‘No…. Just….. this …..and other…. things.’ Jenny gasps in a slow stammer. 

Helen is intrigued, ‘What other things?

Jenny doesn’t speak as Helen keeps working on her pussy but pulls her bra over her boobs and Helen gets the idea that the girl likes to have her nipples played with. Helen leans over and takes one of the proud hard points into her mouth and gently sucks on it. Jenny makes a loud groan and arches up to meet Helen’s mouth. Helen is thinking two steps ahead. If she likes this she might like oral sex so she kneels up to lean over the girl and works both nipples alternatively with her mouth as she continues to play with Jenny’s pussy.

Soon jenny is writhing before her and Helen starts to kiss down her tummy and over the suspender belt to the top of the panties. Continuing to play with her young virgin sex. Then she removes her fingers and moves to remove the panties. Jenny lets out a long moan of disappointment. ‘Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make you cum soon.’

‘Yess please make me cum. Please. I want you to.’

With that Helen slipped the soaking panties over the girl’s legs and exposed her pussy for the first time. Helen sees for the first time the dark soft hair forming an unruly triangle above the flushed lips of the highly aroused sex. Suddenly she is aware that she must be delaying because Jenny is sawing at her clit with her middle finger and panting ‘Make me cum. Make me cum. Please Helen, make me cum…’

Helen quickly removes her Pyjama jacket before bowing down to come face to face with her niece’s hot sticky pussy. She is ravenous to taste it and licks from the girl’s bum to her clit in one long hard lap. Then she closed her mouth and sucks the clit between her teeth and bites it very gently.

‘Oh …yessss….’ Jenny exclaims, so Helen knows she has it right. She continues to work and work the pussy until her tongue is probing inside and her teeth are rasping the clit and Jenny is humping and moaning on the brink of her first cum.

Without warning, Jenny doubles up and cries out in pleasure as her orgasm crashes through her. It seems to take an age and Helen watches in amazement and in envy at the power of the climax and the complete abandon with which Jenny greets it and lets it over power her. Helen can’t remember the last time she had so much trust in a partner to allow herself to be so overwhelmed and vulnerable. She is moved to embrace the girl and to kiss her passionately on the lips. Jenny responds and opens her mouth to kiss her back in the most charged, sexually erotic manner that Helen has ever experienced.

As the orgasm finally subsides and Jenny stops twitching and finally opens her eyes, the two women look at each other and kiss again. This time with the same passion but more controlled, short kisses. Their eyes reamin open and they are smiling at each other. Helen’s heart is pounding and her pussy is throbbing for attention. Helen has moved on top of her young partner and is repeatedly kissing her face and neck while gently humping her hot pussy against the girl’s thigh.

Their eyes meet and they smile at each other. Helen responds to this by sitting up and pulling off her vest top….. and her jamma bottoms. Spreading her legs towards Jenny she says ‘Oh sweet baby my pussy is on fire…'