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Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 01

By: professor98



Michael looked in the bathroom mirror. He had just turned thirty-two in January, but due to a hectic work schedule of sixty plus hours a week, he felt twice as old. Although it was Saturday, he felt compelled to go into work, at least for a couple of hours as he knew that his best friend, college buddy and partner, Jim Hutchinson would be there as he was every day. Washing his face, Michael felt his chin. He hadn’t shaved in two days but, he detected only a hint of stubble and the fact that it was the week end, he would forgo the drudgery of shaving. 

Squinting in the mirror his slightly slanted, bloodshot Irish-Japanese eyes looked like two burnt holes in a blanket. He laughed at the phrase, “two burnt holes in a blanket”, which was one of his mother’s favorite sayings. Michael was third generation Nisei as his father had been born in the United States. His grandfather came to the states from Japan, when he was eighteen before the Second World War, and fought the Nazis in Europe, from the cockpit of a P-51 mustang. He came home to his wife and two sons a war hero and a double ace.

Michael sat on the side of his bed, slipping on a pair of jeans, some white socks and Nike running shoes, happy that his Mother was in Japan with his Father and couldn’t chastise him about sitting on the bed. She would have said,

“Michael, don’t sit on the bed that way, you’ll break it.”

He had never heard from any other source; that sitting on a bed would cause it harm. While tying his shoes, he wondered if people seeing them actually thought that he ran. Running was as abhorrent to him as much as eating raw fish, maybe more so. He grabbed a t-shirt, which had been given to him by Lisa, a girl he dated for a couple of years. On the front of it was printed, 

“Pain in the Ass Club President.”

She had told him many times, “Michael you are a big pain in the ass.” To which he replied, “I guess I must be doing it wrong.”

“No you do it right. That’s one of the reasons that I’m so crazy about you.”

Michael stood in front of the open door of the refrigerator and looked for something. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, but as his stomach was growling he knew that he needed something. Grabbing a gallon container of premium orange juice from its place in the door, he shook it then unscrewed the cap. Placing it to his mouth, he tipped it back and took a long drink, first looking around to make sure nobody would see him. He could hear his mother chastising him for not using a glass also. 

Taking his High School letterman’s jacket from the hall closet, he went out the door into his garage, making sure it was locked behind him. He pushed the automatic garage door opener and a cold brisk February breeze slapped him in the face, like a virgin who had been groped. Now he was happy that he didn’t shave. Throwing a leg over his 1989 Kawasaki 1000, he sat on the seat and removed his helmet from the handle bars. After placing his fur lined gloves on his hands, he inserted the key and pushed the start button. Even though the bike had well over four hundred thousand miles on it and it was sixteen years old, it hummed like a church lady, who had forgotten the words to a hymn.

Michael pulled out of his garage activating the garage door again, then down the street and onto Wilshire Blvd, heading west toward the 405 freeway. Anybody might think that on Saturday morning, the freeway would be clear, however as the 405 was one of the main routes to LAX, it was bogged down as usual. Michael split traffic all the way to Century and took the off ramp with most of the other vehicles. However when they went west toward the airport, he turned left and completed the three miles, past the strip clubs that featured “live nude girls”. He wondered if the sign didn’t read “live”; would the guys going there expect “dead nude girls?” As Michael walked in the door to the office, Hutch’s voice rang out,

“Mike is that you? I’m sure glad you’re here buddy. We’ve got a problem.”

“What?” asked Michael as he sauntered into the office.

“It’s Merdock again. He’s pissed because he hasn’t received his shipment.”

“I sent it Thursday, by FEDEX. He should have it by now.” Michael picked up the phone and hit the speed dial for Merdock & Company. The phone made what sounded like a dozen bleeping sounds; then began to ring.

“Hello, This is Michael Yashamura, is Mr. Merdock there? Yes I’ll wait.”

Hutch sat there with a worried look, staring at Michael.

“Relax Hutch, you look like somebody ran over your dog. No I wasn’t talking to you Mr. Merdock. Oh you did; Great? That’s what I was calling about. Ok … fine, we’ll talk to you later in the week then. Goodbye. Have a great weekend.”

“He got it? Good; now I can relax. I’ll tell you I was so worried. When Merdock called about twenty minutes ago, he was pissed. I thought we were going to loose him.”

“We won’t loose him, unless one of our competitors is willing to lower their prices forty percent. You really have to stop getting so upset. It’s not good for you.”

“Mike you don’t have a wife and kids and a mortgage like I do. Wait until you are married and have kids. You won’t think it will be as funny then.”

“No I don’t have a wife and kids and I don’t think I ever will, but I do have a nineteen hundred dollar a month lease and I go out at least three times a week. What I spend on dating would put one of your kids through UCLA. You know, I don’t remember thinking that it was going to be this difficult to run our own business, do you?”

“No I don’t.”

“Well maybe we should both stop worrying. The company gained twenty percent in the last quarter, and I think we are going to have to hire another person. There is just too much work for the six of us.”

“As always, you’re right.” Hutch mumbled, “I’ve been here since seven, so I guess I’ll go home. Jamie has a little league game at one. Don’t stay too long Mike. You deserve some time off too. Hey do you want to come to the game? You haven’t seen the family in a long time, and we are going to have a bar-b-queue after.”

“No thanks, I have several letters to write and I’ve got a diner date tonight. Speaking of time off. Do you think you can hold this whole thing together for a few weeks? My parents have been bugging me to go to Osaka, for a visit. I haven’t seen them in almost three years.”

“If we can hire that person you were talking about, I think it would be OK. I know it will do you a lot of good, but didn’t you tell me that you didn’t like to fly.”

“Yah, but unfortunately it’s the only way to get there, so I guess I’ll have too.”

“OK”, said Hutch, “I’ll guess I’ll see you Monday then. I’m outta’ here. If my wife calls tell her I left a half hour a go. See ya’.”

Michael just nodded his head as Hutch left the office. He could think of several dozen places he would rather be at the time, but work was first. As he caught up on his correspondence, Michael thought about having a wife and kids. Not possible he thought; as five years ago, when the business was in its infancy, he made a decision that would affect the rest of his life. He secretly had a vasectomy. It wasn’t just because of the business; it was more. Michael didn’t like what children did to a marriage, or a relationship. It’s tough enough to keep two people together, without the battle between parents and kids. He was witness, almost on a daily basis to the situation between Hutch, his wife and his two children. If for some unknown reason he had to have kids someday, he could always adopt.

Although, he was born in the United States to a second generation Japanese father and a first generation Irish mother, he still felt a strong connection to his heritage and his grandfather's homeland of Japan. Michael’s Dad was not religious, but his Mom was Irish Catholic, so when it came to religion, his Mother believed it would beneficial for him to be raised Catholic. When he was in his early teens, his Mom even broached the subject of him going into the priesthood. Michael considered it for a few seconds, but as he had no sexual desires toward boys, he told her no. In 1985 Michael’s Uncle sold his construction company and moved back to Japan. He was married there and had two daughters. Mike’s Dad finely sold his restaurant business three years ago and moved to Osaka, where Mike’s Uncle had a new construction business. 

Michael’s parents had written and called several times, asking him to visit them. Especially since his Aunt, Uncle and two cousins had come to California for a visit in 2001. His Dad even told him he would send him first class tickets on JAL, Japan Air Lines, if he would spend a few weeks with them. As he had many relatives in Japan, he decided it would be a good time to make the trip. He felt that some time away from the business might clear his mind, and help him forget about his breakup with Lisa.

Well the time finally arrived, they had hired a girl part time to help out. Hutch; would take over the business, for a few weeks so Mike could go. Mike’s ex-girlfriend, Lisa was out of the picture, as over the past two years, she had continually bugged him about getting married. It wasn't that he didn't care for her. It was just that she always had to have the last word, and had to be in control no matter what he wanted. It seemed like they argued most of the time, so with some regret he ended the two-year relationship. It wasn’t a difficult breakup, when he told her that he was unable to have children. The only thing he missed was the sex. Lisa was a very sexy female, and he was reasonably sure she would do OK .., at least he hoped she would.

It was March 16 and Michael’s plane was scheduled to take off from LAX at 1:55 pm. With luck it would arrive in Osaka at ten minutes to six in the evening, of the following day. That seems like a flight of twenty-eight hours, but it is really a lot less. Something about the international dateline and traveling west against the turn of the earth. Still it's a long time to be in the air, especially for someone who doesn’t necessarily like to fly. He had flown before; once to San Francisco on business, and he and Lisa had taken three short trips to Las Vegas, however those flights were only about forty-five minutes. Mike arrived at the airport via Airport Express, around ten in the morning. He wanted to be early due to the time it would take to be cleared through TSA. Lisa said TAS was short for Tough Shit Airlines, but it actually stood for Transportation Security Administration. 

As he was traveling first class, JAL checked him through quickly, and directed him to the First Class Lounge. The lounge was great, as they served a continental breakfast, of fruit, coffee and sweet rolls. They had DVD movies on small seat mounted televisions; music on CD’s, and a small library of books and magazines. However even with all of the things to do, Michael couldn’t get the long flight to Japan off his mind, and was to say the least apprehensive. Grandfather; thought Michael, where are your chromosomes when I need them. You flew all over Europe for three years, being shot at and shooting down Nazi planes. Michael was almost embarrassed about his fear of flying. After all what could happen? He new what could happen and he didn’t want to think about it.

The passengers began boarding the plane about a half hour, prior to take off. The airplane was a 747 and the first class cabin was in the upper deck. The seats were large and would adjust to several positions, including a horizontal position for sleeping. One of the flight attendants brought him a glass of champagne. She must have seen that he was a little nervous, as she didn’t bring any to anyone else. 

Michael became very nervous and his palms were sweaty when the airplane began to taxi out onto the tarmac. The plane sat at the beginning of the runway for several minutes while the pilot and flight crew preformed the run up. Michael finished his drink, as the flight attendants went through their ritual, explaining what to do in the rare case of a water landing. Water landing my ass; Michael thought, they meant a crash into the ocean. I should have traveled by ship, but it would have taken three weeks each way.

Although Michael wasn’t ready, the 747 began rolling down the runway, slowly at first then gaining speed. It felt like he was a passenger on a giant bus bouncing down some highway; headed for disaster. Grabbing hold of the armrests Michael took a deep breath and held it as the pilot rotated the yoke, and the plane lifted into the air. He heard a clunking sound as the landing gear folded up and stowed in the area under the airplane. It was loud and sounded like something had broken, but the airplane continued moving up and away from the earth through some patchy clouds over Manhattan beach. 

After an altitude gain of about three thousand feet, the mammoth plane banked north and headed up the California coast. After a few minutes he gathered all of his strength, looked out of the window and saw what he believed was Ventura. The airplane then banked, only this time to the left, and headed out over the Pacific Ocean; too late now Michael thought, they were committed. A few minutes later a gorgeous little Japanese flight attendant with a JAL name tag that displayed, “My name is Miyoko” came around and asked if there was anything he wanted. Michael said, with a nervous smile, 

“Maybe a parachute?”

She covered her mouth and giggled. He was momentarily lost in her beauty and charm, and wanted her right then. He knew having her was just a daydream; but a very nice daydream. She brought more champagne, a small snack of cheese and crackers, and handed Michael a dinner menu. She then asked, if there was anything special he required. Smiling, he thought about how wonderful it would be to have sex with her, however shook his head, sipping the champagne. He thought, a few more glasses of this stuff and he wouldn’t care if the plane flew the whole trip upside down. Michael was getting a nice buzz.

From the menu provided, he picked a 9oz. filet, baked potato, asparagus and coffee. Dinner was brought to him around five o’clock, Los Angeles time. He thought that if he didn’t change his watch from California time, he wouldn’t get jet lag. He was wrong of course. Jet lag occurs on people traveling west as the airplane is continuing longer in sunlight, or in darkness. 

The food was great; hats off to JAL. The coffee was good enough to drink without cream and sugar and equal to Starbuck’s standards. After dinner the gorgeous little flight attendant, ask him if he wanted desert. Joking Michael told her he wanted all three deserts on the menu. Cream Brule, strawberry ice cream and chocolate mousse. Her hand quickly covered her mouth again, and she emitting a cute little giggle that drove him wild. There was a term that Michael was feeling. It had been discuss in Physiology class at UCLA. The professor called it “Instant unrequited love”. Michael knew it would be gone when he was not around her anymore.

Although he had been kidding about the deserts, she returned ten minutes later, with all three on a small plastic tray. Instead of explaining the joke, Michael ate them all. The seats in first class were wonderful and had a six by eight inch television screen built in. He had a choice of five different movies, six television programs, without commercials, and several music stations. The instructions, detailed how the seat would provide a heated massage also. Michael knew right then that he really needed one of the seats for his apartment. Man what a trip; first class all the way, he thought. Thanks Mom and Dad. 

About two hours later, Miyoko who seemed to be his personal flight attendant, returned with a blanket and a pillow. He asked if her name was pronounced Mi-yo-ko as it was written or Me-yo-ko. 

“Meyoko.” she said.

“What does it mean?”

“Beautiful child.” She whispered as she lowered her head and covered her mouth with her hand.

“Your parents really knew what they were doing when they named you.”

“Thank you Michael.”

At first he was a little surprised that she knew his name. Of course she had to; this was first class. All of the flight attendants knew the names of their passengers. But somehow just for a second, he felt special. She showed him how to adjust the seat to a horizontal position then covered him with a blanket. As she was tucking him in, she knelt down and reached under the blanket. Her hand went to his penis and began to massage it through the nylon jogging pants he was wearing. She looked him in the eyes, smiled and then whispered,

“When you are readyMichael, go down the hall to the number one first class bathroom. I will follow. When I knock, turn off the lights.”

“When?” he asked.

“When you are ready.” 

She smiled then moved her hand inside of his underpants taking hold of his penis squeezing it and stroking it lovingly. 

Although the sun had not quite set, Michael’s watch displayed ten o’clock Los Angeles time, and he noticed most of the passengers in first class were asleep. Michael looked around however didn’t see Miyoko. As he had to pee, probably from all of the champagne and coffee, he got up and walked down the short hallway to the restroom. Inside he found that the restrooms were fairly large compared to coach. After urinating, and washing his hands, he heard a quiet tap at the door. Shutting off the lights, Michael opened it. Miyoko slid through the door quickly and closed it again; locking it behind her. 

Putting her arms around his neck, she kissed him and said that she didn’t have much time. She placed a towel on the utility table then lifted her uniform dress above her waist displaying a cute pair of white lace panties. She then whispered for him to help her on to the table. With her legs spread wide, she pulled him between them. She quickly pulled his jogging pants and underwear down; revealing that Michael’s cock was hard and ready. She took hold of it with her left hand, covering her mouth with the other and giggled. Moving his cock against her panty covered pussy she moaned lightly. She told him to pull her panties to the side and push his cock into her pussy. 

As they fucked, it was like he had been fucking her for years. She placed her arms around his neck, and wrapped her legs around his waist, then whispered in his ear, 

“I wanted you as soon as I saw you. I’m on the pill Michael, so you can fuck me hard and squirt your cum deep in my pussy." 

After several minutes her tight pussy squeezed so hard that he was about to cum, and he told her. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his right earlobe. Miyoko had bit his ear to keep him from cuming. She then slid her tongue in his ear, and told him to fuck her harder.

After fifteen more minutes of very hard steady fucking, Miyoko whispered that she was going to cum, and Michael doubled his speed. She held him close and he felt her stomach tighten, then heard her pussy make a popping sound. Just as she closed her eyes and relaxed, he came inside of her. There was so much cum, that her stomach tightened again and her pussy fired off another noisy climax, covering his cock and crotch with her thick pussy juice. She didn’t let go of him; as Lisa would have and held him tight not letting him pull out of her. As she held him, she began to lightly kiss the side of his neck. 

Asking him to get her a wet washcloth, she used it to clean her pretty hairless pussy and then his penis. When Michael helped her down she told him to sit on top of the toilet seat. She knelt down between his legs and bent her head to his lap. Taking his penis in her mouth, she began sucking it. This was one of the most wonderful experiences he had ever had, maybe because it was with a beautiful stranger 37,000 feet in the air. She continued to suck him until he was hard again. Within ten minutes Michael was cuming in her mouth. She swallowed his cum, then looked up at him and smiled.


Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 01



“If you would like to be with me again, have a two night layover in Osaka.”

“I would love to be with you again Miyoko.”

She then told him that she had to return to the flight attendants station, so her co-worker could take special care of an older gentleman. She handed him a card from the Osaka Hilton Hotel. Her full name and phone number was written on the back. She said, 

“Thank You Michael, this was very nice. Please call me … Please.”

Miyoko then turned out the lights, and slipped out into the hallway. Michael waited for several minutes; then returned to his seat satisfied. He fell asleep easily. Although it was still dark outside, he woke up sometime later. His watch displayed eight in the morning. No wonder it took some people days to recover from jet lag. Miyoko came by his seat leaned down and kissed him quickly, then asked how he slept. Michael told her he slept like a baby and enjoyed being a member of the Mile-High Club. She smiled and whispered in his ear,

“Seven-Mile High Club, Michael.”

She was right. 37,000 feet, divided by 5,280 feet is a little over seven miles. Even though he had slept a long time, there was still ten hours to go before the plane would land. A new breakfast menu was provided. Michael knew that lunch would be served prior to landing, so he had a small pot of coffee, a sweet roll, two glasses of orange juice and three glasses of champagne. 

Miyoko came by at fifteen to twenty minute intervals. When he ask her about the other passengers in first class, she told him smiling, that he was her special passenger. The three other first class flight attendants would take care of the rest of the passengers, and that he should not be concerned. He got up and went into the bathroom again, half hoping that Miyoko would join him. No such luck, so he peed and returned to his seat. 

Miyoko made her rounds about fifteen minutes later and whispered,

“I saw you go into the restroom, and I wanted to join you, but there are too many passengers awake. If everything works out we will be together at the hotel tonight.” 

She smiled again; then went about her business. Michael checked out a news station and found that no airplanes had gone down in the last twelve hours. That was a great relief because he was on one of them. About forty minutes later, she came by again and stood to the right of his chair. She leaned down and whispered,

“Michael, put your hand up under my skirt and feel me. With me behind your chair, the other passengers can’t see you.”

She stood with her legs apart, so he had easy access to her crotch. Quickly he slid his hand up and felt her damp panties. Sliding a finger under the edge, it found its way into her vagina. It only took about ten quick strokes of his finger and Miyoko began to dribble her juices. As he removed his hand she gave him a hot towel, to clean it. After using the towel, he put it up to his face and inhaled the pungent aroma of her sweet pussy. She took the towel back and said,

“I have to go to the restroom Michael. I’ll see you before lunch. Thank you again, so much.”

Relaxing, he began to read a technical book, which he had brought. It was dull, so he put on his earphones, and placed a jazz CD in the player. The Artist’s sax; and the fact it was still dark outside sent him off into a nice dreamy state. When he awoke, he realized that he had taken a three-hour nap. The time in the air was beginning to get on his nerves, but as there was nothing he could do about it, he looked for a movie on the DVD stations. If Miyoko hadn’t been on the flight, it would have been much longer, and much less enjoyable he thought. 

Finding an old movie called "Splash" staring Tom Hanks, and Darryl Hannah as a beautiful mermaid, Michael sat back and enjoyed watching it again. When the movie was over, Miyoko came up to his seat and presented him with a new lunch menu. It was just getting light outside.

"What would you recommend, pretty lady?"

Her hand went to her mouth; followed by a giggle. “Me!" she whispered. “I would like you to eat me, Michael."

“That would be wonderful. I’ll have a double order please.”

Knowing that she was not on the menu he picked, a bacon, lettuce and avocado sandwich, chips and a coke. Miyoko said she would make it especially for him. He wondered if she would rub the avocado on her pussy. No, of course not. Sometimes he knew he had some weird ideas, however he wondered if the taste of the avocado would change much with pussy juice on it. 

Lunch was good but he wanted something more; but she wasn’t available. Michael wondered if he could slide his tongue all the way in to her vagina. She was so tight; probably not. The pilot came on the intercom and announced that the plane would be landing in five hours and thirty-two minutes. Michael thought about his Dad and the fact that he was going to meet him at the airport, but he wanted to go to the hotel with Miyoko, so when she returned he ask her how he could get in touch with his Dad and save him the trip. She lifted a compartment lid on the seat, and removed a telephone. She said,

"Dial a number 1, followed by the area code, then the number."

He followed her directions, and heard it ringing. The voice of his father said, 

"Hello."

"Dad, it's me ... Michael."

"Son? Where are you?"

"Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, about five hours out. The reason I called is to tell you not to meet me at the airport. I have business in Osaka for a couple of days, then I will get a ride out to your place."

"What kind of business Michael? Monkey business? Did you meet a girl on the airplane?” He chuckled. “OK son, I was young once too. Call me when your "BUSINESS" is done and I will pick you up."

"Thanks for understanding Dad. You are number one."

"No, number two, obviously. OK have your fun, and then call me. Love you son. Goodbye."

Miyoko stood there with an inquisitive look on her face. 

"What did your father say?"

"He said that I'm yours for three days and two nights."

"I think that I would like your father!"

She turned and walked back to the flight attendants station. Watching her as she walked away, made him want her even more, but he was going to have to wait, damn it. The rest of the flight was inconsequential and he sat looking out the window at the clouds miles below. Funny but they all looked like naked girls. Michael began to read again and lost track of the time. The intercom came on and the Captain stated that the airplane would be landing in thirty minutes and they were now descending and on the landing approach.

Just prior to landing, Miyoko came by his seat and said,

“Michael, after you go through customs and get your baggage, meet me in front of the JAL terminal. We can ride to the hotel together. OK?”

“OK, don’t leave without me.”

“I would never do that Michael.”

The plane touched down, and taxied to the terminal. When he was getting off, Miyoko was standing by the door.

“We really enjoyed having you … as a guest.” she said with a big smile. “Please come again.”

“Believe me, I am looking forward to it.”

To Be Continued…



Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 02



Picking up his two bags after going through customs, he made his way to the front door of the terminal. It was good to have his feet on the ground. As Michael walked out into the sunshine, he saw Miyoko's beautiful face smiling at him. She told him that she had a cab waiting and to follow her. They got in and sat back. He took her face in both of his hands and began to kiss her lightly on the lips. She just moaned,

"Ooohh Michael, I need you."

It only took fifteen minutes to the Hilton. Michael paid the driver, and got out. The driver handed Michael his bags, and he went into the Hotel. Miyoko was at the front desk as he walked up. She gave him a keycard and a note, but didn't look at him. The note said,

'Room 1135. Wait fifteen minutes; then come up. The keycard is for the elevator, and the room.'

He saw a lounge chair in the lobby, went over and sat down. Michael checked his watch about twenty-five times in the next fifteen minutes, and then walked to the elevator.

Inserting the key card in the slot, he pushed eleven on the keypad. His heart was beating very fast as the elevator began to move upward. When the elevator stopped with a "ding" Michael's heart stopped for a second also. The room numbers were displayed on the wall. 1100-1125 to the right, displayed with an arrow. Rooms 1126-1150, to the left. He quietly knocked on the door and herd Miyoko's voice say,

"Come in Michael."

He pulled his bags into the room, and left them in the closet alcove. It was a small room, but it had a large queen sized bed. Miyoko was on the bed, wearing only a pair of white satin panties. Her titties were not large, but full. She patted the bed next to her and said,

"Get undressed and come to bed. We can take a shower later."

Pulling off his shirt, Michael sat on the bed and began to untie his shoelaces. Miyoko was behind him with her hands around him, massaging his chest.

"Hurry Michael."

"We have three days Miyoko."

"Not enough." She moaned. 

In just his underwear, he got on the bed and she pulled him into her arms. As he kissed her, she mumbled,

"Kiss my pussy, lick it Michael; suck it."

Moving his head down between her legs he licked and kissed her satin panties, his tongue slid up and down. Pulling her panty crotch over, her mound was displayed beautifully. There wasn't a hair in sight. 

Michael loved a girl with a bare pussy, as the hair doesn't get in the way when you kiss it. The first pussy he had ever seen was in the second grade. It didn't have any hair either. That was twenty – three years ago. Some things never change.

He began by licking Miyoko's smooth mound, then sucking on her clitoris, an activity at which he excelled. His tongue slid up and down her wet slit and she groaned. In fact she groaned whenever he did anything to her. Quickly he pulled her panties down; then lifted her legs over his shoulders. He tried to stuff his tongue deep in to her vagina. It was sweet and dripping.

Lisa, Michael's ex-girlfriend sometimes would have oral sex after a lot of preparation and several hours of his begging. Sometimes it just didn't seem to be worth all of the trouble. She didn't like him going down on her, as she said it was dirty, but when she finally came she didn't complain. Sucking his cock was something Lisa hated, letting him know it each and every time she did it. He could count the times she sucked him off, on one hand and have a finger left over. Lisa could really fuck, however. She loved to fuck. The last time she gave him a blowjob, he wasn't thinking and came in her mouth. She became so angry she was red in the face and yelling. 

"Michael." She said spitting out his cum, "I told you never to do that. I hate that. It's just filthy. I'll never do that again, if you can't control yourself." 

Michael felt as though he was being scolded; by his third grade teacher. Millions of girls around the world would disagree with her, he thought. Oh well that's the way things go. That was only one of the reasons they were no longer together. 

His neck felt tight as Miyoko, squeezed it with her legs, and pulled his hair. She let out a squeal as her pussy made a loud "pop" almost like a starter pistol. Her sticky juice coated his face, as she ground her pussy hard against his tongue and lips. He was pleased that she enjoyed it so much. 

She then lay back quietly. For a second he thought it was too much and he might have hurt her, but when he moved up and rested his head on her titty, he could her heart beating like a jackhammer.

Thinking, well as long as I'm here, he moved his mouth to her pink little nipple and began to suck lightly. She moaned again, 

"Uuummm Michael."

After just a few minutes, she changed positions, pulled his cock out of his underpants, slid it into her mouth and began to suck. Michael fell back on the pillow, as it was now his turn. He was on his left side, as was Miyoko. He lifted her leg and began to feel her up. She groaned as his finger moved all the way up into her vagina, to her cervix. As she sucked him, he finger fucked her. The harder she sucked the faster his finger went. After just a few minutes, he felt the tingling in his thighs, a chill up his back and a strong pressure in his balls. 

"I'm cuming." he told her, as the first of his juice shot out of his penis. She didn't hesitate, or even slow down. One gulp and it was gone.

"Mmmm." She said with a smile. "Tastes good."

"Thank you." he whispered, out of breath. "That was the best blowjob I have ever had."

Of course he told all of the girls the same thing. Every blowjob is the best, until the next one.

"I liked it too, Michael. It was sweet, and a little salty."

They lay there holding each other, touching and fondling. He loved her titties and bare little pussy. She was short, about five foot four, maybe five-five. With her hairless pussy and small titties, she looked to be only fifteen or sixteen. Of course he knew better, as she had to be at least twenty-one to work for JAL. 

Michael had noticed that many Japanese women looked younger than they actually were. When you check the Internet porn photos of Japanese girls in school uniforms, you know that they must be at least eighteen, but some of them appear to be somewhere between thirteen and sixteen. 

Michael often wondered why some men even want little girls. They are just children and have no idea about sex or anything connected with it. Maybe it's because the girls are innocent virgins; or maybe it is because the girls have had no sexual experiences with which to compare the men.

It was about this time that Miyoko had played with his cock enough to make it hard again. She then got up on her knees, and threw one leg over him. As she eased down, she guided his cock up into her dripping pussy. 

"Michael, I want you to relax. I am going to do it to you for a long time and then I will do it very hard and fast."

When she moved down completely, his cock was fully into her. She took his hands and placed them on her titties, then began to move forward and back slowly, like she was riding a mechanical bull. After a long while she was moving very fast. Her head was thrown back. She mumbled,

"Oooo ... Yes ... yes ... yessss!"

As he had cum, a while before this all started, he wouldn't be able to cum again for quite some time. Miyoko moved faster and faster; then with no thought for anything, or anyone she came hard. The "popping" sound was unmistakable. He had never known a girl who had a pussy that would explode almost every time she came. It was fascinating.

Miyoko then lay down on top of him, squeezing his cock periodically with her vagina. This was the trip of his life. He had not been on vacation for years, and he was really enjoying this one. A little while later, he asked her if she would like to have some dinner. She said, kissing him on his chest, 

"Everything I want is right here, Michael." 

They drifted off to sleep, Miyoko still on top of him. She couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and ten pounds, so he wasn't uncomfortable. When he woke it was dark outside. A small Japanese lantern was lit in the corner of the room. Miyoko had pulled the sheet and covers over them. When he moved she looked at him and said,

"Whoff-whoff." 

"What?"

"Michael, do it to me 'doggie style'. I really like it that way."

'What a girl', he thought. 'Whoff-whoff. She was up for anything.'

She crawled off of him; then got on her hands and knees looking at him over her shoulder. Michael moved up behind her placed both hands on her butt cheeks; then eased his penis into her vagina. Sex with a girl like Miyoko, was the best there was. He was in heaven. As he was fucking her, she buried her head in one of the soft pillows and screamed. Obviously she did like it this way more than any other. He fucked her for a full forty minutes. During that time she came at least six times. When he finally came, he was dripping with perspiration, and very dehydrated. His limp cock slid from her pussy and he crawled off the bed. He chuckled as Miyoko, just laid there with her butt still in the air and her face in the pillow. 

"Do you want anything?" 

"No thank you." She said, "I think he have had enough; for a while anyway."

Michael was becoming concerned that he wouldn't be able to keep her satisfied. They had more sex in the past few hours, than he and Lisa had in any full week. It was sad, but true. He went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of "Hilton bottled spring water". Was everyone in the water business? Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, he placed it on the chair. Although Michael was naked and still dripping, he sat in the chair and turned on the television. They were showing an episode of "I love Lucy", in Japanese. It was the one where Lucy and Ethyl, took jobs in the chocolate factory, and the supply belt got going faster and faster. He laughed, as Lucy was eating the chocolates and putting them down her uniform blouse. When he was laughing loud Miyoko said,

"Huh?"

"Nothing baby, go back to sleep."

Her beautiful butt was still sticking up in the air, and she had cum running down her leg. Michael got out of the chair and went over to the bed, pulled the covers over her and tucked her in. After "Lucy", during an episode of "The Love Boat", also in Japanese, Michael fell asleep. It was getting a little cool so he turned off the TV and crawled back into bed, next to his little flight attendant. She had a snore that sounded like a tiny kitten purring. Suddenly, It was morning. He wasn't sure of the time, but the sun was up and he smelled coffee. Miyoko had gone down to the lobby and picked up some coffee and sweet rolls. 

Michael leaned on one elbow and looked at her through blurry eyes. She said,

"Would you like some coffee Michael?"

He didn't say anything, but nodded his head. She came over to the bed and handed him a cup of the hot, dark liquid. 

"You sure know how to make a girl feel wonderful. I slept like I had never slept before. No man has ever done it for me that well. Would you like to take a shower?"

"That would be nice. I could use a shower right now."

Michael was still naked and sipping his coffee, as Miyoko took his hand and led him into the bathroom. She quickly stripped down to the buff and turned on the shower then took his hand again.

"Come on Michael, get under the spray."

She picked up a bar of soap and removed the paper wrapper. After soaking him with the warm water, she began to move the soap all over his body like an artist covering a canvas with paint. Her hand then went down to his balls and began to ceremoniously lather them. Moving up a little to his penis, she washed it with affection. As she was fully into her chore of getting him clean, he took the soap and slid his hands over her titties. Her nipples became hard in just a few seconds. Michael rinsed them then lowered his head and placed his mouth on her nipple. When she moaned, he sucked it into his mouth. 

With a child like voice she asked,

"Do you want to put your big peepee in my pussy mister?"

"Yes, bend over little girl."

As she bent at the waist, Michael got behind her and slipped his cock into her tight pussy. Holding her hips as tight as he could, he fucked her hard. She came twice in ten minutes. Then he pulled his cock out of her and squirted cum on to her butt, and her back. She sat down on the shower seat, and pulled him over to her. Holding his ass and digging her nails into it, Miyoko took his cock in her mouth and began to suck him again as the water pelted his back. She knew how to do everything perfect. She was professor emeritus of sex, and could teach in any girl's college.

It took almost a half hour, for him to cum, and when he did, there was only a little bit squirting into her mouth. They got out of the shower, and dried each other off. It was exciting, as Miyoko seemed to be in love with his cock. In fact, it was beginning to get a little sore. His cock hadn't had this much attention, since he was fourteen and found his Dad's copy of the Kama-Sutra.

In one month, he must have masturbated at least seventy times. He did it twice a day, sometimes three. Michael would sit on the commode, and lay the book open on the top of the hamper, being careful not to get it messy. His Dad never said anything, however Michael thought that he knew what was going on; probably because of the bent pages. His mother even commented about the dark rings under his eyes. Michael explained that it was due to the late hours and all of the homework he had. She even threatened to go to his school, and talk to the teachers about cutting back on the homework. From fourteen to twenty, he jacked off at least once a day, except for Thanksgiving and Christmas. It just didn't seem right to do it on those days for some reason.

To Be Continued... 



Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 03



Although Michael was with Mioko, his mind continued to wander back to when he was twenty in junior college. He was in his second and last year at Santa Monica JC, and became close the love of his life. At least she was at the time. Her name was Jessica Miller. She was eighteen and just out of high school. She had blond hair, blue eyes and a wonderful smile. Her face and body were things that God must have bragged about. Her figure was comparable to any girl he had seen in his father's PLAYBOY magazines, even better. Not too large, but almost perfect titties, and an absolutely perfect rear end. When he was close to her she had a special aroma; kind of like fresh baked cookies.

Michael was in love, or lust and could not think whenever she was around. Jessica and Michael had known each other since junior high school, when she tripped him accidentally in the hallway, but being two years younger, she was in a different class and they didn't hang around with the same crowd. As he was half Japanese, he had always felt that many people didn't like him very much. Even though the only obvious Japanese trait he had was slightly slanted eyes.

It was 1993, and Michael was in the student union one morning, reading a required book on Physics, while drinking a cup of vending machine coffee; which bordered on swill. He had wished that he hadn't waited a whole year between High School and JC, but he wanted to find himself, whatever that meant. 

Miss. Miller came over to where he was seated and said,

"Hello Michael. Tell me; why don't you like me?"

Not being positive of her motives, Michael hesitated staring into her beautiful blue eyes. Then as he felt like he had nothing to loose he said,

"I do like you Jessica. I like you a lot. I always have."

"Then why haven't you ask me out? Do you think that I'm ugly, or not good enough for you?"

"God … no Jessica, you are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever known. It's … just … well … I …uh, it's that I don't, uh. Well I don't know. I never thought that you liked me, that way."

"So?" she asked abruptly, looking down at him.

"What?"

"Are you going just to sit there and stutter or are you going to ask me out?"

"Jessica, would you like to go out with me; please?"

With Michael's question, her demeanor made a hundred and eighty degree swing and she said in a sweet voice, "Yes Michael, I would love to go out with you." as though it had been his idea the entire time. "Tomorrow night we can double date with my friend Darlene and her boyfriend Mac. Be at my house at six-thirty, and dress casual. When you come over you can park your motorcycle in the back."

Jessica then turned like some ARMY sergeant had yelled "about face" then walked over and sat down by Darlene. Michael was in awe, as he would never been able to talk to anyone like that. He guessed he was just too shy. The idea of a double date, with "Mac"; George McKinley, was not an event to which Michael was looking forward. Mac was a self opinionated, jock. He was brash, boring and very much involved with himself, continually bragging about his prowess in the game of football; and incapable of carrying on a conversation on any other subject. To tell the truth, Mac was a very good football player, and probably would have been playing for an 'Ivy League' college, had his grades been better. Michael just couldn't get passed Mac's incessant bragging, but for Jessica he would fight his natural revulsion and make the attempt.

Saturday, Michael was up early and did his "chores". When he told his mother about the double date with Jessica, she told him to put on a suit and she would to pick out a tie for him, until he explained that it was a casual date and Jessica had told him to "dress casual".

"Well OK Michael, but this is a first date. You do want to impress the young lady don't you?"

"She must already have been impressed Mom. She ask me out, in a round about way."

"You shouldn't be surprised? You are a very handsome young man. Many of my friends have commented that you look like a younger version of that news commentator on channel 7. You know who I'm talking about don't you? The anchor man."

"David Ono?"

"Yes … David Ono. I knew that I would think of his name."

Michael knew not to argue about who thought of his name and said,

"A few of my friends in school have said the same thing. Maybe there is something to it."

"Ok, well have fun. When do you think you will be coming home?"

"I don't know, but not too late as Jessica is only eighteen and she may have an early curfew."

"OK Michael, be on your best behavior."

"Yes Mom, I will."

At six-twenty five, Michael pulled his Kawasaki motorcycle up Jessica's driveway. He did as she told him and parked it in the backyard, where nobody would bother it. He locked it and knocked on the back porch door. After a couple of minutes, Jessica's mother came to the door with a mixed drink in her hand. 

"You must be Michael. Jessica has been talking about you for a long time. I'm her mother. You can call me Ann. Come on in Michael."

At that point, he didn't know what to do, as Ann, who was between thirty and thirty-five, was wearing an almost transparent yellow nightgown, yellow see through panties, a white garter belt and high heals. It was like looking into the sun. He felt as though his might go blind if he looked directly at her. She was as beautiful and as sexy as her daughter, just a slightly older version. They looked like sisters, but not like Mother and Daughter. She sure didn't look like Michael's mother, or any others mothers he had ever seen. Ann didn't even look like a mother. She looked more like a PLAYBOY playmate of the month or a Victoria's Secret model. At the time he had a feeling that he should call Hugh Hefner or maybe Larry Flynt. 

"Jessica is still getting ready." Ann said, sitting on the couch, slowly sipping her drink. "Don't tell her I told you, but she is really excited. Sit down and relax." She pointed to the chair across from her. "You know how girls are when they are getting ready for a date."

"No, not really." He mumbled nervously, sitting across from Ann keeping his posture as straight as possible. He could not believe his eyes, as Ann was leaning back on the couch with her legs spread wide, her pussy slit showing through the gossamer, almost invisible panties, revealing that she had recently shaved her pussy mound clean. The scene reminded him of a PLAYBOY article. It was called "The girls of Copenhagen", which showed the Danish prostitutes sitting in the windows of the whorehouses, displaying their charms. When Michael's cock began to stiffen he heard her say,

"Trust me, they want to be perfect for their man. You must be someone very special; for her to take two showers before a date. She has been getting ready all day. I really hope you are worth it. Jess said that you were handsome, but she didn't say how handsome. She probably didn't want any competition from me. If you had been my boyfriend in junior high, I probably would have been pregnant long before I was fifteen."

Michael just smiled. What could he say to her statement? He was pleased that she thought he was nice looking, but embarrassed all the same, so he said,

"Thank you Mrs. Miller."

"My name is Ann. Ann Edwards. Mrs. Miller was Jessica's grandmother. I was never married to her Dad. We were just friends. Really good friends." she said finishing her drink; then added, "and He was really well hung."

Just then Jessica came out of her bedroom. She looked so fantastic; that Michael was afraid his eyes would begin to bleed. He had an urge to grab her, throw her down on the couch, pull off her panties and fuck her right there in front of her mother. But even though her mother appeared to be very liberal, he didn't think she was quite that liberal. 

"You look wonderful Jessica."

"Thank you Michael, you look very nice yourself."

Not knowing what else to say, he stood there and stared at Jessica, glancing at her Mother every so often. Jessica was wearing a very short lavender mini skirt, a light green, almost see through blouse and white running shoes, with long white stockings that came almost up to her knees. It was funny, but she made no mention of how her mother was dressed. The front doorbell chimed and Jessica said,

"I'll get it."

Her friend Darlene was at the door and Mac was in his car, with the engine running. Jessica called to her mother to tell her that they were leaving; then beckoned for Michael to go with her. Michael made a suave "Three Musketeer; Count of MonteCristo" type gesture, which was completely lost on Ann, and started for the front door. Ann called out,

"Jessica did you take your medication?"

"Yes Ann." Jessica replied sounding a little frustrated.

"I won't be home before morning Jessica, so if the kids want to stay over, it's OK!"

"Thanks Ann, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight baby. Have a good time. Goodnight Michael, please don't keep her awake all night."

"No maim. I won't." 

"Ann. My name is Ann. Not maim. Got it stud?"

"Yes Ann! I'm sorry. Goodnight."

When Michael came out the front door, Jessica and Darlene were already in the car. He got in the back door and settled down next to Jessica. When Mac asked for Michael's opinion of his car, Michael said truthfully that he thought it was great. A new subject for Mac, Michael thought. At least he wasn't talking about football.

"Don't tell anybody," Mac said, not watching the road and continually looking over his shoulder at Michael, "but Coach Kusha of California Tech got together with the Alumni Association and got the car for me so I'll play football at his school. I just gotta' get my grades up first."

"California Tech has some very high academic standards. Do you think you can bring your grades up high enough?" asked Michael.

"Well they're working on it, but the coach said it would take a couple of months so I ain't goin' to school right now."

Months? Thought Michael; a couple of hundred years maybe. But Mac had said, 'They are working on it?' OK Michael understood now. Mac was a 'shoo-in', and wasn't concerned with little things like grades. He would end up a college graduate, Pro NFL player, who couldn't put a paragraph together if his life depended on it. Jessica looked at Michael with her bottom lip sticking out, like a naughty girl who had just shaved her little brother's head and said,

"Kiss me Michael."

"What?"

"Kiss me … right now."

Michael leaned over and placed his lips on hers. He felt her tongue fighting to get in his mouth, so he opened it giving her access. She was hot and her kisses were wonderful, like Christmas candy. Moving his tongue into her mouth, Jessica began to suck on it. Michael's cock knew at that moment there was something going on, and began to get hard. After a few minutes Jessica said,

"You show a lot of promise Michael. I think you will do nicely."

"You didn't tell me that you were sick, Jess. Do you want to call off the date?"

"What makes you think I'm sick?"

"Your mom asked if you had taken your medication and I ………."

Jessica began to laugh, and reached forward to poke Darlene in the back. 

"Did you take your medication Darlene?"

"I wouldn't leave the house without it." Then she laughed as it were all a big joke. Jessica then took Michael's face and kissed him again, only more passionate; if that was possible. 

"Hey Jessica," Darlene berated. "That's not fair. We can't do anything up here. You guys are having all of the fun."

"Just play with Mac." Jessica said with a caustic tone to her voice. "You'll get your turn later."

Darlene moved closer to Mac, and Michael heard a zipper opening. He saw Darlene's arm moving and Mac was groaning. She was jacking him off as they went down the street. Michael wondered what the rules were; or if there were any rules at all. As Jessica began to French Michael again, he heard Mac yell,

"It's coming Darlene, catch it."

Her head disappeared out of sight, and Mac swerved the car, finally pulling to the curb. His head was thrown back, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. Michael heard a resounding "gulp" then Darlene sat up and said,

"Mmmm, Breakfast of Champions. God I love that stuff. I hope it doesn't have to many calories." 

"Oh! God. You are so good Darleen. Thank you baby."

"You owe me a whole lot; later tonight Mac."

"You'll get it baby. You will have so many "Orgas", you won't be able to walk for days."

"You Promise?"

"Right on baby."

"Let's go Mac", said Jessica unconcerned of what had taken place in the front seat, "I'm hungry."

"OK, don't get your panties in a bind. We're goin'."

"What panties?" asked Jessica, "I never wear panties." Jessica looked at Michael smiled and winked, then shook her head. She lifted the hem of her mini-skirt and showed him that she was in fact wearing panties. They were lavender, with lace around the edges. Michael could see where the smooth and lustrous undergarment had tucked itself into Jessica's pussy slit. Now his cock knew, without reservation that there was a good reason to be hard and erect. She straightened her skirt properly, like she was in church and said,

"Don't get upset Michael, they come off easily. There will be plenty of time to play later."

Never in his imagination had he thought anything like this would ever happen to him. Michael believed that maybe he was in the wrong place, but he did so want to be there. 

Mac pulled into "Tom's drive in #21" and parked in a stall. Michael didn't know why it was called "Tom's #21", as he had never seen another Tom's anywhere. Maybe they named it that, so McDonald's would not feel so superior with their thousands of fast food restaurants, and their billions of burgers served. McDonald's never did say how many burgers were eaten; only how many were served.

When the waitress came out to the car; Mac, Darlene and Jessica all began ordering at the same time. Michael just sat back and waited his turn. If they really knew each other so well; one person could have put the order in for three double Tommy burgers, three fries and three cokes. As it turned out Michael ordered the same thing without pickles and onions, as they gave him gas. 

The group sat there and ate, and Michael had to admit that Tommy's burgers were much better than McDonalds, as they use really good beef. It came to mind that when McDonald's sold their millionth hamburger, Johnny Carson said on nation wide television, 

"I guess now they will have to get a second cow."

McDonald's raised hell and it was reported that NBC paid them off big. Carson got a stern warning to be careful of what he said. He wasn't careful of course. He knew that they couldn't cancel him; as NBC would have been boycotted; by fifty million fans. 

Mac pulled out of the drive in and headed north toward foothill. As they drove away from the restaurant, Michael was having a difficult time getting passed the wonderful memory of Jessica's panties. As it turned out, one of Mac's football teammates worked in the box office at a triple x drive in movie, and Mac had set it up for them to be admitted. Except for Mac who was twenty-one, they were all underage, and would have been detained at the police station, if caught. The thing was, who at a porno drive-in was going to tell. No one there even wanted to admit that they were actually there. Mac parked toward the back of the movie, as the last row of the drive in had been filled. It didn't make a lot of difference anyway, as nobody was really watching the movie for very long.

It was dark, and the movie, which was called, "JACK 'n JILL", with Samantha Fox stared. She was the winner of the Best-Porn-Actress-of-the-Year Award, for this movie. Jack Wrangler played Samantha's husband, and as the movie was about to start, Jessica lifted her legs up on the seat and laid down with her head in Michael's lap, looking up at him. She pulled his head down and kissed him. Their kisses became very wild and she was really into what they were doing. She began to unbutton his shirt then slipped her hand through the opening, caressing his chest. Her hand was warm and felt wonderful. Due to the way they were sitting, Jessica's legs were near his right hand. She took hold of it and slowly moved it up under her skirt.

"Touch me Michael. I have been wanting for this for a long time."

He moved his hand up under her skirt. When he reached her silk panties, Michael couldn't go any further and slid his finger up and down her damp slit. She had opened her legs enough so he could place his whole hand on her crotch. Michael didn't know what it was about panties, but they are the most wonderful piece of clothing devised by woman. 

No male, unless he was gay could have had the restraint to be around a model, long enough to complete the design. Panties are very light and soft, or silky and Michael believed women wore them especially to entice a male. When you feel a girl up through her panties, it's unbelievable, no mater if it is the first time or the hundredth time. Michael thought maybe it was because a guy knows what's coming later. As his fingers moved under the edge of her panties and into Jessica's slit touching her clitoris, she groaned and whispered,

"Push you finger into my pussy Michael. Push it all the way in."

Michael began to slide his index finger into Jessica's vagina. He was a little surprised when he felt a barrier. It was hard to believe but, Jessica was a virgin. 

"Slowly Michael, it hurts. Just do it slow."

"Jess, are you a virgin?"

"Just for the next few minutes."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No Michael, I'm ready, just do it slow."

His thumb was in a good position to rub her clitoris, and he did. The movie began however nobody was really watching, but they could hear the sound coming from the speaker. It was the sound of a girl being fucked. As he fingered Jessica's tight pussy, she became really hot and looked at him with burning eyes; telling him that he could do it a little faster. After a half hour, her pussy tightened around his finger and she came. His hand was sticky, but it had a wonderful aroma.

"I've never felt this good before Michael. You really made me cum." Said Jessica, breathing hard.

"Are you telling me that this all you have ever done?"

"Uh huh. I'm a; well I was a virgin Michael, but I wanted to give it up for you. No guy has ever had me, but I want you to do it to me tonight, just not here in the car. When we get back to my house, I want you to make love to me in my own bed. Do you want to make love to me Michael?" she whispered, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"You don't know how much Jess, but I didn't expect this and I didn't bring any protection."

"That's OK. My mom put me on the pill two months ago. That was the medication we were talking about. I told her I wanted to do it Michael, with … with you."

"With me?"

"Yes. I hope it doesn't scare you, but I have wanted to be your girlfriend, in every way since we met in junior high school. You could have had me anytime just for a smile."

She then moved back and began to unbutton his jeans, pulling his cock free from under its cover. Jessica took it in both hands and began to stroke it lightly. From what she was doing, he knew that she had played with a cock or two before; and she knew just what to do to make him feel wonderful. She moved closer and, her hand was replaced; by her warm mouth. She began to suck him and squeeze his testicles. At his young age, Michael couldn't stand that much pleasure for very long and told her that he was going to cum. Jessica didn't stop and continued to suck him lovingly.

"Jessica," he whispered, "Your going to make me cum."

"Uh huh," she mumbled. "Do it."

"In your mouth?"

"Uh huh!" she managed to get out, nodding her head, sucking even harder.




Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 03



That was it for Michael. He began to shoot gobs of sperm into the girl's mouth, but it didn't slow her down. She quickly swallowed and kept sucking until the nerves in his cock were shouting for her to stop. At this point his finger was fully into Jessica's vagina, and moving very fast. As he continued to squirt cum into his new girlfriend's mouth, she sprayed pussy juice all over his hand. 

As Michael came down from his sexual high, he saw Darlene and Mac on the passenger side of the car. She was sitting on his lap, facing him, bouncing up and down ordering him to fuck her harder. She was talking dirty in his ear using every four-letter word Michael knew; and a few that he didn't. Most of the time she just, moaned and said,

"Fuck me Mac…. Fuck me hard baby ... Make me cum … shoot your cum in my pussy … fill me up."

When they were done, they all relaxed a little and attempted to concentrate on the movie. A dark haired girl in the movie was on her hands and knees, yelling at a guy with a very large cock to fuck her in her. 

Jessica looked at him and said sweetly,

"That's what I want you to do to me, Daddy."

"In your butt?"

"No Daddy, in my pussy. Deep in Momma's pussy."

"I thought you said that you were a virgin Jess. What about that fantastic blowjob."

"I was a virgin, but I don't count a blowjob as sex. My mom said that sex was only when a man puts his penis into a girl's pussy. Jacking a guy off or sucking him; is just a nice way to make him feel better."

"Have you ever sucked a guy off before?"

"Just my mom's brother."

"Your uncle?"

"Uh huh. He really liked it, and it made him feel good. I have never swallowed cum before you though. Your cum tastes really good, and I'll do it whenever you want."

"Did you ever tell your mother what your uncle made you do?"

"Yah. She told me he did the same thing to her before I was born and it was OK, as long as he didn't put his penis inside of me. When I told her that I wanted to have sex with you, she said that I had finally grown up and hoped it would be a wonderful experience. She loves sex and once told me, that she could do it ten hours a day and never get tired."

All Michael could think of was, 'WOW".

"Jessica?"

"What Darlene?"

"Why don't we go back to your house? This movie is lame and I want to have some really good sex while it's not too late. It's too tight in here for Mac to eat me out; besides my mom wants me in by twelve, so I can go to church in the morning."

'WOW!' thought Michael.

"Let's go then Mac."

"I want to see the movie Darlene." Mac whined.

"Do you want to sit here and watch people fuck on a movie screen, or go home and shove your cock in me?"

Mac thought about it for a second or two; then started his car. After replacing the speaker, he drove slowly toward the exit. They were at Jessica's house in twenty minutes. When they got in the house, she told Michael to wait in the front room until she called him. He went to the phone and called home, explaining to his Dad that he was going to stay over at Mac's house and would be home in the morning. All his Dad said was,

"Uh huh. I thought you said that you didn't like him Michael." 

"He's OK Dad, he's just a jock."

"All right, but be careful Michael."

To Be Continued… 



Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 04



When Jessica finally called him, Michael went into her room. As he passed Ann's room, Darlene was yelling loud for Mac to fuck her harder and faster. The whole thing was like a surrealistic dream. Michael hadn't even seen a real pussy for years and now everything was happening for him. Jessica was lying on her bed. She was wearing a short light blue baby doll nightie and matching light blue lace panties. She could have been PLAYBOY'S playmate of the month, right after her mother. 

She told him to get undressed and come to bed. Michael stripped down to his boxers and climbed on the bed with her. He held her tight and began kissing her all over, down to her titties, sucking lightly on her puffy nipples. She groaned and held his head as he sucked. Michael's hand dropped down to her panties and he lightly touched her damp slit. He continued this for at least twenty minutes, as she seemed to enjoy it so much. After a period of time, he swore he could taste cream coming from her titties. It was delicious, like warm ice cream. More than that; warm Italian Gelato. Michael had never tasted anything creamer than Jessica's titties. He could suck on them all night.

She told him that she was going to cum, just from his touching and sucking. Wonderful he thought. 

"Oh Daddy, take your finger out of me. I'm wet and I think that I'm ready. I want you to do it to me now."

"Right now Jess?"

"Yes, Daddy; Mommy needs you."

She reached in his shorts and took hold of his cock, stroking it gently. 

"Pull my panties down Daddy!"

Hooking his thumbs in her panties, he pulled them down her sculptured legs, then off of her feet. Dropping them on the floor, he concentrated on removing his own shorts, which wasn't easy as his cock was sticking out and very hard. She watched intently as he removed the last obstacle that stood in the way; of her giving up her virginity to a real cock. When his penis was finally free and he was totally naked, she smiled, spread her legs and motioned to him with open arms; to crawl between them.

"Is it going to hurt a lot Daddy?"

"I hope not Jess. I want you to enjoy it as much as I will. We are really going to do this aren't we?"

"Yes Daddy ... right now." 

Michael was on his knees, leaning on one hand, holding his cock with the other when Jessica said,

"I want to do it Michael. Let me put it in." 

Letting go of his penis, Michael placed both of his hands on either side of her. She took hold of it and moved it up and down against her slit, and her clitoris, making the head wet. It felt so good, he almost came right then. She moaned loud and told him how good it felt to her. She then guided it to her vagina and slowly pulled it in. 

"Oh God Michael, it hurts. Your penis is hurting me. I don't know if I can take it."

"Easy Jess, don't move. Hook your legs around mine and let's wait for a few minutes until the pain is gone."

Michael held himself above her for what seemed like an eternity, however was in fact only a few minutes. 

"It doesn't feel so bad now Michael, push it in just a little."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh huh ... but easy."

Michael moved his hips a fragment of an inch and Jess moaned. She was still holding on to it.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you Jess?"

"No, it felt good. It's in about half way. Push a little more."

He moved a little farther inside of her pussy. When he did, he felt her nails dig into his butt, so he pulled his cock most of the way out. As he was pulling out she said,

"No Michael, don't take it out. Do it to me ... fuck me please. Fuck me; I need you to do it to me now. Fuck me ... Fuck me. Oh Michael that feels so good. Do it a little faster ... please do it faster."

In the whole world, in Michael's opinion of course, there was nothing better than being with a girl who really wants to have sex and is doing it for herself, and not just the guy. Feeling her slippery vagina tightening around your cock, and having her tell you she wants you to fuck her; is the most wonderful thing in the world. God sure knew what he was doing when he invented sexual intercourse. He must have liked people a lot. No matter what happens, there are millions of people somewhere in the world fucking every second of the day and night.

It had only been a few minutes and Jessica was moaning louder. She apparently loved everything he was doing as she was begging for more. Michael felt her nails dig into his butt again, and felt her tense up. Her vagina tightened around his cock and she began to cum. As Michael was not yet ready, he continued faster. Jessica began to cry, and he asked her what was wrong.

"Oh Michael it just feels so wonderful. I didn't know it would be this good. You do it so, so well. I want to kiss you all over. Oh Michael, Oh God, I think I'm going to squirt again. Do it faster please. Oh, suck my titties. Bite them, fuck me; bite me. Oh God; Michael do it harder, please harder." 

She didn't say if she wanted him to fuck her harder or bite her titties harder; so he fucked her as hard and as fast as he could, and bit down on her nipple. As Jessica began to cum again, he could feel her juice squirting on his cock.

"Jessica, get ready I'm going to cum. Are you ready baby, because here it comes."

"Uhhh Huh!"

She was moving her hips as fast as Michael was moving his. They were fucking like two monkeys in the zoo, oblivious to any visitors watching them. This may have been their first time, but Michael knew that it wouldn't be their last. After he came in his new girlfriend, he pulled her close and held her tight not pulling his cock from her pussy. She said nothing, and took hold of his head, pushing it down to her titties. Michael took a nipple in his mouth and very lightly, began to suck.

"Easy Daddy. I love it when you suck on them." She said, "but Momma's titties are very tender right now."

About a half hour had passed when she told him that she wanted him to fuck her again. He explained, that his cock wasn't hard yet, so they would have to wait a little while. Moving down on the bed, she began to play with his penis. As her hand movements didn't quite get the reaction she was looking for; Jessica put her mouth on his cock and began to suck squeezing his testicles lightly. Seconds later Michael's penis was up and hard again. His cock just couldn't win over a girl sucking it that way. When he was fully erect, she got on her hands and knees; telling him to push it into her pussy from the back, like they had seen in the movie.

Michael got behind her, grabbed her hips in his hands, placed his cock at the entrance to her vagina and shoved hard. No matter how much he enjoyed doing it with her, he was getting a little tired and was hoping to get it over as soon as possible. She let out a light scream then fell forward; her face on a big pillow however still up on her knees. Michael moved up as far as he could and fucked downward. He had once, been told by a friend; that in this position his cock would come in contact with her "G" spot the most.

"Uh God, Michael what are you doing?"

"I'm fucking you baby. Do you like it."

"Uhhhh huhhh. I ... love ... it."

Two minutes later she came again, but it didn't stop her. As Michael fucked for everything that he was worth, she shoved her hips back into him. He could hear her voice whisper. 

"Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard."

Michael thought about all of the time and energy he had wasted jacking off when he was fourteen; when he could have been fucking Jessica. But when he was fourteen, she was only eleven. Her mom, liberal or not probably wouldn't have allowed it; well maybe? He wasn't sure. It was building again. He was going to cum once more. 

"Oh; oh; oh; oh." said Jess. "Cum in me Daddy. Squirt it deep in my pussy. Oh God; Oh God; Oh God; Michael!!"

His cum shot out like water out of a fireman's; high pressure hose. It was scary how much cum he had discharged into Jess, but he believed that she was finely satisfied. Easing his cock from her vagina, Michael lay down next to her. When she didn't move, he reached down and pulled the covers over them. 

It seemed like only minutes had passed, when sunlight came streaming in the window waking Michael and, brightening up the room. Jessica was still asleep and laying partially on his chest. Her nighty was open and her beautiful titties were in full view. The clock now displayed seven o'clock. He heard a light tapping and whispered in Jessica's ear, that somebody was at her door. Jessica strained to open her eyes and asked,

"Who is it?"

"It's your mother. May he come in?"

"Yes ... sure, come in mom."

When her mom walked in the door, Michael was a little concerned as Jessica sat up and her titties were bare, and as it was a little cold in the room, her nipples were hard like a pair of little clits. Jessica's mother made no mention of her daughter's tits, but asked,

"You two want some breakfast?"

"Not right now mom. We haven't even said good morning yet." 

"Maybe in a half hour baby?"

"Better make it an hour mom." Jessica said with a smile.

"Did you like it baby? Was it wonderful? Was it everything I said it would be?"

"Yes mom, it was wonderful, just like you said, maybe even better. If I had known Michael well when I was thirteen, I would have done it with him then. Mom close the door, Michael and I are going to talk ... OK?"

"At thirteen years old?" Her mother giggled. "I believe it. Your friends must have been "talking", all night. They're still asleep in my bed. I'm going to wait an hour then start breakfast. Remember little girl I expect you to wash your sheets, and mine later."

"OK mom, I will. I guess they are a little sticky. Remember Mom don't come in. We will come out when we are done... talking." Jessica turned to me and said, " Darlene missed church again. Oh well."

As the door closed, Jessica moved up to Michael and kissed him; while reaching under the blanket. She took hold of his cock and began to stroke it. 

"How is Mr. Dudley this morning. Is he up for a little more play time?"

"What did you have in mind Jess?"

"Maybe some 69 and a real good ... good morning fuck?"

"Sounds great."

They got it on again. Jessica loved to be fucked all of the time. When they were at school, she would stop him in the hallway and beg him to go somewhere, so they could do it. Twice they did it in the janitor's closet, even though the odor of "Pine sol" cleaner placed a damper on the event, and Michael missed his Physics class. 

They did it four times under the bleachers by the football field, instead of eating lunch. She was like a kid in a candy store. She wanted to do it so bad, that she didn't even mind the trash scattered around them. She was pleased that some smart student had brought an old ARMY mattress for anyone who needed it. She didn't do her homework most of the time and as Michael was at her house every night, he was beginning to fall behind also. It was terrible; but it was wonderful at the same time. 

He loved what they did together, and with her mother's permission, but the sex was taking up so much of his life, he didn't have much time for anything else. Michael and Jessica would be in her room fucking like wild animals, while her mother and husband du jour, were getting it on in the other bedroom. He thought that to an outsider it must have sounded like Saturday night in the local whorehouse. 

One Sunday morning, after they had been dating about six months, Michael was at home in his bed asleep about dawn; when a very warm naked body crawled in next to him. At first he thought for a minute that he was dreaming, but he wasn't. Jessica was in his bed playing with his penis. When she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck, Michael realized what was going on and lost it. 

"Did you at least lock my door Jess?" he whispered.

"Why?"

"I don't want my mom to come in and find you here sucking me off."

"Why, would she be pissed?"

"Well Yah!"

"I don't see why. My mother doesn't care if you fuck me all day and all night, as long as I'm happy. Doesn't your mom want you to be happy?"

"Jess, face it our mothers are from two different planets, and nether one of them is Earth. Your mom gets off knowing you are being taken care of sexually. My mom thinks that I'm still a virgin."

"Maybe I should tell her what a great little fucker you really are Michael." Jessica said with a naughty grin, "What do you think?"

"I think that mothers should not be involved in, or have knowledge of their children's sex lives."

"You sound like a passage out of law book Michael. Are you going to put Mr. Dudley in my pussy, or should I go to Barstow and give my Uncle a surprise visit?"

"You would let your uncle fuck you after everything he has already done to you?"

"It's either you or my Uncle Michael. I really need it, now."

It was like she was addicted to drugs, only her injections were between her legs. Michael jumped out of bed and locked the door to his room; while Jessica lay back and relaxed with her legs spread wide open. Michael was almost insane, but he was a man; and this little girl knew just what he needed. As he got back in bed she whispered,

"Come on Daddy, fuck Mommy."

They made love; no they never made love. They FUCKED hard, being as quiet as possible in light of the circumstances. After about an hour, Michael thought that they were pretty much done and relaxed. The doorknob to his room rattled, and his Dad asked,

"Michael, why is the door locked?"

Jessica swung her leg over Michael placing her pussy above his face; then stuck her head under the covers and took Michael's cock into her mouth.

"I, uh, wanted a little privacy Dad."

"Oh, yes. I understand. I'm taking your mom to church; then we're going to breakfast and then to the Mall. We will be back around two or three. Are you going to Jessica's house?"

"Probably." Michael stammered. He found it difficult to talk to his father when his girlfriend was sucking his cock. Especially, when her gorgeous glistening bare pussy sparkled, within licking distance of his face. She took her mouth off his cock for a second and whispered, 

"Lick my pussy Daddy. Suck my clity."

Happily his Dad said his goodbyes and Michael heard the front door close. As his parents left, his tongue slid up and down Jessica's slit, occasionally delving into her vagina. Michael had licked her pussy before, however she had never cum when he did it. He figured that he had not paid enough attention to her clitoris, so he concentrated on "the little man in the boat" as his Dad had once described it.

Jessica was back in her own little world of sexual pleasure. She was sucking Michael's cock like a highly paid porn star. At times he was concerned that she might suck something out that he really needed. She was the best he had ever encountered, and he believed at the time that he loved her. It was just that they didn't talk about anything really important. She wasn't interested in history, politics, sports, or much of anything else; just all forms of sex. 

When the four of them doubled dated, all the girls could talk about was how many orgasms Michael and Mac; had given them, like it was some type of competition. Sometimes, even though Michael was a male, he thought that there must be something more. He thought that; until Jessica made his cock hard again. That brought him back down to her level very quickly. He was her Daddy and she was his Mommy. Maybe, if she had ever shown a little interest in anything besides a completely biological relationship, they might have been married someday. They had never talked about having kids, and even though their nicknames for each other were "Mommy" and "Daddy", Michael didn't believe she would have the time or tolerance for children, which was OK with him, as he really didn't have time for them either.

Jessica was moaning loud as Michael continued to suck her clitoris. He was no longer just licking it, but had it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue and sucking a little harder than he normally would. 

"Oh God Michael."

He knew when she called him Michael; combined with the words "Oh God" she was really enjoying what he was doing. She let out a long moan; then began squirting her juice into his face and mouth. He thought at first that she might have peed as there was so much of it, but the taste of her pussy juice was delicious, and unmistakable. Lucky for him he began to cum seconds later. But Jessica was too wiped out from her orgasm to even swallow it. She just let run out of her mouth on to his cock and down on to his balls. He lay there for a minute or two admiring her beautiful hairless pussy and squeezing her butt cheeks with both hands. 

When she hadn't moved in several minutes, he gently pushed her off of him and crawled out from under her. She was breathing, but appeared to be unconscious. He felt at the time that he had done a good thing; and hoped she had enough for a little while anyway. It was now eight-thirty. Michael got out of bed and went into the bathroom. His legs were so weak; he had to sit down to pee. 

As he sat there, he wondered if there were any other girls anywhere in the world like Jessica, who were born nymphomaniacs. Actually she was not exactly a "nympho", as she did have a few other interests. He couldn't bring any to mind at the time, but he was sure there had to be some. When he was done, he walked over to his desk naked and picked up a dictionary. Looking up the word he found; Noun: nympho-maniac - a female with abnormal sexual desires. 

Michael guessed what may be abnormal to some; could be normal to others. Actually Jessica, her friend Darlene and Jessica's mother, would all probably qualify as sexually abnormal. But if they were in a room with two other females, they could be the majority, and the other two would be the abnormal ones. In fact, not knowing the sexual proclivities of the other two, you couldn't be sure what the majority was. Hell they might be nymphomaniacs too. Michael was getting a headache from all of the thoughts running ramped in his brain, so he lay down next to his little "nympho" and kissed her on the neck.

"Not now Daddy; Mommy is tired."

Thank God he thought; a light at the end of the tunnel. She had finally been satisfied; at least temporally. Now Michael knew the secret. Jessica's clitoris, had to be sucked until she came so hard that she passed out. 

"Mommy, we have to get up if we are going to breakfast. Come on, get up."

"Michael, you killed me. Nothing you have ever done before has been like that. You were wonderful. Just dig a hole and bury me somewhere."

"Aren't you a little hungry baby?"

"I'm starved; and I could eat a bull, balls and all; but I don't want to move."

"Balls and all. Where did you hear that?"

"It's one of my mother's favorite sayings."

They carried on the conversation with her eyes shut. She was refusing to open them, or even move for that matter. He had to remember this forever. Clitoris; clitoris; clitoris. Michael would never forget the girl's clitoris. 

"Get up baby. There's steak and eggs at the "IHOP" with your name on them."

"I'm really hungry, but I can't move. Michael what did you do to me?"

"Weren't you there?"

"Oh yes, I was there in the middle of the accident being run over by a truck. God Michael, I knew that you were good, but this was way beyond anything you have ever done before." 

"It was really just a little thing sweetie."

"A little thing; HA, HA! My clitoris is a little thing. Michael, do you think you can do it again?"

"Right now?"

"No silly, but in the future."

"I can try. Are you going to get up? I'm hungry."

"Yes, I'm getting up, but I'm not sure if my legs will work. Wait until I tell Ann about this. She won't believe it."

'Wow' thought Michael. She and her mother had a very special relationship. Michael felt it hard to believe that any mother and daughter were that close and shared everything. 




Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 04



Getting out of bed they cleaned up, taking a shower together. Michael was surprised; as Jessica made no movements to suck his cock, or bend over and play hide the weenie. She just methodically washed them both. She washed his cock, his balls, his butt hole and under his arms, but never said, or did anything sexual. It kind of reminded him of his mother washing him when he was little. 

After getting out of the shower, a normal Jessica would have dropped to her knees and placed her warm mouth on his penis, sucking it back to a hard state while lightly squeezing his balls. She would have smiled; a wicked little smile; and led him back to the bed. She wouldn't have had to say anything; she would have just spread her legs, displaying her tight little pussy, and crooked her finger letting him know she wanted him inside her again. But she didn't do that; she just started getting dressed. When she pulled her panties up, as only she could, Michael began to get hard. He got behind her and took hold of her titties, shoving his cock between her legs against her panty crotch. Then he ran one hand down to her pussy and began felling her up through her panties. God help him he wanted to fuck his little nymphomaniac again. 

"Michael! Is that all you think about?"

"Oh my God." he thought, he had broken her. She wasn't horney anymore. She didn't want to fuck him. He was devastated. Michael had killed the goose that laid the golden egg.

To Be Continued... 



Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 05



"Come on Daddy, let's get some breakfast. We can go to my house and play all afternoon if you want. My mom won't be home until late this afternoon."

She was OK. Michael didn't break her after all; Thank God. They went outside and he took his motorcycle out of the garage. She loved to ride behind him. She had told him several times that the vibration of the motorcycle made her pussy tingle. What a girl he thought. She looked so cute in her miniskirt and a motorcycle helmet, that he couldn't help getting excited.

They rode down the street at a very safe speed. Michael didn't want to take any chances with her on the bike. Although it wasn't yet nine o'clock, the waiting room to the restaurant was almost full, so they sat down and waited for a booth. A very large tattooed man, who looked to be a weight lifter on steroids, was giving Jess the eye. When she saw him, she grabbed Michael's face and kissed him then said reasonably loud,

"Oh Daddy I am so happy. Just think in six months we'll have a new baby girl."

She then put her arms around him and squeezed. The tattooed man looked away, and didn't look back. Her statement did the job in warding him off, but just for a second scared the hell out of Michael. Although he had suggested it, he was a little surprised when she ordered the steak and eggs. She had never eaten that much before, but she said that whatever he did to her caused her to really be hungry, and besides now she was eating for two. With her statement, she smiled and winked at him. Michael ordered coffee and a mushroom omelet, while Jess had a coke with her breakfast.

While they ate Michael sat there and stared at her. She was so gorgeous he couldn't think of what he had done to get her. Thank you God he thought. After they left the restaurant, they started for her house. It was almost eleven o'clock. Michael wondered all the way, if after the devastating clitoral stimulation that left her with no energy and the large meal, she would be even less interested in having sex. Soon after they walked into her house, she began to do a strip tease for him. 

She took off her shoes, long white stockings and her blouse. That left only a little bra on top; then she removed her mini-skirt; which left only a pair of cute little light blue thong panties. Michael sat there staring at her moves. She was as good as any stripper he could imagine, having never actually seen one in real life. Michael was temped to take some dollar bills and stuff them into her panties, but she disappeared into the hallway not giving him the chance. Suddenly her bra and panties came flying into the front room.

"Daddy come in her and make love to Mommy, and bring my bra and panties with you."

With his cock as hard as it was, it wasn't easy to get up from the couch. Carrying her discarded under things, he walked down the hallway and into her room. She looked at him with a sad face from under the covers of her bed. Her lower lip was sticking out.

"Why does Daddy still have his cloths on? Mommy wants to make love. Doesn't Daddy want to make love to Mommy, and squirt his cum into her pussy?"

As Michael got undressed all he could think of was WOW! When he was completely naked, with his cock sticking out like a big pink dildo. Jess looked at it, smiled and said,

"Oooooo, he really loves me."

Michael decided at that time; that the Arabs could keep; their promised seventy-two virgins. This young lady was as much as he could handle. As soon as he crawled into bed, Jessica moved down toward his stomach. With the grace and dedication of an Olympic athlete, she began sucking his penis. What could he say; the girl had talent. 

As she was busy, he positioned himself so his mouth was in direct contact with her little clit. Michael set out to do the same thing that he had done earlier in his own bed; and found with all of her screaming, thrashing and moaning, he was accomplishing his mission. 

She came harder than she had in the morning and she was out cold. Michael felt like a combat pilot who had just returned from his last sortie, and had never taken flack. Jess came so quick that she never gave him a chance to cum. She had rolled on to her stomach with her pussy open and available, so he got behind her and pulled her butt cheeks open. Easing his cock into her saturated pussy, he began to take his turn. He was fucking her very hard when she mumbled,

"What are you doing Michael."

"I'm not Michael," he said, "I'm George the Gardner, and I'm raping you little girl. When I saw you walking down the street in you catholic uniform; I knew that I had to have you."

She shifted her hips up allowing his penis to go deep, and said in a squeaky voice,

"Ohh Please mister George, don't rape my little pussy with your big peepee and squirt all of your creamy stuff into me. My mommy isn't home and if you keep doing it to me I just don't know what I'll do. But Mr. George ... you can do it a little faster, can't you?"

That was their first shot at make believe fantasy sex and it was great. They did it many times over the following year they went together. Sometimes Michael was a 'Police Officer and she was a prostitute'. They roll played the 'traveling salesman and the farmer's daughter', 'the supermarket delivery boy and the lonely housewife', among a long list of others. Michael even played the 'Cat, while Jess was the mouse'. No actual words were spoken. He "meowed" while he ate her pussy and she "squeaked" like a mouse in terror.

Keeping up the sex story chatter, he said,

"Little girl I'm going to squirt all of my cum in you tiny pussy and then I'm going to tie you up and fuck you again later."

"Oh please don't fuck me later. Please fuck me harder right now, Mister Gardner, I won't tell anybody honest."

With that statement they both began to cum. Michael lay there for a while, however as Mommy was off to never, never land he got out of bed and got dressed. Clicking on the TV in the front room, he kicked back and relaxed on the couch. He watched a golf match, where a newcomer named Tiger Woods was in the lead. When Tiger birdied the ninth hole he smiled. Michael thought, God that guy has a lot of teeth. About a half hour later Ann, came home. She looked at Michael and asked,

"Where's Jessica?"

"Taking a nap in her bedroom."

"What did you do Michael; screw her brains out again?"

"Not exactly, but close."

"I'll tell you, that girl doesn't think much beyond her next fucking. She is a lot like I was at her age; hell she's a lot like I am now. The girl loves sex. Well better sex than drugs. Sex is less expensive."

"Unless you get pregnant." Michael said.

"Tell me about it. Why do you think I have her on the pill?"

Not knowing what to say, he said nothing, hoping Jessica would soon wake up. When Ann sat down on the couch next to him, he became a little nervous. She looked at him and asked,

"Is Jessica enough for you Michael?"

"How do you mean Ann?"

"Does she give you enough. Are you satisfied with her?"

"Yes; absolutely. Jess is the best I have ever had. Why do you ask?"

Michael didn't really care much for where the conversation was going. Was she concerned that he might cheat on her daughter and break her heart, or what?

"Well I was thinking, if you weren't getting enough from Jessica, I would be happy to help you out once in a while."

WOW! He thought; he was being propositioned by his girlfriend's mother. What could anyone say to that? Did everyone move into a trailer park in the middle of the night? Ann had at least four dates every week, with different guys all of the time. She must be like a praying mantis and kill her lovers right after sex. 

"To tell you the truth, I can just barley keep up with Jessica. If her appetite for food; was as great as it is for sex, she would weigh four hundred pounds."

"That's my baby." Ann laughed, "She told me she would rather fuck with you than do anything else."

Michael wondered how many guys were privileged to be able to talk to their girlfriend's mother in such graphic manner? 'Come on Jessica,' he thought, 'you've slept almost two hours. Get up.'

"So Ann; do you come from a large family?"

"Two sisters and a brother."

"Are you guys close? I was just wondering, as I'm an only child."

"No we aren't really close. My brother Jimmy and I are now, but not when we were younger. He would make me go into his room three nights a week and suck him off, then he would fuck me usually two or three times until morning. I couldn't say anything; as my father didn't give a shit and my mom was afraid of my Dad. She used to go to church every day and pray for everyone; like that was going to help. While she was in church, my Dad would have my little sister Janet in the bedroom. He told me once that she was the best piece of ass he ever had. Too bad she couldn't handle it. I guess some people just can't."

"When Jimmy wasn't doing it to me, he was screwing my sister Deloris. My mom told me that Deloris is now a hooker in Hollywood. I suppose I would be too if it weren't for Jessica. My other sister Janet is in the Looney bin. She finally went off her rocker, as my Dad continually used her for his sperm depository. He is in jail now for raping his next-door neighbor. He probably should have stayed in his own backyard."

"I don't understand how you have come to forgive your brother. He raped you, made you suck him off and then he made Jessica suck him off."

"I forgave him for everything he did to me, as he really introduced me to sex and caused me to love it so much. By the time I was old enough, I was begging my brother to fuck me every day. As for what he did to Jessica; well she really wanted to do it with him. Actually it was more my fault than his or hers. She came in the house not long ago. A friend of mine was seated on the couch, where you are now; with his head back and his eyes closed. I was on my knees in front of him between his legs, really involved in sucking his cock. Jessica had been taught to never interrupt adults and stood there for a full ten minutes watching her mother giving head."

"I explained that it wasn't really sex. It was just something a girl can do for a guy to make him feel good. Well sometime later, she was at her uncle's place and saw him in the bathroom after he had just got out of the shower. He was sitting on the top of the toilet seat drying off, when his darling niece walked in, knelt down in front of him, took hold of his penis and began to suck on it. He wasn't sure how to handle it, so he let her complete her experiment and shot his load into her pretty little mouth. When I ask her about it, she said that her Uncle looked sad, and she did it just to make him feel better. She also told me that she liked doing it. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

TMI; Too Much Information. Michael realized that it wasn't Jessica's fault, as she was only doing what she had been taught. She became very good at it and now she doesn't want to go a day without it. He wondered at the time if sperm was addictive. Since then he had tried to find anything related to sperm addiction on the Internet, however he could find nothing. 

Jessica and Michael went together through junior college. How they graduated, he would never know but they did. After graduation, Michael went to UCLA for two more years, and they slowly drifted apart. Her mother told him later that she had moved to the desert, with her Uncle, to go to a college near his place. Michael rather doubted that was why she moved in with him, as he lives in Barstow California and there isn't a good college within a hundred miles.

"Where are you Michael asked Miyoko. You haven't said a word in almost an hour. I have been laying next to you playing with your penis and you haven't even reacted."

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about my business. I keep forgetting that I am on vacation, and with the most beautiful girl in Japan. You are the only girl I want and need. May I lick your gorgeous pussy, please?"

"Oh yes! Michael, I love when you do that. Someone taught you well, and; If you ever see her, please thank her for me."

By this time Michael was between Miyoko's legs again. His mouth was sucking hard on her pussy and clitoris; his specialty. Michael's lips were a little numb by now, like when he was ten and ate five Popsicles, one right after another, but he knew she loved oral sex so much, that he had to do his very best. Michael was trying something new; at least to him. He curled his tongue so it looked like a little pig penis, and shoved it into Miyoko's vagina as far as he could. The action was good for a while, however she kept whispering for him to suck her clitoris. He thought; if that's what she wants, that's what she will get. After a half hour and six loud orgasms, Miyoko passed out again. By noon, the little coffee and roll he had for breakfast, was doing nothing to quiet the growling in his stomach. When Michael began to awaken her she moaned and said,

"Michael, please fuck me."

She reminded him a lot of Jessica. Her sexual appetites were as strong; as Jessica's ever were. Michael took two pillows and shoved them under her tummy, lifting her butt up in the air. As her pussy was pink, open and inviting, he got behind her with her legs in the middle and his on the outside. Michael's cock was extremely hard by now and it found her swollen labia almost on its own. It felt like he was fucking butter, her pussy was so slippery and yet so very tight. In all the years since the Kama-Sutra incident and his darling Jessica, he hadn't changed his mind about sex. To quote Woody Allen, the famous Writer-Director, "Sex is the most fun you can have without laughing."

As Michael fucked his little sky waitress, he realized why the individual who originally designed women's bodies placed the pelvic bone where it is. So guys; would have something to hang on to, and something to pull on when they shoved. His continual pulling and shoving was creating a moan he hadn't heard before. It was more like a growl than a moan. It would be just his luck for Miyoko to be metamorphic and change into a Werewolf or a Vampire. Of course that wasn't possible; as he didn't believe in that Bullshit. Along with the supernatural growl; was the continual vaginal explosions, each time she had an orgasm. Michael had lost count.

The real problem was that all of these things occurring within her sexy little body; were causing him to be distracted. His cock was hard, erect, and moving as fast as he could push it, however he had no desire to cum. Michael supposed at the time he would just continue until his knees gave out or until he killed Miyoko from too many orgasms. 

It was told in Michael's family, that his great-grandfather's brother on his mother's side, who was a six foot three Irish farmer, married a little girl of fifteen in Ireland. Nobody ever said what happened, but she died; on their wedding night. Michael always wondered if he had fucked her to death. He guessed it's as good a way to go, as any. Later he married the twenty-six year old widow of the town clerk. She bore him three sons and two daughters. It was said that they were after a time, very much in love. He died at age eighty-six, leaving his wife, five children and eleven grandchildren. His wife who was seventy, died four days later, of no apparent illnesses. 

Miyoko was again completely out. Michael surmised at the time, that if he wanted a girl lucid, he shouldn't fuck her quite so hard. He knew that she would be out for a while anyway; so he opened the honor fridge and took out a trail mix energy bar, which was desperately needed to avoid starvation, and a small bottle of ginger ale. It wasn't a great combination, but it did relive the ravenous hunger pangs that were plaguing him. 

The television had an American channel and he turned it on. The only thing on was the "so called"; reality programs, and Michael just don't care for them. He guessed that it's an acquired taste like pussy, but he would take pussy anytime. Michael turned back to a Japanese version of old time sitcoms, where he had seen "I Love Lucy" and "The Love Boat". They were showing "Bonanza" in Japanese of course. It was ok, and although he didn't understand the language, except for a few words, the plots were usually similar and language didn't really make much of a difference. He didn't think it was supposed to be funny, but the Japanese voice over they used for "HOS" was on the "effeminate" side and made HOS appear to be a flaming homosexual. It was very funny and Michael laughed out loud. 

The station must have been on a limited budget, as Michael Landon's character, "Little Joe" appeared to have the same voice over. It was hilarious when the two of them talked to each other like a couple of West Hollywood "queens" having a marital dispute. A person had to pay close attention to their lip movement, to see who was talking. He recalled going to "Samurai" movies with his Dad a few times. It was a lot like that; only gay. 

After "Bonanza" came "The Brady Bunch". Now that's where they could have used the effeminate voice over; as one of the stars Robert Reed who played the father, Mike Brady was in fact gay. Looking over at the bed, Miyoko wasn't moving; however there was a very light kitten snore, coming from her direction. Michael didn't want to wake her, as he didn't believe it is a good idea to piss off the girl you have been fucking, so he switched channels and found a music station. They had four music channels to choose from. The first was heavy classical; Beethoven and his buddies. The second was Rock and Roll from the fifties. The third was music of the Broadway Shows and the fourth was something he would not even call music. Hip Hop, or Rap, was not in his opinion music. He believed it should be played on death row. Then most of the inmates waiting for execution would be happy when their time came. The Rock and Roll was in fact Rhythm and Blues, with a track of Elvis thrown in every so often. It wasn't his kind of music but it was better than the rest. 

A couple of hours passed and Miyoko, began to stir. Michael was next to her on the bed when she finally awoke. She looked at him and asked the time. 

"I don't even know what day it is and my watch is still on Los Angeles time, but it is still light outside."

"Are you hungry Michael?"

"Oh yah about that, I had a energy bar and a soda from the fridge. I'll be glad to pay for it. Just tell me how much."

"Don't worry, it's covered under my expense account. The company will take care of it. I'm getting up and we can have dinner if you want."

"Great. I'm still hungry. Do you know of any good restaurants around here?"

"I should Michael. I make this trip three times a month. By the way, I want you to know that you are the only passenger I have ever brought here."

"I believe you, and thanks that means a lot."

She sat up on the side of the bed and held her head in both hands moaning.

"Are you OK Miyoko?"

"Yes, but I feel like I've been kicked by a mule. Although I really enjoyed it, your penis should be registered as a lethal weapon. You are quite a good lover Michael. If we lived together, I think you would kill me in about a month."

"We don't have to do it anymore, if you don't want to."

"Are you crazy? I may never have sex like this again in my life. You know the kind that curls your toes. I won't give that up for a little danger and the slim possibility of death. No; I own you for two more nights, and I'm going to have all I can get."

"Let's go find something to eat." I said laughing. "I really need some calories."

"Do you like sushi?"

"I don't even like cooked fish. Raw is out of the question."

"They say that it's brain food Michael."

"When I took Psychology at UCLA, they gave us IQ tests as a scientific exercise. The Professor said that my IQ is well over a hundred thirty. Early man enlarged his brain with meat and sugar. I don't need brain food. I need something to keep my stamina charged up." 




Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 05



"Ok we can look for something else. What do you think you would like?"

"A double thick; chocolate malt."

They were both dressed and were ready to go out. She reminded him that they should, meet outside the hotel as the company frowns on flight attendants who have visitors in their rooms, when they pay the bill. She took the elevator down, and he caught the next one. When Michael got outside, Miyoko was waiting with a taxi. They got in and she told the driver their destination, in Japanese. 

"There are a lot of good restaurants in Osaka Michael. There are more Indian restaurants here than anywhere else in Japan, and there is a very good one called "Banjara". It is rated five stars but it is very expensive and you have to eat with your fingers. We just left the Hilton where they have a buffet that is also five stars, but I wanted to get out somewhere. "Los Inkas" is a very good Mexican and South American restaurant, but as you said you wanted a chocolate malt; I told the driver to go to "The Hard Rock Café." I think they will have what you want there."

The driver went down the street like his was the only vehicle in Osaka. Michael was more nervous than he was during the flight to Japan. Thankfully they arrived at the restaurant in one collective piece. They had to wait fifteen minutes until they were seated. He looked at Miyoko and wondered why she picked him? She was unbelievably beautiful and very sexy. They ate without much conversation, as the music was louder than normal. Michael had his chocolate malt and a cheeseburger, while Miyoko had a Cob salad and Ice tea. 

After dinner she thought it would be fun to go out to a nightclub. She found a Karaoke bar where the drinks were very good and the music wasn't quite as loud as the Hard Rock Café. Lucky for him, no one was required to sing, but if someone did the bartender would knock twenty-five percent off of the bill. They had a good time and left about ten o'clock. Upon arriving back at the hotel, they did the separate elevator trips again. When Michael arrived at the room, Miyoko was stripped naked and in the shower. She called to him to join her. As he got undressed and looked at her in the shower his cock started tingling and began to get hard. 

She greeted him with a nice kiss pressing her wet titties, against his chest. After washing each other completely, she began playing with his cock. She then bent over, looking at him over her shoulder. She smiled and pointed to her pink little pussy, inviting him in. Easing his overworked penis into her tight vagina, Michael groaned as it gripped his cock. He fucked her in the shower and then twice more in bed. She sucked him off again while he licked her pussy. It was three in the morning when they finally stopped from exhaustion. The bed was saturated, which cooled their overheated bodies. As they were both worn out, they fell asleep in each other's arms satisfied. 

They spent the following forty-eight hours wisely; having sex, eating and sleeping. However the time finally came when Miyoko had to report back. When Michael ask her about her schedule and when she would return to Japan, she said that it would be several months, as she had been assigned to a flight to Australia, then to Rome. After that she would be on flights from Rome to New York and back to Europe, for the rest of the year. She added that she was going to put in for a transfer to be based in Los Angeles, and she would call him when it came through. Michael just stood there as the 747 taxied out onto the tarmac. She was gone and he felt lost without her. 

To Be Continued...



Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 06



After calling his Dad, Michael picked up a large Frappuccino at Starbuck's. He should have bought Starbuck's stock when the price was low, he thought. While waiting for his Dad he drank the icy coffee drink, which brought back thoughts of the beach at Santa Monica and lazy summer days. 

He sat and watched the people going about their business, knowing that the remainder of the trip would probably be rather dull, without Miyoko. It was difficult to believe how much he already missed her.

His Dad had to drive twenty miles to the airport, so Michael timed it as close as he could, then took his bags out to the front of the terminal. He saw a shiny little black Honda pull up to the curbside, with his Dad behind the wheel; blowing the horn like a typical American. Michael's Dad got out of the car and hugged Michael; something he had not done in years.

"Hi Dad, it's good to see you. Where's Mom?"

"She is at your Uncle's house, working on a party."

"Oh God; not for me, I hope."

"No not for you. Sunday is your cousin Tomiko's twentieth birthday party and as my brother has no wife, your Mother is helping plan it."

"Tomiko is twenty? The last time I saw her she was still in high school. Remember when they came to California and we took them to Disneyland. She laughed and giggled on every ride. She even sat on my lap when we went on several of the rides. I can't believe she is twenty. A birthday party huh?"

"Yes Sunday. Your Uncle has arranged for a very large semi-formal party."

They got in the car and started for Michael's Dad's house. They chatted like a couple of parrots, in a pet shop. Michael's Dad asked about Lisa, and Michael said that she was Ok, but didn't mention about the breakup. His Dad suggested that Michael widen his horizons and look around for a nice Japanese girl as they make the best wives. 

"What is this thing you have about me hooking up with a Japanese girl? You married a girl from Ireland. I don't understand why you don't like ... uh .. Lisa?"

"Son I love your mother dearly and it's not that I don't like Lisa, but since I ... since we have been living in Japan, I have found that there is more to life than just a home, a wife and work."

"What? Don't tell me that you have a mistress?"

"Not exactly. Your Uncle has taken me into his exclusive men's lodge and we have our own Geishas."

"And ...?"

"And I have what you might call a young protégé. Her name is Sumi, which means elegant. You can believe me that she is very elegant; and she isn't much older than your cousin Tomiko. As young as she is, she has taught me quite a lot about life."

"Sumi? Sounds like a sushi dish. I can't believe my own Father is a dirty old man. What about Mom; does she know?"

"Hell no; and I don't want you to tell her either. What goes on in the lodge is just for the men. As a man I hoped that you would understand."

"Trust me Dad; I do understand and your secret is safe with me. I would never tell Mom. It would break her heart. I'm here on vacation; not to judge you."

"Thank you son. Do you think you would like to go to a lodge meeting with me some night?"

"I don't know Dad, let me think about it."

They got off the highway and drove through some very narrow streets. No wonder the Japanese make their cars so small thought Michael. When they went up a driveway and stopped in front of the house, Michael was surprised that it was so large and commented to his Dad,

"Your house is enormous. I didn't expect anything like this."

"Five bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms a den for me, and a sitting room for your Mom. There is a large sunken living room and a family room; also a nice kitchen; with all of the latest appliances. Nothing like our three bedroom apartment over my restaurant in the states."

"I should say not, we barley had room to change our minds in the apartment. But why did you get such a large house Dad? Your protégé doesn't live here too ... does she?"

"No of course not. She lives in town. When we first came here we were living with your Uncle, until we could find a place of our own. His house is three times this size or bigger. When I told him that I wanted a nice place that was fairly large, he said that he would take care of it. He has one of the largest home construction businesses in Osaka. He built his place and ours. Your Mom picked out the property as it has a nice ocean view. Wait until you see my entertainment center in the den. Your Uncle has a friend at Sony, who put it in for cost. It is almost like a small recording studio. Total surround sound and it has ten large speakers. It is very high tech. It's great when your mom and I are fighting, we go to our separate parts of the house until we both cool down."

Michael's Dad took him on a tour of the house and asked if he was hungry. Michael said he only had a cup of coffee since dinner the night before and was famished. 

"OK Michael we are going over to your uncle's house for lunch. He is expecting you." 

It was only a ten-minute drive to his uncle's house. The house was enormous, like an ancient castle of a Shogun warlord. As they pulled into the circle driveway, the Master came out to meet them. Michael's uncle was short but very strong. He had worked in construction since he was in his early teens. When he hugged Michael, it hurt a little. 

"Uncle I would like to say that I'm very sorry for your loss. Auntie was a very sweet person, and very beautiful."

"Thank you Michael. She has been gone almost two years. She passed just two weeks after our return from visiting you in California. That trip was her last request. I'm OK with her loss now, however when it happened I was numb. I had two daughters to raise on my own; not to mention the construction business. I must say it was very difficult for a while. The girls were in a private Academy and they only came home on the weekends. It was tough at first as the girls spoke mostly Japanese like their Mother, however I made it a rule that they would speak English when they were at home. Please come in and see our home. Make yourself comfortable."

Michael had thought his Dad's house was large, however his Uncle's house was like touring a museum. There was art of all types everywhere. His uncle had an eclectic collection of two Picasso drawings, a Monet, a Renoir and several Leroy Neiman originals and prints. He also had several Frank Frazetta paintings, and three Aldo Luongo serigraphs of the "Hawk". There were oriental vases, scrolls and Samurai swords everywhere. He was very proud of his collection and was adding to it all of the time. 

"Michael, I have something for you." 

He handed Michael a beautiful, highly polished walnut box. Michael opened it and couldn't believe what he saw. Inside the box resting on royal blue velvet covered interior was, a black handled Samurai sword. It was the most beautiful sword he had ever seen. The blade was engraved with a dragon, while the black speckled scabbard, was decorated with a white tiger and dragon design.

"It took an eighty year old craftsman over two years to finish this sword." said Michael's uncle. "He put his knowledge, his heart and his soul into it, and I want my only nephew to have it. I know that you will take care of it. Michael you must never forget the Golden Rule of the Sword, 

"Do nothing which may injure you or damage the sword."

"Please hang it in a place of honor in your home."

"I don't know what to say Uncle. It is the most beautiful piece of work I have ever seen. I will cherish it always. Thank you so very much."

"Nothing is to good for my brother's only son. You and you alone must carry on the family name. Now let's have some lunch." Upon entering the darkened dining room, Michael was strongly affected by the beauty of it all. The room was adorned with walls of black Teak, inlaid with purple velvet panels and a flawless marble floor, which had been imported from Carrara Italy, where the Renascence artist Michelangelo obtained marble for his most famous works of art. There were stained glass windows of ancient Samurai; in various; sword wielding poses. On the large mahogany table, Michael saw a spread that would have shamed the Hilton buffet. There was everything from Sushi to Kobe steaks. Soups, salads; and vegetables of all kinds; and several bottles of vintage wine were placed randomly around the table. Three maids in uniform scurried around at their Master's gruff commands knowing that they could be dismissed at the snap of his fingers. Michael couldn't have been more impressed. When his Mother came in the room he smiled and stood up, as he hadn't seen her since they had left California. She went over to him and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. "Michael I'm so happy to see you. It has been a long time without my baby."

"Mom, not the baby stuff again. I'm thirty-two and far from being a baby."

"No matter how old you are you will always be my baby Michael."

"OK Mom, ok. I'm your baby. Let's eat I'm starved."

"Yes!" Michael's Uncle said, "I'm starved also."

Michael was cutting into a thick buttery Kobe steak when in walked his little cousin Tomiko. She was gorgeous and looked a lot like her late mother. She was wearing her Academy uniform, which consisted of a long sleeved Navy blazer with a Gold and Blue Academy crest over the left breast, a white blouse, highly polished black shoes, knee high black stockings and a very short dark blue skirt, that just barley covered her panties. She had a cute button nose; full lips, deep dimples which showed even when she wasn't smiling, and dark brown almond shaped oriental eyes; that burned straight through anyone when she looked at them. Suddenly Michael had lost his appetite for food, and a new hunger was overpowering him. Oh God, why did she have to be his cousin?

"Hello Michael-san. It is good to have you visit us from America. Please continue eating your lunch, and I will join you." She sat next to Michael on his right then slowly turned her head toward him and smiled. Although younger than Miyoko, she appeared to be more sophisticated, more genteel and knowledgeable in ways yet unknown to him. She carried herself with an obvious air of breading; and a personal bearing, unknown to most American girls. "Are you enjoying you vacation in our country Michael-san?" she asked without any noticeable accent. 

"Yes Tomiko, Japan is wonderful, and very beautiful," said Michael looking straight at his cousin. "Have you seen any places of interest?"

"Like what?"

"Well we have a Universal Studios Park in Osaka. There are wonderful performances of the Kabuki. The Bunraku, is the oldest of all Japanese theater, and possibly the most understood. The word puppetry fails to encompass the complexity of the stories and the artistry of the puppeteers.

On May the 7th, they will be holding the IAAF Japan Grand Prix at the Nagai Stadium. On June 3rd, the Osaka Municipal Symphonic Band is scheduled to have a concert at the Symphonic Hall. Then in July there will ........."

"I'm afraid I will have to go home long before June. My business partner needs me. I don't think he can handle everything for more than about six weeks. That will be my limit I'm afraid. I will have to leave somewhere around the first of May."

"Why Michael?" Asked his Dad, "I thought you owned the business."

"Yes Dad, with my partner Jim Hutchinson. You remember Jim from UCLA, don't you?"

"Yes I do. A very nice boy."

"As he is at work every day, his marriage is already in trouble. If I stay away too long, it may end in divorce. As much as I would like to stay, I have to return by early May. I'm sorry Dad."

"I understand son. We will just have to make due with the time allotted."

"So Tomiko, Sunday is the big day," said Michael. "Twenty years old. I have a hard time remembering when I was twenty. What are your plans?"

"Well first, a good college, as I would like to teach eventually."

"Tomiko is in a post graduate teacher's course ay the Academy," said her Father with obvious pride.

"A teacher; that's wonderful. What grades do you want to teach?"

"I believe middle school Michael-san. According to my research, they are the students that have the most problems." She stated with a mature authority beyond her young age. 

"Junior High school. Yes I had a hard time myself."

They continued to eat and chat about all sorts of things; but Michael's interests didn't go much beyond an occasional glance at her gorgeous legs, and the fact that he could see the crotch of her yellow panties from where he was seated. 

"Do you remember when we went to Disneyland, Tomiko?"

"Yes, I was just eighteen years old. You were so gallant babysitting with your teen age cousin."

"I wasn't babysitting. It was fun showing you around and going on all of the rides with you. Remember the Matterhorn?"

"Yes I was so scared, I had to run to the little girl's room right after we got off."

"Tomiko, that is not appropriate language at this table."

"I'm sorry honorable Father. Please accept my sincere apology."

"Well it's ok, I guess we are all adults here, aren't we?"

They continued eating without much conversation, after that. When they finished, Tomiko said,

"Father; Uncle, I would ask your permission to take Michael-san around Osaka, and show him the various points of interest. Of course that will be after the party on Sunday."

"That is very gracious of you my daughter, however Michael may have made plans of his own."

"No sir, I have no plans." Michael said, "In fact I don't want to think about anything in general, until I return to California."

"Tell me son," his Mother said, "Why didn't Lisa come with you? We would have paid for her ticket."

"Conflicting schedules Mom. She is involved with many things."

"How is she? Are you two making any plans?"

"She is fine Mom, and no; no plans are in the works."

"Well when you return, give her our love."

"OK Mom. What time do you want us to return for Tomiko's party?"

"You will be staying for the weekend Michael, possibly even longer if you wish." said his Uncle. "As our honored guest you have a choice of staying in the main house, on the third floor, or in the guesthouse, on the hill beyond the Koi pond. The bedroom on the third floor is very nice, however the guesthouse will provide you with more privacy." 

"The guesthouse has it's own dish antenna." said Tomiko, "You will be able to receive all of the programs from the United States. I often go out there to study, or just to meditate. At the completion of lunch I will show it to you. I believe you will like it."

After lunch, Tomiko and Michael walked through her father's backyard. It covered about a quarter mile. They could have held drag races out there, thought Michael; of course the cars would tear up most of the gardens, but it was big enough. As they walked by the Koi pond Michael said,

"Those fish look like giant goldfish?"

"That is correct Michael-san. In the United States they are called Goldfish. They are Carassius auratus, or Koi; or if you wish, Carp. They only grow to the size of their environment. If you put them in a bowl, they remain small, but here in the pond they grow much larger."

"How big would they get in the ocean?" asked Michael.

"As they are fresh water fish, they would all die."

"Oh yah ... I guess so."

As they walked up the path to the guesthouse, Michael was watching Tomiko's rear end undulating in front of him. It reminded him a lot of Jessica's butt. It was very cute, and nicely rounded. She showed him through the house; the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom and the front room, commenting about the view of Osaka in the distance. 

The guesthouse was much larger than his apartment although the ceilings seemed much lower. She turned on the stereo and asked what type of music he liked. Michael told her that he preferred smooth jazz and she found a station. She removed her blazer tossing it on a chair and beckoned for him to sit with her on the couch.

"Would you like something to drink Michael-san? There is a full bar."

"No thank you, but maybe later." 

Tell me; are you engaged to that girl Lisa?"

"No, we broke up over six months ago, and I haven't talked to her since."

"You didn't tell your parents, did you?"

"No I didn't."

"Why not?"

"Because my Mom would come out with a long list of new prospects for me to date. She stays in touch with all of her old friends in California, and who their daughters are dating, and worse yet which ones aren't dating at all. My dad would lecture me on the fact that I'm getting older and have no plans to settle down. I just thought I might save myself some grief by not saying anything."

"So you are single; and not dating anyone?"

"That's correct." Michael said, concerned that Tomiko might want to fix him up with one of her girlfriends.

"Michael-san, we were talking about the trip to Disneyland. How much do you remember?"

"I remember it was hot, and we stayed until midnight. Why?"

"I'm going to tell you something and I want your promise that you will never repeat it to anyone. Will you promise?" 

"Yes, of course, if that's what you want."

Do you recall what we were wearing?"

"Yes. It was a hot day and I had on a pair of loose nylon shorts. I still have them. You were wearing a pair of tight silky white shorts and a pink top. I have a photo of you on my wall. The one you took with Goofy. You looked very cute." 

"Do you recall how you held me on the rides?"

"I had a hand on your tummy I believe and ..."

"... and a hand under my titties. It was rubbing them. You got me very excited Michael."

"I didn't mean to. I just wanted you to be safe. You should have told me."

"When we got off the Matterhorn; and I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I didn't have to pee."

"No ... then what?"

"When I was sitting on your lap, you had your hand on my stomach and your penis was rubbing against my rear end. I had my very first orgasm on the Matterhorn. My second was on Mr. Toad's Wild ride, and the third was on Space Mountain."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was exciting you. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It felt wonderful and I wasn't sure of what was happening to me. Why would I say something and spoil that? You were the first man to make me feel like a woman and the only man to ever give me an orgasm. I loved the feeling and I was very enamored of you. Don't you remember the following night, when everyone went to bed and I sat on your lap, while we watched TV in the dark?"

"Yes you were so fidgety, you couldn't sit still."

"Michael, I thought you would catch on. I was rubbing against you to get the feeling you had given me at Disneyland, so I could cum again. I came twice that night. If you had pulled your penis out, I would have let you do it to me right there, or I would have at least performed my first act of Fellatio."

"A blowjob?"

"What can I say, I was in love Michael. I still am."

"Tomiko, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry for being so careless? It was never my intention to ..."

"I am aware of that Michael and I don't expect an apology." 

Tomiko stood up. As I thought we were leaving I began to stand up also.

"Please stay where you are Michael." 

She got down on her knees in front of him, and pulled his jogging pants down around his ankles. She then sat on his lap facing him. When she pulled up her short uniform skirt, her yellow panties lit up the room.

"Tomiko, I don't think this is a good idea. Somebody might come up here; besides we are cousins."

"My father has returned to work. Your father went to his lodge, probably to have sex with his young Geisha. Your Mom is in her glory ordering the servants around getting ready for the party. It's just you and me, and I want to find out if you will do it for me again. Please take your penis out and rub it against my panties." 




Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 06



She didn't wait for Michael to move, reaching down she pulled his underpants to the side. She then took hold of his cock and placed it against the crotch of her panties. Moving slowly, she laid her head on his shoulder and moaned. When his hands grabbed her silky butt she moaned even louder and moved a little faster. It didn't take her a full minute, until she braced and came in her panties.

"Michel do you have any condoms?" she asked whispering in his ear.

"No. I don't use them; as I had a vasectomy five years ago."

"You had your Vas Deferens cut? You were sterilized?"

"Yes and I know it sounds selfish, but I just don't want children."

"Don't ever tell my Father, or your parents. They are expecting you to have sons to carry on the family name."

She reached down and pulled her panty crotch to the side. Taking hold of Michael's stiffening penis, she moved it up and down her slit and against her clitoris, then slid the tip up into her vagina.

"I have never been with a man Michael, so please go very slow."

"Tomiko, we are related. This is like incest and we really shouldn't be doing it."

"That is just somebody's stupid rule Michael. I don't want to tell anyone how to live, and I don't want them to tell me how to live either. I have always made my own rules." 

"Maybe we should wait a little while and think about it. There is no rush, is there?"

"I have thought about it ... I've thought about it for two years, and I don't want to wait any longer. Most of the girls at school have been having sex for years, but I have been waiting for you." said Tomiko, rubbing Michael's cock up and down her slit; with her eyes closed. "If you don't want me Michael; tell me now."

"Are you positive that this is what you want Tomiko?"

I have been planning it for two years, ever since Disneyland." She said, slipping his penis up into her vagina. 

"Ooooo, it's so big! Wait ... please ... stop ... it hurts Michael."

Respecting her wishes, Michael didn't move. After ten minutes or so Tomiko had moved down on to his cock a centimeter at a time slowly engulfing it fully into her vagina. She began to move very slowly, at first, in a back to forward ritualistic manner, groaning all the time. Within a lifetime of agonizing minutes she was moving as fast as Jessica and Miyoko ever did. She learned quickly, but Michael was a little turned off, from all of her pubic hair. He wasn't turned off enough to stop fucking with her however. 

She came three times in the first fifteen minutes of coitus. It wasn't loud like Miyoko, or as wet as Jessica, but when Tomiko came, her vagina tightened so much, that it caused him some little pain; but also quite a bit of pleasure. When she became aware that he had not yet come; she slowly slid off of his lap and down between his legs. Tomiko began to stroke his cock; then she leaned down and kissed it lovingly.

"You don't have to do that Tomiko."

"Of course I do Michael." She said with a smile, her dimples deeper than he had ever seen them. "I must do everything to please you. It is my quest and my main reason for living."

Lowering her head to his lap, she opened her full lips and slowly covered the tip of his cock, as she uttered sounds of contentment. Sucking very slowly at first, she alternated between licking the bulbous head, sucking it deep in her mouth and slurping his pre-cum juices as though they were from a ripe piece of fruit. 

Michael could just barley hang on. The feel of her mouth on his penis was incredible. He thought surely she must have done it hundreds of times. This was the best blowjob he had ever had; and this time he meant it. There could be none better, no mater who the girl might be. She wasn't just sucking him; she was honoring his cock, paying homage to it, giving it special respect, and treating him as though he were a King. 

Michael thought, through all of the pleasure she was providing, that he would have to come up with a new word. Blowjob just didn't come close to Tomiko's artistic endeavors. She was a magician and his penis was a magic wand. He could see through his state of elation, that Tomiko truly loved having his penis in her mouth. She had an oral fixation and his cock was like a piece of candy to a small child. 

Michael began to feel the building of a final climax, first a tingling in his lower back then electric shocks through his thighs. He was breathing heavy like a marathon runner in view of the unbroken tape. It was all he could do to groan in a whisper,

"Tomiko ... I'm ... going ... to ... cum. Take ... it ... out ... of ... your ... mouth."

She ignored his pleas; as a little girl might ignore her Father's demands to clean her room. She was stubborn but dedicated, desiring to give Michael all of the pleasure he could possibly handle. She had learned the sexual arts well from her Sensei. Michael was going to fill her mouth with his delicious cum and she was more than ready; she was eager, even though her mouth would mourn the loss of his beautiful penis. She knew that it wouldn't be much longer. He was ready and had to cum, as continuation of her sucking could cause him irreparable harm. She sucked as hard as she could, stroking his cock and squeezing his testicles simultaneously. 

All of a sudden, a few drops of a salty-sweet, creamy liquid dribbled on her tongue. She had done it; and Michael was about to deposit all of his semen in her mouth. Her Sensei would be proud. All of the endless hours of special training and practice with dildos had not been wasted. Michael was lost in his cousin's rapturous adore, and could hold back no longer. Their fate was sealed and he was not in control. He began to cum like it was the first time, and she was the first girl to suck his cock. The muscles in his groin controlling his ejaculation were flexing wildly, and pumping long strings of cum which spurted from his penis, filling Tomiko's mouth. 

Although Tomiko was elated and knew fully what was occurring, she was surprised that there was so much cum. Her Sensei had always taught her that most men would only squirt a teaspoon full of sperm. It seemed as though Michael was shooting liters of it. As quickly as she could, Tomiko swallowed it down, but as fast as she did, Michael filled her mouth with more of his delicious liquid. This day had been the culmination of her quest, from the first time she had climaxed sitting on his lap at Disneyland. 

This day would set a new quest however. Tomiko would do everything possible to find a way of being with Michael the rest of their lives. She looked up at him and smiled as he stiffened; in a dopamine induced state of euphoria. As the last of his cum dribbled on to her tongue; she swished it around her mouth, as an expert wine coinsure might do tasting a fine vintage. She swallowed the slippery liquid with full knowledge she must have more of it, and as often as possible. Michael would be her only source and she would have no other. 

He was slumped down on the couch breathing lightly, and had either passed out or was at least in a deep state of sexual release, Tomiko knew she had done well and brought all of the ancient Japanese sexual teachings into play; as she had to prove to Michael that even though they were cousins, they were also soul mates. 

To Be Continued...



Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 07



"Was it like you expected? Did I do it right? Was it good Michael?"

"You did that very well. It appears that you have had some practice."

"No Michael, you are the first man to have his penis in my mouth. At our Academy each girl has a Sensei. She is a special teacher or mentor. All girls have three; four hour private lessons a week; with their Sensei to discuss anything they wish. The Sensei is sworn to secrecy much like a priest in the Catholic Church. My Sensei was born in 1959, and was named after Empress Michiko; who was married to Emperor Akihito in that same year. As little Michiko's family was poor, she was placed in a Geisha program at age five. They paid the family a monthly allotment to keep her."

"During her time as a Geisha, she learned many wonderful and exciting things. She was taught ancient methods of entertaining a man; both intellectually and sexually. For some time she was a private Geisha to a famous American ARMY General. At my request she passed much of her knowledge on to me. Everything I have done with you; has been due to years of study, however no actual practice on a person. Is there anything that you would change? Do you have any sexual fantasies that you would like to pursue? Am I doing anything you do not want me to do? Please tell me if there is anything I can do to make our time together more pleasurable for you." 

"No ... well ... no forget it. It's nothing. You are wonderful and I am honored that you care for me enough to do the things you have done with me."

"Michael, please tell me what you desire. I have been in love with you since our time at Disneyland, and have been planning this since your parents came here. I have dropped little hints to your mother for the last two years; so that she would have you come on a visit."

"What kind of hints?"

"Well I believe the one that brought you here was", 

'Auntie you look so sad. I guess I would be sad too if my only son lived six thousand miles away and I hadn't seen him in years. It would be nice for you to have him come for a long visit, wouldn't it?'

"It wasn't long after that that my Uncle told my Father that you were scheduled to depart March 16th. You don't know how happy that made me."

"Are you telling me that this trip was all your idea?"

"Well ... maybe not all. Now please tell me what you want me to change Michael."

"I don't want you to change anything Tomiko, it's just that I would love to lick and suck your pussy, but your thick pubic hair has kept me from doing it. I prefer a pussy as beautiful as yours, without hair."

"I see Michael." She said quietly, almost embarrassed that she had not anticipated the situation, even though there was no real way of knowing Michael's preferences. She then lowered her head again placing her mouth on his cock. She began to suck on his penis once more. Her blowjob was much different than Jessica's, Lisa's or Miyoko's. It was so much better, maybe because as she stated, she really loved him; and she had studied how to do it for years. Tomiko didn't just suck it like the others; she made love to it. She adored it; she worshipped his penis like it was a little god. 

As she sucked, one hand slid up and down masturbating him, while the other squeezed his balls gently. She apparently felt Michael's impending ejaculation, even before he did and started sucking harder and moving her hand faster. Her head was bobbing up and down signaling him that her mouth was ready to receive his cum. 

Unable to hold back, his legs tingled, his balls tightened and his breathing quickened. As the sperm filled Tomiko's mouth, her eyes closed, and she sighed, allowing the salty, sweet liquid to slide down her throat. He lay back; as she moved both of her hands over his stomach and chest while she continued to nurse his shrinking cock, like a child with a pacifier. Ever so lightly, she began to suck him again, however as Michael had cum twice in less than an hour, the nerves in his cock were screaming, from the pleasure-pain of Tomiko's mouth. He hadn't been sucked off so much since he had dated Jessica twelve years earlier. 

However this time there was no feeling of urgency, as she wasn't sucking to make him cum. Michael felt that his penis was in her mouth, just for the pleasure of having it; in her mouth. She wasn't really sucking it as much as she was nursing on it. Several minutes later she took her mouth from his cock and ask,

"Do you enjoy my mouth on your penis Michael? Do I make you feel good when you cum?"

"Tomiko, please believe me when I say that you have sucked me better than any other girl. I love it, and I want you to do it any time you wish."

"I'm so happy to hear you say that Michael, as I would like to suck you at least once everyday, maybe twice. You give me what I truly need. I feel complete when your penis is in my mouth and you are excited. Your cum is wonderful to swallow and it makes me feel so good afterward."

"Tomiko, you were so wonderful that it was like having sex for the first time in my life. Never have I felt this way about anyone. You complete me totally. How am I going to go home knowing my loving cousin is six thousand miles away and that I may never see her again?"

"Do not think about going home Michael. Think only of making love with me, and the time we will be together. We have six weeks and I will make every moment we are together a lifetime of sexual pleasure, for both of us. You are truly my other half; my soul mate. I will never be complete unless you are inside of me, making love to me. Things always work out Michael. You will see; trust me."

The thought of having sex with a family member had been disconcerting at first. The real problem with family members being sexually intimate; was the fact that if there were any children from their union, they might have mental abnormalities. With Michael shooting blanks, he knew; that would not be a factor. They were just exercising together lovingly, so to speak, on a very intimate, sexually satisfying and secretive level. Michael had felt some little regret until he became aware of Tomiko's real feelings for him.

"Tomiko, maybe we should return, so nobody will become suspicious. Do you want to rinse out your panties. They are all wet and full of cum."

"No that would make them less valuable Michael."

"What are you talking about?"

"Burusera Michael! Do you not know about Burusera?"

"No. I've never heard of it. What does it mean?"

"It is a Japanese-English slang word meaning "bloomer seller". Many girls at my school and others; stop by a Burusera shop in the morning on the way to the school. We remove our panties and place them in a locker. The owner gives us a new pair of panties to wear all day. When we return after school, we drop off the soiled panties and pick up our own. The shop owner pays us between fifty and a hundred American dollars depending on how soiled they are and the age of the girl. If the girl is young, the price is higher. I would have thought you had seen it on the Internet. It's been going on for years."

"What does the owner of the shop do with the panties?"

"He sells them to men with panty fetishes, and they masturbate while sniffing them. In Tokyo it was outlawed in 1993, for girls under the age of eighteen, but underage girls aren't punished under the ordinance, so they are pretty relaxed about the whole thing. When the stores were shut down in Tokyo, the owners usually met the girls in the local karaoke club, or a restaurant. An exchange of panties and money is made there." 

"There are also some girls who cut out the shop salesman, and have their own clients. Some don't even sell their panties. They make a date to meet a client in a karaoke box, then let him put his face under their skirts and sniff between their legs for a while. They are called "kagaseya" girls; or sniff girls. They make about ten thousand yen for a date with a man. That's about a hundred American dollars. The problem with that is; sometimes the men become involved and they will slip a finger into the girl's pussy. Many of the girls begin to like it and soon they become prostitutes. I just sell my panties. These are silk and full of juice, and a little blood so they are probably worth around a hundred and fifty maybe two hundred dollars."

"But now that you are an adult, they might arrest you."

"No, because it's only against the law in Tokyo, and only if a girl is under age. Besides I'm retiring now that you are here. I have saved enough money over the last few years; almost fifteen thousand American dollars. Do you need any money Michael?" "No Tomiko, but thank you." 

It was hard for Michael to believe, but true. They got dressed then returned to the main house. Michael went into the kitchen for a soda while Tomiko went to her room to change into some clean panties. It was four o'clock Saturday afternoon and the party was scheduled to begin at six the next evening. Tomiko came down from her room about four-forty-five and asked,

"Would you like to meet my Sensei?"

"When now?"

"Sure we can go by the School. They are having a month long spring brake, so the only people there are the teachers. The dorms are empty."

"I guess it's ok, if that's what you want to do."

"I would really like you to meet Michiko, and I think she would like to meet you also. Are you hungry? There is a wonderful sushi restaurant not far from the house."

"No thank you. I hate fish, cooked or raw. I can wait until dinner, unless you are hungry?"

"I'm ok and I can wait also."

The trip to the School, took almost an hour. The school was located on the coast, along the main highway behind a thicket of shrubs; and surrounded by Empress trees. When Tomiko pulled into the large parking lot, they observed only six vehicles, and one of those was driving away. She parked and said,

"That's Michiko's blue Honda over there under the tree. Come along Michael."

"The trees with their purple flowers are beautiful." Said Michael. "Those are Empress trees Michael. It is a tradition, that when a Japanese couple has a daughter, they plant an Empress tree. When the daughter is ready to marry; the tree is cut down. The wood from the tree is used to make a dowry chest, and other wedding gifts. Throughout the Orient, Empress trees are believed to bring good fortune to the household and all who enter it. They went into the main building and walked down a dark hall, with walls that looked like walnut. When they came to a door, Tomiko knocked; then went in pulling Michael behind her. Michiko was in her mid forties, however looked to be younger, and was in excellent form. When she saw them she smiled and waived for them to enter. She and Tomiko began a conversation in Japanese. Michael didn't know the language well, but he did pick up a few words like "graduation", "February" and either the word "lover" or "goat". They both covered their mouths and giggled when Tomiko held up her hands about a foot apart. Michael thought that she may have been telling her teacher about a fish, someone had caught. Everything else eluded him. Tomiko took his arm and pulled him over to her teacher. Michael told her he was pleased to meet her and Tomiko translated. They spoke a little longer; then they both giggled. Tomiko bowed to her teacher, then she led Michael out of the office. He thought they were going back to the car, but Tomiko took him down the hallway in the opposite direction and up two flights of stairs, then down another hallway. They walked up to a small dark door, and Tomiko slid a key into the lock. Looking at him she said,

"Michael, this is my room. I share it during the school year with a girl named, Yatsumi Yakamoto. She is in Europe with her parents on vacation. Come here to my bed Michael, I have something to show you."

Tomiko turned away from him, then pulled her panties from her right leg, allowing them to hang from her left thigh. She then lay down on the bed, and pulled her short skirt up to her stomach. When Michael looked at her pussy; it was shaved clean, and it was a beautiful site. She looked at him and asked,

"Like this Michael? Is this what you wanted?"

The sight of her bare pussy was mesmerizing and attracted him like a magnet to steel. He said nothing and got on her bed, moving between her legs. His mouth quickly moved to her pussy, licking and sucking. Michael moved his tongue up and down her bright pink slit making sure it slid across her clitoris, and back down to her vagina. Holding her pussy open with his thumbs, he placed his whole mouth over it and began sucking on her labia. She held his head tight with her fingers in his hair, and made a continual grunting sound. 

"UH uh uh uh uh uh ...Aaaaaaaaa, Ohhhh God; Oh God; Oh God...Oh Michael." 

As he looked up at her, Michael saw that her eyes were shut, her mouth was open, but no words were developing. Her pussy was gushing a large amount of liquid, some of which was coating his tongue, and the rest slowly oozed down between her butt cheeks. He figured that she was at least halfway there; so he got off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head, dropping his pants and shorts, and quickly removing his shoes and socks. He then crawled between her legs; lowering himself down. Guiding his penis into her vagina, he began to fuck his little cousin again. 

As his cock slid deep into her, he sucked her titty through her blouse. Pulling her blouse open and unclasping her bra, she squeezed her tities together offering them to Michael; as it might have been done in an ancient Aztec rite. As he sucked her nipple, she moaned louder then started to cum again. Moving much faster, he doubled his efforts, his cock penetrating her deeply. Michael felt her legs hook around his, and her fingers grasp his butt cheeks. 

Excited as he was, there was no hurry for him to cum, however Tomiko was really into it and began to spurt again. She lay there while he got off of the bed and turned her over. Moving in behind her, he grabbed her hips pulling her up on her hand and knees; then slowly and meticulously eased his penis into her vagina. By this time Tomiko's hips were pushing back hard and she was moaning, 

"Do it as hard as you can. I want you deep in me Michael. I want to be part of you. Fuck me Michael; please fuck me hard." 

As he pulled on her pelvis, Michael felt his cock bump against her cervix. But he didn't have to excel in his actions, as Tomiko's vagina was sucking and milking his cock. Except for Jessica, he had never had a girl so tight and so willing. After about forty minutes, he felt the sack around his testicles tighten. Electric shocks tingled in his thighs, and his knees were in pain. Tomiko's hips were bruised where Michael's hands had been gripping her. She muffled a scream and came hard, falling forward into her pillow, pulling him with her. As they struck the bed she stopped suddenly; and his cock rammed deep into her as he expelled his semen.

Michael lay there on top of her, sweat emanating from every pour of his body; his breathing sounding like a quarterback in a Superbowl game who had just been sacked. He could feel the tremors, pulsing through her tiny body, as she lay under him, her vagina automatically squeezing his cock like a milking machine, hooked to a cow's tit. Several minutes had passed, when he began to lift himself off of her. 

"No Michael, don't pull it out. I love the feeling of being filled with you."

"Tomiko, I'm so heavy on top of you; and I'm dripping and getting your uniform all wet."

"Your wetness feels good and it's cooling me off. You got me so hot; I thought I would burn up. Please don't move."

In an attempt to take some of the pressure off of his little lover, Michael rested on his arms and propped himself up on his knees. He felt his cock slide about half way out of Tomiko's pussy. It was strange, but it hadn't gone down and it was tingling. This had only occurred once with Miyoko and three times with Jessica. His cock was still hard, even though he had just cum. This was an opportunity, which could not be ignored, and he felt that Tomiko really wanted more, but had said nothing.

Pushing his hips forward, his cock slid back into her wet velvet sheath. She grasped her pillow and moaned into it loudly, as Michael began to fuck her even harder than he had previously. It was obvious that she had no strength to fuck him back, as she just lay there allowing him to use her like a rented; five dollar whore. However after several minutes it became evident, through the movements of her butt, the grip of her vagina, and her steady moan, that she was again becoming aroused. 

"Michael ... Michael ... Michael." she whispered, repeating his name as if she were in a nunnery reciting Gregorian chants. He thought he was hurting her when she cried out,

"Aye; aye; aye; aye; aye; aye; aye; aye."

Not slowing down in his assault, he asked,

"Are you alright?"

"Ooooooo Yessssss ... yes ... yes ...."

As she said that, she lifted her butt off the bed pushing it back against him and climaxed, harder than he had witnessed prior to this event. Even though Michael's heart was pumping at an alarming rate, and he was having a difficult time catching his breath, he continued pushing himself into her. Although her vagina was squeezing him, her body laid limp beneath him. His fluids were building in his testicles and he felt some relief that he was about to cum, as he believed he would surely die, had he kept going at this rate for much longer. As Michael came, he moved forward and lightly bit the back of Tomiko's neck, but not hard enough to leave a mark.

His final climax and biting her; triggered something deep inside of her and she began to gush more of her juice with little or no effort. It was so warm, from their coupling that he moved off of her and laid down next to her. She slipped out of her blouse, dropped her shoes to the floor and pulled her skirt completely off. She was naked except for the white stockings around her ankles, and her white panties clinging to her left thigh. Snuggling close to him, she kissed him lightly on the earlobe and whispered,

"If I lost you Michael, I believe that I would commit seppuku."

"I don't ever want you to say that you would commit suicide for any reason." he said in a loud infuriated voice, "Do you understand me? The loss of you to the world, and the people who love you would be devastating. Is it because you feel guilt or shame for what we have been doing?"

"No Michael. No guilt or shame. I would tell the world what a wonderful lover you are, if I could do it without hurting anyone."

"Knowing that I was the cause of your death would drive me insane." Said Michael. "You must promise on your honor, as the only girl I have ever loved in my life, that you will eradicate all such thoughts from your mind forever. Right now Tomiko; I'm dead serious. If you really love me, you will make a solemn oath to me immediately."

"Please forgive me Michael. I love you so much that the thought of living without you brought the ancient ritual to mind. I promise with all my heart I will never think of it again. You said, that I'm the only girl you have ever loved in your life; honestly?"

"Yes. I think that on some level, I knew it when we first met, but I just couldn't admit it to myself because of your age and the circumstances of us being related. I realize now that I have been looking for you all of my life."

"Oh Michael, you have made me so happy; I can't control my feelings for you, but I think I may have and answer to our situation. When we talk to our parents, please go along with what I say to them."

"Of course. Whatever you wish."

"Do you remember when we were at Disneyland and I told you that I liked Pinocchio, then you bought me a doll and the video tape, as going away presents?"

"Yes, I remember. It was funny, but I bought the Pinocchio DVD just a year ago, and I wasn't sure why. Now I think I know."




Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 07



"You answered my wish Michael."

"What wish?"

"I have laid on this bed every night sense then, wishing on that big star right there; low on the horizon. Wishing that you would come and take me away with you."

"You mean that one, that isn't twinkling?"

"Yes Michael."

"You know Tomiko, things might have moved a little faster, if you had picked another star."

"Why Michael?"

"Because that is not a star; it's a planet. Stars twinkle, but planets don't. I believe that's Venus." 

"Oh Michael, you must think that I'm so stupid."

"No you were just young at the time. You are far from stupid," he said kissing her forehead.

To be continued... 



Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 08



As it was getting late, and they were to be at Tomiko's house for dinner, they got dressed and left the school. She drove much like the taxi driver that had taken Miyoko and Michael from the airport to the hotel. Suddenly Tomiko pulled up into a parking lot, turned off the ignition, and exited the car like she was in a Stock Car race, and had to make a pit stop, with only the statement,

"Wait here. I'll be right back." 

She ran through the parking lot into a drug store. Three minutes later, she was back with a small package and they were off again. 

"What was so important, Tomiko?"

"My Sensei, told me about a depilatory that is used primarily for removing pubic hair. When I shaved; it didn't seem as smooth as you might have wished." 

They arrived at her house in forty-five minutes flat. When they walked into the dining room, Michael's Mother was seated at the dinner table, drinking a glass of wine.

"I'm sorry we are late Auntie, is my Father angry?"

"I wouldn't know. He isn't here and nether is your Uncle. Well I suppose there is no reason to wait dinner any longer." She said in a surly tone.

She signaled the maid and told her to beginning serving dinner. The maid served Michael first, due to the Japanese custom of him being the man. It was some type of fish soup.

"I hope you like it Michael-san." The young maid said smiling and flashing her eyelashes.

"He doesn't like fish of any kind. Take it away... immediately." Said Tomiko, with a snarl, letting the maid know that he was off limits to her.

"Yes maim. I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Just do it." Tomiko said, scowling at her.

"Yes maim."

She then placed the soup in front of his Mother. The maid hurried back to the kitchen and returned with some soup for Tomiko, and a salad for Michael. They ate in silence, except for his Mother's continual grumbling. Michael was startled; as every so often he heard his Mother utter a swear word, cursing his Father for being so insensitive. 

About half way through the salad, and a very nice; full-bodied, white wine; both Michael's Uncle and his Dad came in the front door laughing at something not privileged to the rest of the family. 

"Thank you for calling and letting me know that you were going to be late, Dear." Michael's Mother said to his Father sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of the time."

"Oh good dinner is ready." Said his Uncle. "Let's eat brother, I'm starved."

After that they ate in silence. At the close of dinner, Michael excused himself, wishing everyone a good night, and left the house via the garden door. When he arrived in the hilltop hide away, Tomiko came out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of black satin panties, a t-shirt that said, "PARTY GIRL", and some knee high stockings. She placed her arms around him and said,

"Michael, do you think that the maid that served us dinner is cute?"

"I didn't look at her," he said, a little white lie on his lips. "I don't recall; why?"

"I think that I will have to tell my Father to dismiss her."

"Why would you do that?"

"I think that she likes you Michael."

"Don't do that Tomiko. I have no feelings for her whatsoever. The poor girl is just trying to please everyone. You are not that mean, are you?"

"No ... but if she ever looks at you that way again ... well let us just say; it won't be pretty."

"Jealously in such a sweet little girl. Don't do that. You are the only girl in the world for me; honest."

"I won't say anything to my Father, but just for you ... Michael. Do you like my panties?"

She began rubbing herself against him like a kitten looking for affection. Reaching down, she rubbed her hand against his groin area. When his penis began to get hard she said,

"Mmm, You do like my panties."

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. She had him stand by the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him. After pulling down his pants and underwear, Tomiko, began stroking his cock. She then pushed him back gently until he was seated on the side of the bed. She placed her mouth on his penis, sucking it hard. 

Michael was almost ready to cum, when they heard somebody, knocking at the front door. Tomiko told him to answer it, and said not to let whoever it was into the bathroom. Michael pulled up his pants and slipped on his t-shirt, slowly walking to the door, expecting the worst. When he opened the door, he found his Mother crying.

"What's wrong Mom; why are you crying?"

"Your Father has me so upset."

She walked in and started for the bathroom.

"I need some tissues Michael."

"There are some on the end table next to the couch. Come over here and sit down."

She proceeded to tell him that his father had changed a lot since they came to Japan. She suspected that he might be having an affair, and wanted Michael to follow him. He explained that he would not be a spy for her, or for his Father for that matter. He was not the type of son to get involved in his parents marital disputes. 

Michael suggested she confront his Father with her suspicions, and talk it out. The conversation went on for an hour, until his Mother left. When he tapped on the bathroom door, Tomiko peeked out.

"Is she gone?"

"Yes ... finally."

"Come on Michael, let's go to bed. My butt is sore from sitting on the hard toilet seat. Please massage it for me."

They got into bed. Tomiko lay there on her stomach and Michael rubbed her butt as requested. As his hand slid over the perfect mounds, a finger would on occasion slip down between her cheeks, touching her butt hole, and further down to her puffy vaginal lips. She moaned and lifted her hips to make more contact. 

Sliding a finger into her pussy, he felt that she was wet and wanted more. Moving on top of her, he slipped his cock into her vagina. She turned her head and looked at him smiling, an inexplicable smile. She was hot and willing to do anything he wanted. Tomiko was the perfect mate, even though she was his cousin. 

"Oooooo, you are so good for me." She moaned, as she came spraying his groin area with her juices.

"You are perfect for me also. I will never have another woman in my life."

After she came again; he held her tight. Lying down beside each other, they looked deepin each other's eyes.

"We can no longer trust the privacy of this place, Michael. We will have to find somewhere more secluded. We will see about it tomorrow. There is a nice hotel called the Sabashi Omi Hotel in Osaka. It is out of the way, and it isn't too expensive. 

Several of my girlfriends at school take their men friends there. They day clerk doesn't ask any questions and I will make the arrangements. I think I should go now. I'll see you in the morning."

She bent down and gave him a long lingering kiss. Michael touched her titties; then slid a hand down to her dripping pussy. As they kissed and he felt her up she said,

"Well I guess I don't have to go ... quite yet."

As he was on his back, she crawled on top of him and eased herself down onto his cock, sliding down slowly, as it disappeared into her vagina. She moved like a little girl on a wooden rocking horse, but very slow and very methodical. Her eyes closed as she leaned over and placed her warm hands on his chest. Michael reached up and took both of her titties in his hands, squeezing them. 

She began to move a little faster, as the intensity grew between them. It took almost an hour to reach a peek of total sexual excitement, and she was now riding him like a rodeo star trying to remain on her steed. 

Feeling the sperm, building in his balls, he grabbed her hips and thrust his pelvis upward, impaling her and causing her to groan. Tomiko's eyes were still closed, and everything except her quest for an orgasm was shut out of her mind.

From his angle he could see her moving very fast up and down, as her pussy enclosed his penis, then moved up almost letting it escape its warm wet captivity. She continued this for several more minutes, until he was witness to a gush of cum, running down his cock, onto his crotch and balls. It was wonderful, but it wasn't his cum. Tomiko had a tumultuous orgasm, and had fallen forward onto Michael's chest, breathing like she had finished third in the LA Marathon.

She didn't move. The only way he could tell she was still alive was her breathing and the vibration of her vagina around his cock. It was cool and they were both wet, so he pulled the covers over them. Michael knew that she didn't want to stay until morning, so he lay there watching the clock. 

As he had not yet cum, his penis was still hard and snuggled deep into her pussy. Slowly he moved his hips upward, fucking her at a slow pace. It didn't take long that he was shoving as hard as he could in an attempt to bring some relief to his pent up lust. She was finally awake and began to move faster, helping him fuck her.

"Michael ... Oh ... Michael ... you do it for me so well. Please don't ever leave me. I couldn't go on, now that I know why I was born."

It finally happened. They both came at the same time, clutching each other in a fit of passion and lust, their fluids mixing in her vagina. 

Michael's mouth was on her neck sucking hard as she emitted an almost undetectable scream. He held her tight in his arms, as his flaccid penis slowly, slipped from her tight vagina.

"Noooo. Don't take it out yet." She whispered in his ear, her tongue following her words, reaming his ear in a feeble attempt to build Michael's excitement one more time. She was not completely satisfied, and he would do anything not to disappoint her. 

Michael moved out from under her, ignoring her complaints. He turned her over on her back then quickly moved down between her legs, placing his mouth on her pussy and began to suck hard. Her clitoris was swollen and larger than any other he had ever seen. It had to be a half inch in length and very stiff, like a tiny penis. Her mound was free from hair and slippery with their fluids. Michael was going to work some of his magic, and he knew she was ready for the show.

It only took three minutes for Tomiko to cum again. His face felt like he was in a rainstorm of her delicious fluids. The pain from where she was pulling his hair; was strangely satisfying as he knew that he was making her feel wonderful. 

From past experiences, Michael was aware that he was on the brink of a sexual breakthrough that would make her want him forever. He continued sucking and licking until, he heard a snap in her vagina, reminiscent of Miyoko's climaxes. She then let go of his hair, and fell back into the soft pillow, her arms flopping out to the side devoid of strength.

He got out of bed and went into the bathroom for a towel. After drying off, he returned to her and patted her gorgeous body dry. She did not move. It was one in the morning before his little love mate finally regained consciousness. 

"What time is it Michael?" she groaned.

"A little after one."

"I guess I had better go." She said reluctantly.

"Probably a good idea."

She sat up on the side of the bed, looking at the floor, her hands resting on her knees. A few minutes later she stood, wavering a little, then slowly walked into the bathroom. Michael heard the water run in the sink for a minute; then go off. She walked out several minutes later fully dressed and came over to the bed. She leaned down and kissed his numb lips and said,

"Goodnight Michael. I'll see you at breakfast."

"Good morning, Tomiko, and happy birthday."

"Thank you Michael; and thank you for the fabulous present."

The morning came quickly, and Michael unwillingly dragged himself from the bed. Taking a quick shower and brushing his teeth, he got dressed and as he was about to go out the door to the main house, the telephone rang. Michael picked it up and said,

"Hello?"

"Good morning lover. Would you like a nice blowjob; or some of my wet hot pussy?" Tomiko whispered.

"Who is this?" asked Michael with a smile.

"That's not funny Michael," Tomiko said abruptly. "Come down here and have breakfast. Everyone is waiting."

Telling her that he was on his way, he laughed and hung up the phone. It was eight o'clock and there was a gentle breeze coming from the ocean. As Michael walked past the Koi pond, he thought about how the last few days had changed his life forever. 

As he walked in the house, and sat down at the table everybody was talking about the party, and what still needed to be done. The cute maid poured him a cup of coffee, keeping a watchful eye out for Tomiko as she poured. There was a pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice on the table. When Michael reached for it, he heard Tomiko's voice.

"I'll get it Michael-san."

She poured him some juice as he sat there looking at her. She was beautiful, and she was wearing a traditional White and Gold Geisha kimono and had her hair up, with long silver pins in it. On top of her head was a silver hair comb. The only difference between her appearance and a Geisha was, Tomiko had no white make up on her face. Michael's Father who was seated at his right said,

"Now that's what any real Japanese man should be looking for in a wife."

"Father, I'm sorry but I have already found the love of my life, and I am extremely happy with her."

Michael saw Tomiko smile as she moved toward the kitchen. She knew he was talking about her.

"Uncle, why is Tomiko serving breakfast on the day of her birthday celebration?"

"It's a custom my wife started when the girls were little Michael. The person who is having the birthday, serves breakfast thanking the parents for allowing them to be born."

Tomiko then returned with Michael's breakfast. She asked,

"Did you sleep well Michael-san?"

"Very well Tomiko. Thank you." 

"Michael-san, my Sensei gave me some tickets for tomorrow nights' performance of the Kabuki. Do you think that you might like to go? The tickets are for the last show of the evening. It begins at ten and lasts about three hours. Will that be too late for you?"

"No; that's not too late. I can always take a nap during the day, before we go."

"Oh ... I have always wanted to see the Kabuki." Said his Mother. "Do you think there are more tickets available?"

"No they are sold out Auntie, but if you wish I'll get tickets for you and Uncle for the next possible performance."

"That would be wonderful. Thank you Tomiko." 

"Michael-san it is a beautiful day. Would you like to take a drive down the coast and maybe; lie out under the sun or go swimming? The weather report says the water is unseasonably warm."

"Your party is tonight my daughter. I want you to be here on time."

"We will be back in plenty of time Father. I want Michael-san to enjoy his vacation as much as possible." 

At nine-thirty, Tomiko went upstairs to her room and changed. She wore a pair of white shorts and a light blue blouse, that showed a little of her midriff, white running shoes and some knee high white stockings. 

Michel returned to the guesthouse and picked up a pair of shorts, then met her at her car. They took off and drove toward Osaka. She pulled into the back parking lot of the Sabashi Omi Hotel. She told him to come with her, and they walked into the hotel via the back door. 

At the registration desk she ask for "Kingi". The clerk on duty went to the back room and seconds later Kinji came out.

"We were referred to you by my classmate Yatsumi Yakamoto. She said that you would take care of our needs. We would like something in the back, out of the way."

"For today only?"

"No. Until April 28th. Can that be arranged?"

"That would be twenty-four days at sixty-four dollars a day American, plus twenty dollars a day for ... special handling, said Kingi checking his calculator a second time. That is two thousand sixteen dollars. Will that be ok?"

"That will be fine." Said Tomiko, with a smile opening her purse and removing an envelope. After counting out the cash, she asked, 

"Is the room ready now?"

"Yes of course. Room 2106. If you wish to avoid the Lobby, there is an elevator down the hall, in the back adjacent to the rear door. Your key card will activate it. Say hello to Yatsumi for me."

"I will. Thank you."

They went back down the hallway, and located the elevator. It took them to the twenty-first floor. Room 2106 was just ten feet from the elevator. When they went in Tomiko looked around and said, 

"Now this is a little more private than the guesthouse, is it not Michael?"

"Yes. It is very nice and very private. Tomiko ... I want to help pay for the room. It's only fair."

"Don't be silly. The money came from the Burusera. I didn't really work for it. Besides," she said with a sly smile, "I will get my money's worth."

With that statement, Tomiko took off her shoes and stockings, her blue top and her white shorts. She was down to her panties and a bra. She then crawled on the bed and looked into Michael's eyes seriously. 

"Come here Michael, I want you."

Michael quickly stripped down to his boxers, and got onto the bed. Taking Tomiko in his arms, he kissed her long and deep. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and treated it much like she was sucking his cock. He found that she talents yet undiscovered. They had never attempted 69 before, however when Michael suggested it, she smiled and nodded her head. 

He removed his underpants, as Tomiko slid her panties down her shapely legs. She dropped them to the floor and asked what she should do. He told her that as he was larger, he would be on his back and she should be on top of him with her head toward his feet. When they were in position, he felt her mouth cover his penis and with her hands cradling his butt, she began to suck. Michael's tongue found her slit and licked then sucked her clitoris and labia. She groaned with delight and sucked even harder.

They had been involved for about fifteen minutes, when she stopped all movement and said,

"Oh God Michael, it's coming."

Seconds later her nails jabbed him in the butt, and a thick creamy discharge came dribbling out of her pussy. Her momentary hesitation was over and she continued milking his cock with her mouth, while he lay there licking her lightly. 

Soon after, the feeling he enjoyed most; began in his back then down to his balls. As they tightened, his legs began to tingle and his cum spurted into her mouth. In the few short days of practice she had become an expert, and swallowed his cum with a gulp. She then slowly turned around and crawled into his arms. 

"Michael will you take me to Disneyland?"

"In Tokyo?"

"No; in California."

"When?"

"When I come to California; to live with you."

"You want to come back with me to California? That would be wonderful, but what would your Father say?"

"Nothing. He is aware that I want to go to a good college, and you live close to UCLA. Nobody knows that you broke it off with Lisa, so they will think I am living there with the two of you. She is the perfect "non-existent" chaperone. I can go to school and you can work, and we can make love. What do you think?"

"It sounds great. Do you think it will work?"

"Uh huh. I will e-mail my Father several times a week and tell him, how much I like Lisa and what a wonderful person she is; and how we have become good friends. I will tell him how well my studies are going and the things the three of us do together. However in reality, I will be your girlfriend -cousin. I believe it will be wonderful, and when you take me to Disneyland again, I will sit on your lap and you can really feel me up."

The thought of Tomiko going home with Michael was wonderful. She would be the perfect partner. There would never be complaints about children, or getting married. As far as she was concerned, on a higher level they were already married, and he knew she was happy with that. 




Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 08



"Michael, would you like to fuck me in my butt?"

"I have never thought about it."

"Well if you ever want to, just tell me. You know there is nothing I won't do for you."

"Not right now, but I do want to fuck you. Would you like me to fuck your pussy?"

"Ohhh yes Michael ... please do it to me."

She lay on her back as he moved in between her legs. Before Michael could guide his cock into her vagina, she had already wrapped her legs around his, and had her hands on his back. Easing his cock into her, she said,

"Thank you, for being such a wonderful lover Michael. Please do it to me very hard."

They made love for another hour; then fell asleep naked in each other's arms. When they woke up around two o'clock, they made love again. She was up for everything and never complained about anything he did. 

As they fucked, he slid his finger deep into her butt hole. She told him she liked it and to push harder. Maybe he would do as she suggested and fuck her butt, someday. 

There was no shower, as the hotel catered mostly to Japanese couples. There was an area where a couple could soap each other, then after a thorough rinse, they would enter a large tub and soak. Tomiko washed Michael's penis and testicles, slowly and lovingly, Michael recalled a scene from an Eddie Murphy movie called, "Coming to America", where a similar situation occurred. As she began to stroke his cock, it became hard again. She smiled imperceptibly, knowing she knew most of the methods to arouse Michael. 

Michael in turn lovingly soaped Tomiko, sliding his hands all over her firm body, concentrating on her succulent titties; her nipples becoming hard like little pencil erasers. His hand moved down to her tummy, then to her smooth mound, remaining there washing her crotch, her legs spread wide enjoying his movements; her arms around his neck. 

As he slipped a soapy finger into her anal alcove; she groaned at his loving invasion and kissed him, sliding her tongue into his mouth. They intermittently sucked each other's tongues, raising each other's level of sexual urgency. 

Quickly they rinsed off and entered the sunken tub. Michael sat on a little step, and Tomiko crawled onto his lap, facing him. They continued to kiss as Tomiko reached down and took hold of Michael's cock. When she slid the hard member into her tight vagina, they both moaned in a state of ecstasy they had come to expect, from each other. 

She wasted no time and began moving back to front, her natural instincts taking over; fucking Michael like it might be the last time they would ever be together.

Michael had never made love in water before, and enjoyed the new sensation. He now knew why so many people in California had hot tubs. As Tomiko was on a quest for satisfaction, Michael felt compelled to help, and began sucking on her titties. She told him over and over she loved him, as she moved faster in his lap, her tight little cunt gripping his cock in a death hold; the water splashing all around them. 

She could feel the slight pain in her back, knowing it was the beginning of a mind shattering orgasm. She was in a quandary, unsure of what she could do to extend the pleasure for the both of them. As her orgasm began, she lost all thought of anything, laid her head on Michael's shoulder and held him tight, tears streaming from her eyes, as she sobbed into his ear.

"What's wrong baby? Tell me why you are crying.

"Nothing is wrong, in fact just the opposite. I love you so much. You make me feel perfect."

"You are perfect," said Michael kissing her.

"I feel bad that I was so involved in the pleasure you provided, I did not help you cum. Sit up on the edge of the tub, right now Michael."

As he got out of the warm water the cool air, welcomed him. Following Tomiko's directions, Michael sat on the side of tub, with his legs open wide. Tomiko slipped between his thighs, the feeling of her wet body exciting him. Taking hold of his penis she moved in and licked it.

"You don't have to do this baby. I'm OK."

"I don't do anything because I have to Michael," she said as her tongue licked the length of his penis, from his testicles to its bulbous head. "You know I love doing this to you. I think I enjoy it as much as you. Now be still and let me do it." 

Tomiko began to suck, her dimples and beautiful swollen lips causing him to be more erect than usual. Often, when they were in a restaurant Michael would just stare at her lips, knowing the pleasure they brought to his cock. 

He would get excited and his penis would become erect. When he would tell her, she apologized, as she was unable to do anything for him at that moment. Once as they got in her car, she suggested he drive so she could suck him. 

He declined stating it could be dangerous; when he recalled Darlene sucking Mac; and Mac pulling to the curb in an emergency stop. He was lost in the pleasure she was providing with her beautiful mouth. Within minutes he knew he was about to cum, as did Tomiko. She lifted his legs onto her shoulders and reached around, holding his butt. 

Her steady sucking paid off, when Michael, began to squirt semen into her mouth, bathing her tongue with the lustrous, bittersweet saulty liquid. She was acquiring a taste for his cream, like a person starving for anything to fill their empty belly. 

She almost hated to swallow the delicious liquid, as the taste was wonderful, just sitting on her tongue. She swirled it around her mouth, like she did with her mouthwash, except his cum was much more tasty, then she slowly swallowed it. 

"Mmmmmmmm. She moaned. 

Michael almost passed out, but held himself together. Tomiko pulled him back into the water to rinse off. He felt it was very apropos, as he felt like a worn out dishrag. After a while they got out of the tub and dried each other off, then got dressed and left the hotel. 

As Tomiko was starving, they stopped and had some lunch at a restaurant with an outside patio. She kept pointing out the clouds and their shapes. She was amazed, as most of them resembled Michael's penis. Michael just sat there and stared at her lips and dimples, saying nothing but wanting to tell everyone that twenty minutes ago, she had those beautiful lips on his cock. 

Upon returning to the house, she went to her room to change, and Michael went to the guesthouse. The party was to start at six o'clock.

To be continued ... the last Chapter.



Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 09



Seven-Mile High Club Ch. 9 (final chapter)

As Michael had not planed for anything fancy on his vacation, he wore a nice shirt and a pair of black slacks, with a tie; that his Dad had given him. It went well with his shirt. He walked down to the main house and entered through the garden door. Several guests had already arrived, so he picked up a glass of champagne, and sat in a corner. 

A few minutes later, Tomiko came downstairs. She was wearing a black cocktail dress; with a pair of black high heal shoes. She looked very beautiful and Michael felt kind of bad that he couldn’t tell everyone that they were in love. She walked around the front room talking to a few of the guests, but when she saw him in the corner, she went over and took his hand. 

“Come with me Michael-san.”

She took him across the room and introduced him to some of the guests. 

“This is my cousin, Michael-san. He is here on vacation from the United States. He is my escort for the evening.”

She then introduced him to two of her school girlfriends. The one named Tia, was younger than Tomiko and very cute. The conversation got around to a party the following Friday night. Tia asked Michael if he would like to go with her. Tomiko said,

“Sorry Tia, but Michael is taken. He has a steady girl, and is almost married. You are too late I’m afraid.”

Tomiko then directed him across the room away from her friends. Taking the champagne from his hand, she took a sip and said,

“You wouldn’t like her Michael. She is a “kagaseya girl”, and a slut. She has been with more men than any other girl in school.”

There were about fifty guests at the party, most of whom were employees and associates of Tomiko’s Father. The dinner was a buffet so everyone had to eat wherever they could find a spot. 

Tomiko took Michael out to the garden and they ate together; sitting on a stonewall that surrounded the terrace. When they were done she asked,

“Do you still want me to come to California with you?”

“Yes, of course. Why is there a problem?”

“No I just want to make sure that you want it as much as I.”

“Absolutely, and if I weren’t afraid of being seen, I would grab you and kiss you right now. Is there something that you are not telling me? Are you having second thoughts?”

“No, but I don’t want to force myself on you Michael.”

“If you should change your mind and not want to go with me, I guess I’ll just …”

“What Michael?”

“… have to kidnap you.”

“I love you Michael and I want to go.” She said with a smile. “I feel like we belong together.”

“Yes we do. We always have.” 

After dinner Michael's Uncle had the orchestra play a special song for Tomiko. It was “When you wish upon a star.”

Then he asked for everyone’s attention. 

“Ladies and Gentlemen, this is not just my youngest daughter’s birthday party. It is also a going away party. She has asked my permission to go to the United States so she can attend UCLA in Southern California. She will be living with my nephew, Michael and his fiancé; Lisa until she is out of school. She hopes to be a teacher and believes UCLA is the best possible place to earn her degree. Please give her a nice round of applause. I would also like to thank my nephew for taking on the responsibility of watching out for my little girl.”

The people all clapped and cheered for them. Michael was pleased that Tomiko had chosen him to be her lover and partner. The party continued until two am; then Tomiko took Michael aside and asked him if they couldn’t sneak off to have a celebration of our own. Michael explained that she was the person of honor and the center of attention; so they would have to wait until the party was over. She frowned at him and said,

“OH Michael!”

“Tomorrow sweetie. Tomorrow.”

She told him that she wanted him to dance with Tia, so Tia could see what she would be missing, but nothing else. He reluctantly agreed and walked over to the little girl, bowed slightly and asked her to dance. As they moved around the floor, Tia continually made gestures with her tongue, and rubbed her crotch against Michael's leg. She whispered that her invitation was still open for Friday nights’ party and that he wouldn’t regret it. She said that she would really take care of him. 

When he thanked her and declined the offer, she told him that he was going to miss out on the best sex he would ever have. When he stated that she was a little young for him, she reminded him that the age of consent in Japan was twelve, and that she was much, much older. 

After thanking her and declining again, she asked if he was satisfied hanging around with his virgin cousin. She added that Tomiko hadn’t ever had sex that she knew of, and surely wasn’t going to give it up for her cousin. Michael smiled and thanked her again as the music for the dance came to an end. 

As the party was breaking up, he stood along side of his Dad, Mom, Uncle and Tomiko saying goodnight to the guests. He had one more glass of champagne then told everyone goodnight. Michael went out the garden door and slowly walked to the guesthouse. When his head hit the pillow, it took one or two seconds for him to fall asleep. 

What seemed to be just a few minutes later; was actually eight o’clock in the morning. Tomiko was on his bed kissing him, telling him it was time to get up. Her Dad had gone to work, his Mom and Dad had gone home and the day was theirs to do as they wished. 

“What would you like to do Michael?”

“I would like to make love with my favorite, girl.”

“Ooooo,” she said smiling, “I thought you would never asked.”

She quickly stripped off her cloths and crawled into bed. Her titties were warm against his chest and her kisses were wet and probing. He turned her over onto her left side, and got behind her, gently lifting her leg over his. Easing his cock into her pussy he began to fuck her like a man under a magic spell. 

Michael held her right hip and she reached back pulling his leg closer. The girl knew just what he wanted and needed. As he pushed she came twice in a period of five minutes, telling him how wonderful he was, each time. Kneeling, he pulled her up into the “doggie style” position.

Although they had been doing it for several days, she was as tight as the first time, and even more willing. He continued to fuck her for another half hour and then they both came together. After a while, they got up and got dressed, then left the house at nine fifteen. They drove down the coast to a restaurant overlooking the ocean. She said that he should give her Father his airline ticket to California, and he would make arrangements for them to sit together on the flight. During the following month they went to the hotel every day and made love, except for the three days she was having her period. She even suggested that he could fuck her butt, or she would give him a blowjob on those days. 

Telling her that it wasn’t fair, for just him to be satisfied, he declined. After her period they were back at it again, and she was more passionate than ever. He did spend some time with his parents, and they went out a few times, however they were still agitating him about his personal life, and how he should live it. 

When the day finally came for them to depart, Tomiko had packed almost everything she owned, along with Michael’s sword and had it shipped to Michael's apartment. It was scheduled to be there the day after they arrived. 

At the airport Michael and Tomiko said goodbye to the family, and they all watched as the two of them boarded the “red eye” bound for Hawaii. Michael's Uncle felt that they deserved a little more vacation so he booked them into a two bedroom, suite at the Hilton hotel for six days on Oahu Island, not knowing they would only require one bedroom.

As the airplane took off, they held hands. It was the beginning of their new adventure. The 747 they were on has a capacity for several hundred passengers, however had only twenty on board; and only one in first class, with them. 

It was dark outside and Tomiko was awake. Michael told her that he was going down the hall to the number one first class restroom, and she should follow in two minutes. She was to knock three times and he would let her in. He was in the restroom, when she tapped on the door. As he let her in she threw her arms around his neck and said,

“I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out Michael. I need you so bad.”

Pulling his pants and his underpants down, he sat on the toilet. Tomiko removed her panties and sat on his lap, as she had in the hot tub. She reached down and took hold of his cock, guiding it up into her vagina. 

Here he was again, he thought in less than two months, becoming a member of the seven-mile high club for the second time. When he told Tomiko that she was now a member, she wasn’t really thrilled, stating she didn’t care where they were, as long as they were together, making love. She moved on top of him like a cat, slowly building to her climax. 

“If you need me to Michael, I’ll suck you.”

Suddenly she began to cum, her juices running down his cock, between his legs. She kissed him and said that this was the best idea he had all day. He wasn’t about to mention that it wasn’t originally his idea. She continued to move, until he was ready to cum; then began moving faster. When he came, her vagina tightened and she came again very hard. They sat there for several minutes, just holding each other. When she got off his lap, she kissed him again and returned to her seat. He followed in a few minutes and they both fell asleep. 

The following morning, they had a light breakfast then talked about what they wanted to do in Hawaii. She said that she didn’t care what they did as long as she had him at least once in the morning and twice at night. After going through customs, they picked up their baggage, and got a cab to the Hotel. 

It was eighty degrees with a cool breeze. They checked in at the hotel and went to the twenty-fifth floor. The bags had been brought up prior to their arrival at the room, so Michael placed the key card into the slot, and as the door clicked, he picked up Tomiko in his arms and carried her across the threshold. 

“Welcome to our honeymoon my little wife-cousin.”

Carrying her to the bed, he laid her down and began to remove her panties. Spreading her legs, he placed his mouth on her succulent pussy. Licking and sucking, she moaned loud, pulling his hair. As he sucked her pussy for over an hour, she came countless times. The last time she almost passed out. 

“What do you want me to do for you Michael?”

“Just lay here sweetie, and hold me so I know this isn’t a dream.”

“It’s not a dream and I’m not a fantasy. We are finally together for good, and will be lovers until you are tired of me.”

“I promise you that I will never be tired of you.”

“Do it to me Michael. Push your big cock into my pussy, and fuck me hard.” 

End …  

PS: One study suggests that semen is a natural drug, and that it is addictive. Some women go through a withdrawal when they stop ingesting it. 

I would like to thank all of the people who wrote comments about the series. I am now writing a new series called, “Joan, the First Female Pope.” It is based on an old legend from the ninth century. It begins in England, moves to Athens and finally to Rome. The first chapter has been posted. If you like it, I will continue. Professor98.