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Kondo San?

By: Joe456



"Kondo San?" I asked her, before proceeding. She shook her head, smiling. She trusted me, and was probably taking the pill. Surely, however, she wanted the big and tall gaijin male to ride her rough.

It hadn't been so clear early on that she wanted to be ridden. At least, not at first glance. She'd caught me in a critical situation, at that crossroad, with a map in hand that was proving to be tragically useless. It was Saturday morning. The streets were full of people, but the only sopuinds I could hear was the trumping of feet and the noise of the traffic. No one was talking to anyone. And for some reason, no one wanted to talk with me. At least, not in English.

That wouldn't have been a problem, if I hadn't only just been starting the first steps of the intermediate course of Japanese language that I'd enrolled for, here in Tokyo. Yes, I had a good pronunciation, they all said. That is a good Japanese pronunciation for an Italian, with all the related handicaps; tonic accent, congenital indifference to the length of the vowels, etc. But I was not yet ready to use the language "operationally". In a bar, maybe; but in the middle of a busy road, not at all.

"Sorry, where do you have to go?" Said a voice behind me. Behind and a little below.

I turned around and at first saw no one, except a hand. As I looked at it I saw it was a pretty hand and let my eyes wander down the naked, slender arm, and then at her. And she looked at me.

Her age was uncertain, somewhere between 18 to 26 years at a guess, as often happens with the Asians girls. Her long, beautiful jet-black hair hung down around breasts which were well proportioned to the rest of her, with the tips perking upward slightly beneath her white blouse. Letting my gaze drop for a moment I noticed her dark skirt, which completed the look perfectly. Not just the cosplay of a schoolgirl, a Kogal from some manga, but something very similar.

In the manga that I had peeked, nobody smiled that way, shy but with interest. Or maybe, in those manga, where almost every character had large round eyes, worse than if they had been smoking... yes, THAT kind of smoke.

"Sorry, where do you have... to go?" She was repeating, her tone a little unsure as though she doubted of her own English language.

"Subway... Cikatetsu!" I said, remembering the Japanese term.

"I can accompany you to the next station. But, do you read ideograms well?"

"Hmm, no, not so much yet," I confessed.

"Well, then... Where do you want to go exactly?"

I had some addresses it would have been not proper to tell a girl (a soaplando where poor strangers could have been accepted, and other similar places, you know) so I told her something more social. She seemed enthusiastic.

"Do you like photography? Do you know..."

"Yes"

"Well, it's better I accompany you all the way. If this does not bother you."

"If this does not bother YOU!" I muttered, very surprised. She wanted to escort ME, to accompany ME all the way. How could I be bothered by that?

"No worry, it's Saturday, I'm free... My friends are on a journey abroad, so... nothing to do..."

I was going to ask her if she had a boyfriend, if she did he was a fool to leave such a girl unattended, but I stopped in time. It was not my business and I was in the land of tactfulness, after all.

"Where have your friends gone?" I asked, with a neutral voice. Friends, girls, beautiful Japanese girls. Where have all the flowers gone?

"Italy," she sighed.

I was surprised. "I come from there!"

"Really?" she wondered. "I thought you were American! Or even Russian," she added, giggling.

Yeah, my accent perfected on the vinyl records of the "Boss", noticeable stature, short blond hair, baritone voice like a Red Army choir soloist...

"No, I swear to God," I laughed, "I'm pure thoroughbred 'spaghetti'..."

"'Spaghèti'! 'Fettucìne'! 'Tiràmisu'! 'Cappucìno e Mascarpòne!'" she laughed, hands folded like a child.

"Your Italian is better than my Japanese." It was the truth, more or less: she had just erred a few accents and some double letters, but it was hardly enough to worry about.

"I tried to study it," she giggled again, "but it's hard to practice Italian, here."

"Is there not a course, or a school?" I wondered.

She looked at me. "School? How old do you think I am? I do not go to school anymore. I work. Not enough time and money to attend a course. I use DVD, but... " she shrugged.

"Well, as long as I am here... 'Io aiuto te, tu aiuti me'."

"Sorry?" she said, perplexed.

"I help you, you help me... Okay?"

"Maybe this is too much bother? 'Troppo... disturbo... "

"No bother, 'nessun disturbo'," I said. I started explaining here, in Italian, that I was on holiday too and had time, and it would have been a pleasure for me. It wasn't until she waved her hands in front of me that I realised her quickly I was speaking, too fast for her to keep up.

"'Yùkkuri', slowly, please. 'piano, per favore'," she said, a bit embarrassed.

With a gently sigh I started from the beginning again, telling her the same things at subsonic speed as she nodded.

"Okay... 'Ho capito'," she smiled.

"Well, then... 'Andiamo'. Let's go... "

She smiled again, and led me towards the nearest subway station.

I had heard that Italy was in fashion in Japan, and while we were travelling she confirmed it to me. Not only food, but music, style, design, everything. That was the reason why many people, especially young ones, were studying my language. Nothing necessarily practical, it was just 'cool'.

As we sat in the train wagon I looked around, seeing the people trying not to stare at us. Then I remember another thing I had heard. 

"Aren't you embarrassed to be seen with a gaijin?" I asked her.

"Not particularly," She said, after a while. "In the small centres, in the countryside, it is something strange, even weird. Many people don't like it. But here in Tokyo... It's a metropolis, you know... "

" 'Nobody knows you in America.' "

"America?" She wondered

"West Side Story. The musical."

"Ah... it's quite old. I've seen it, on TV, when I was a child. I did not remember all the songs."

"Indeed," I nodded.

There were ten years, between me and her. Almost fifteen, maybe. Sure, this did not make of me a paedophile, but... Hey, I was NOT thinking to go to bed with the girl! Really!

"However, you're right," She smile after a while. "Nobody knows you, so... You do what you want!" she chuckled looking at me. Maybe SHE was thinking something weird? Keep it cool, killer...

We were going to an exhibition dedicated to a famous Japanese photographer Nobuyoshi Araki. It was some anniversary of his, and the exhibition was rich and well organized. I knew him by fame, and I was curious to see whether what I knew about his style was correct. It was.

For those who don't know him, and the Japanese culture in general, Araki's style could be puzzling, or embarrassing. Kimono-clad girls (not so clad, indeed), often bound by ropes, sometimes head down, hanging from the ceiling, with their most beautiful parts (very intimate, sometimes) quite exposed... and almost always with the faces not very impressed with the whole situation.

She too was looking at the photographs calmly, unflinchingly. That kind of bondage was a tradition in Japan, and held far fewer social taboos than in other countries. It descended by the art of binding and immobilizing the prisoners with ropes, instead of using handcuffs and other iron tools, since iron was a rare and valuable commodity usually reserved for more important uses. Swords, things like that.

It was a real martial art, frequently practiced by samurai, and became an erotic art as time went by. Usually only women got tied, with their own consent. It was not exactly sadism; pain was not the spirit of the game. Not a torture, or something physically dangerous, if all was done correctly. If not... well, it could be.

"Did you know that the works of Araki-san had these subjects?" She asked, her tone tranquil as we stood together in the gallery, virtually alone.

"Yes. I hope that doesn't make you think badly of me?"

"No," she giggled, "You are a man. It is normal that a man likes to see beautiful girls, exotic for him... And photographed with style." 

And almost naked too, but that was self-evident.

"I am a bit perplexed," I said, looking around me.

"About the Shibari? The Kimbaku? "

"Yes, about that too," They were Japanese names for the bondages I had seen. "I know that this is traditional here, but..."

"It's a matter of trust. Not submission, not masochism, just trust. I trust my man, so I allow him to tie me so. I know he will not hurt me, not even when I will be at his mercy. That's the game. Do you understand?"

"And when the woman is all bent and bound, what does the man do?"

"He plays with her. He can kiss her, touch her, grope her, taste her, smell her... spank her," she giggled, looking at me.

"Take her?"

"Eventually," she shrugged. "He can do to her what he wants. And she just has to let him do it to her."

"And if she does not want?"

"It means she has chosen the wrong man," she shrugged. "When you let a man bind you, you belong to him. You have to choose well to whom you want to belong."

"But if a woman wants a man, he can take her even without ropes. Couldn't he?"

"Of course, he could," She shrugged. "But for some people, men and women, it is less exciting." 

"What can be exciting for a woman in all of that? To be bent? Bound? Immobilized?"

"To be completely in the hands of his man, defenceless, you can take it as a proof of love. I love my man, and I let him tie me. I put myself in his hands, like his prey. He can take me how and when he wants, do to me all he wants, hurt me, if he wants, when I'm bound. I can just let him do, anything he wants. THIS can be exciting. And he shows me that he is worthy of my trust. He plays with me, but he does not... take advantage of me..."

"And if he takes advantage of you? If he takes you? Even... as he never did before?" I asked.

I imagined a man bending her, tying her on all four and after some foreplay sodomized her, with some tools or with his own dick. She would have had no escape; the man could do it even against her will... 

Maybe she understood what I was thinking, but she kept smiling.

"If I love him, I can accept to be taken. Even in, say, unusual ways. And that's where the fun is. How far will he go, knowing that he can do everything to me? All that he wants, I can't stop him. What will he do to me? Where will he touch me? Where will he kiss me? Will he beat me, and how, and how strong? I can only wait. I'm in his hands.

"He can even do nothing, just watch me, take picture of me. Of every part of me, even spreading my legs and taking pictures of my sex, if he wants. He can caress me as he likes, from my face to my feet, from my breast to my sex, till I come, watching me, shooting scenes of me as I lose control... without taking me, even if I beg him to do it. He can spank me till my butt become red. Or pinch me where he likes, and enjoy my wailing, without harming me seriously. And THEN unbound me and take me... "

"Unbound you and... "

"Sure. Many times, kimbaku is just a foreplay. A woman can get aroused playing the slave, feeling that strength, the power of his man on her, just as men can get aroused playing the Master. And when the man frees his woman, she is more excited when she makes love with him. And even if he takes her without freeing her, nothing bad. If I love a man, if I am aroused by him, I can accept that he takes me, no matter how. And if he wants to play, I can let him play. He can do as if he rapes me, he can even fancy to rape me, to take me just because I'm tied. But I know that it's not so, and that he takes me because I want him, because I accept him. It's a game. Do you understand?"

"And would you like to do it? Did you do it?"

"I never did," she shook her head, smiling. "Maybe I didn't find a man to trust enough yet, but if I would find the right man... Once in a lifetime, maybe... or even more... "

"And if this man is a nerd, about ropes and knots?"

"I could pretend he does that to me", she smiled at me. She had understood I was just so.

Since the ice was broken, I asked her more about the ideas about sex in Japan. I know that the concept of sin was quite unfamiliar there, as the Shinto considered chastity a madness, but I know there was the sense of shame. That is why Japanese never kiss themselves each other in the street, not even married and loving couples. Kissing is not a sin, but it's something too intimate to do it publicly, I had heard.

"Yes, it's so," she said. "You know, before the War, when they brought to Japan the famous statue of Rodin, 'the Kiss', for an exhibition, there was a real scandal. Not because the man and the woman who kissed each other were naked, but because they kissed each other. Someone proposed to cover the heads of the lovers with a towel. Only the heads, without caring of their bodies. But the final decision was to cancel the exhibition. The statue was shown to a Japanese public only after the War."

"I have heard another story. There was a Japanese actress who went to USA for a movie or two, and she learned some American attitudes... And when she went back to Japan, she sent kisses to her fans and the public from the airplane gangway. It's a normal thing in America, but she was severely reproached on the press, it was virtually the end of her career. They judged her as if she had shown her panties to the people"

"Oh yes, I know that fact too. It was a real culture shock!" She smiled.

We walked looking at the pictures silently for a while, until she stopped to ask me something. "Is there something in Italy the people are ashamed of? I mean... about sex, or something like that?"

"Well..." It was hard to find that 'something', at least within a heterosexual ambient. Kissing in the street? At your pleasure, provided that both agree. "Generally it is not advised to try and go to bed with a girl the first day you met her. And the girls are not advised to accept sex so early from a stranger. Both things give you bad reputation, you know. Bad manners."

I did not expect a reaction from her, but I saw her shoulders lowering and relaxing, and I heard a sigh. Or maybe a snort.

"So you should not try and go to bed with me?" she said with an almost childish tone, articulating the words.

"Hmm... no," I shrugged, spreading my arms a bit.

"Is it Christian... Catholic education?"

"I don't think so," I shrugged again. "A real Catholic should never try and go to bed with a girl before they are married." She chuckled again. I went on. "I think it is a way to show self-control. To show that you are not a... male chauvinist pig..."

She burst out laughing. She was definitely too young to know the origin of that expression, in the 60s, but she liked it. She turned around and pointed a finger on me, with a very, very harsh face.

"Male chauvinist pig!" she said. Then she giggled, coming closer to me. "No, I don't think you are so..."

We left the photographic exhibition and wandered here and there. The Imperial Palace (from outside, of course), her university, the place where she was working, a garden, and other places.

She was really well informed. How a Japanese university works (and how it does not work: an interesting insider view on the limit of the celebrated Japanese educational system), how her firm was organized (there was even a wedding agency inside, only for the employees, men and women), what they did in the parks (even heavy metal, but strictly by the timetable, and then clean up the square, please).

The evening came, and we were both tired, so I did not object when she said she preferred to go to dinner at home, alone. She added that the morning after she would have come to the tube station close to the place where I lived.

"What do you want to see tomorrow?"

"Well... a Shinto temple, if possible. I have read many things about that religion, but I never saw a temple. I can't imagine how it is. Especially inside."

"No problem," she smiled. "And after that?"

"As you please," I said, with no hidden intentions. She smiled more, wished me "Buona notte", (good night) and left.

I got the happy impression her smile was not just for politeness.

After that I spent a quiet night, without even wondering too much what might have happened if I had gone for it right away. Had I really missed some chance? No, for this kind of things it takes "orecchio", "ear", intuition, as with music. And as I thought back over what I had said and done, I could not see any blunder. I had been polite, able to speak about many things, funny, never out of tune, neither vulgar nor intrusive. In a word, perfect.

Yes, the questions about the absence of the sense of sin could seem a bit kinky (she could have understood it as "is-it-true-that-you-get-laid- quickly?") But I had stopped there. Apparently, it did matter more 'how' you did something rather than 'what' did you do. It takes style, style... 

Seriously, sin or not, could I try and score, so soon? Kimi wa ecchi o shitai, I want to have sex with you. I didn't learn that phrase at the course, I found it on the internet, along with many others. But really, could I tell her that, toss it there, just so, d'amblet? And when? How? Where?

At the photo exhibition, too soon. On the street in front of the imperial palace, with all those tourists and passers-by, too indiscreet. On the Ginza, in the middle of traffic, too much noise, I would have had to shout. A little coarse, ain't it?

No. If she had agreed to escort me again, it meant that I had made a good impression as I was. 'Be yourself, no matter what they say.' She could invent a hundred thousand apologies if she had been disappointed in some way. But no, "Where are you going tomorrow?" She wanted to see me, to be with me. Clearly she felt at ease, not in danger, not forced to do something unpleasant, something she was not convinced about. It couldn't have gone better than that.

I did not 'touch' myself, not even with a finger, thinking about her. But I dreamed about her. A very eventful dream, and a very pleasant one.

Next morning she showed up punctually at the metro. She told me that before she took me to the main Shinto temple, she wanted me to see the shrine where she usually went. It's very nice, she said. And indeed it was.

I don't know if you know what a Bodhisattva is. In a nutshell, he (or she) is a Buddhist saint. Buddhism, like Hinduism from which it comes (like Christianity 'comes' from Judaism), believe in reincarnation and in the "karma". Roughly speaking, if you behave well, the next time you will be born better, otherwise, it will be better for you not to be reborn at all, because there is plenty of lives very worse than the worst human life, and what you get you get. No complaints accepted.

Incidentally, the 'non-rebirth', the cancellation of himself in the Nirvana is the ultimate prize, the goal of the game. No more life, no more pain (no more problems and nuisances, if you are not melodramatic.) But there's no hurry. After all, once you have enough good karma to keep being born and reborn beautiful, rich and intelligent, Nirvana can wait, right?

Well, the Bodhisattva is someone who has reached that level. Indeed, a little more. Wise, tolerant, able to teach other people how to be like them, and compassionate. Compassionate enough to renounce the bliss of 'non-rebirth' and return among those silly boys of humans, to explain what they have understood, life after life, going back and forth between this world and the next.

Money is not everything (it's nice, convenient, better more than less, yes, but really, it's not everything.) There's no use to be afraid to die, because, anyway, you'll be back (although, to die must be one of those things which you never get used to...) Life is pain, but you can even bear it, just don't get too attached to anything; objects, ideas, people. And so on. But a real Bodhisattva can explain it all much more 'professionally' than I could ever do. At least in this life.


Kondo San? Pt. 02



The week at the school went by without problems. My teacher, a young and very attractive japanese lady, seemed very pleased by my achievements about the language. Maybe she was trying to flirt with me, or maybe it was my fantasy, but I did not want to "cheat" Masako. No secrets, no lies, no problems. I know, "Carpe Diem", seize the day, but, there is a thing called "self-respect". And however, I had food for the winter already, so, why bother?

Friday night Masako phoned me. She was too tired to make a night cruising with me, but she wanted to be sure that I was free for the weekend. She told me she had a surprise for me. A big, big surprise, she said.

We met at the subway station near my "student's house". And she was not alone. Yoko was with her. 

I guessed it was her, and so it was: Masako introduce her to me, and viceversa. She acted with Masako as with an "onee chan", an older sister. She looked for her protection, and her teaching. Language of the body, no problem to get the picture. I wondered why Masako went to the date with her. It took me a bit of time (and a bit of help) to realize why. Yoko was the "surprise"...

"I talked to her about you," Masako told me in Italian language, while Yoko blushed a bit. "She has never been wih a gaijin... And today is her birthday!"

I could guess how she had talked to her about me. "He is nice, amiable, genteel...with a long hard 'dikku'!"...

"How many years?"

"Twenty", she said, smiling about my scruples. No worry, I am not offering you an under-age..."And she olny speak english."

I had never been a birthday gift for anyone. But you have to prove everything in your life. Except incest and folk dances, as someone said. And Yoko was neither, after all...

"Well...There is a park here around," I said, in Japanese. "What about a stroll?"

"Why not?", Masako said. Yoko nodded, surprised. A "gaijin" who speaks quite well "nihon-go" was a rarity. I was a bit lessalien for her now. I got an approving glance from Masako too, while we start moving. You have acted well. Don't push too hard. She wants to do it, but she doesn't know you, she had never seen you before. Give her time to get used to you. And then...

We strolled around in the park for a couple of hour, calmly, exchanging small talks. Yoko did her best to speak English too,to put the guest (that is, me) more at ease. And to practice too, why not. Shee seemed the typical Japanese, or however Asian girl of the American or Italian movies of my childhood days. Sweet, polite, discreet and with a strong, very strong and feminine Asian accent.

Delicious.

Masako seemed perfectly at ease, tranquil, not a bit jealous. She was happy that I was becoming a "friend" for her cohabitant, and that I was playing my role with style. She maybe felt herself too a bit of a "onee chan" for her. They were from the same province, and Yoko had come very lately in the big city, to attend the university. She was not only younger, but even quite clumsy yet, like a shy teenager more than like a joung adult woman . And this excited the maternal instinct of the "older girl".

Sure, in many countries you don't expect that your "older sister" introduce to you a handsome male, from the other side of the world, proved by herself, for your birthday, to let you have "a friend", or have fun, or even to "have an experience". But, countries you go, older sisters you find...

At a certain time, Yoko looked at Masako, and then at me, like a child who would like to play or chat with an unknown person, but is afraid to bother him...

"Now I would like to..." she said.

Me and Masako looked at each other. And she nodded.

We went to the same love hotel where I went with Masako. She liked it, and me too. It was one of the not so many hotel which did no question 

about the number of guests: one, two, three, five, how many you like. You pay the piper, you call the tune...

Yoko insisted for us to make a shower all together. Now she was very cheerful, she smiled, she could not wait. She felt safe, at her ease between friends, not judged. It was a game, for her. And for Masako too. Well, let's play...

We went under the warm water drizzle, all together, naked. Yoko had a nice little body, quite similar to Masako's one. She told me, in the park, that they were cousins, third or fouth degree, but I though they were closer relatives: they were very akin. Not only because, for a "gaijin", all asian girls seem equal. Yoko was laughing, giggling, touching me and Masako, and letting me look at her, touch her, grope her, kiss her, sniff her... And Masako too, of course...

We went back in the wide japanese-style room. I had only a towel around my limbs, Toko and Masako wore the snow-white robes supplied by the hotel. 

They ordered me to lay on the futon and started a little show for me, chanting a japanese tune, something between an ancient traditional chant and a sentimental pop song, with the most, say, passionate point masked by poetical euphemisms, but underlined by their moves: they showed me their breasts, touched their pubes and looked at me with sweet, submissive eyes... They should have proved this show, using Karaoke bases or something like that. Maybe they had even played it at some jouth's or girls-only party. A pretty, amateurish but well performed show. They wanted to play geisha a bit, and they did it not so bad at all.

When the song ended, they bowed like professional artists, and I applauded. They laughed, and come closer to me. 

"Who will you fuck first?", said Yoko. He could have said "who want you to play with?" with the same smile. 

I looked at Masako, and she smiled, nodding. It was Yoko's birthday, so she had the precedence.

"Since you had talked...", I said with a rough, rude man's voice, "I will fuck YOU first!", I grab her arm and pull her down on my side, on the futon. She cried a bit, surprised by my swift decision and rough action, but then start laughing, while I saddled on her, widened her legs with my knees, as if I wanted to rape her. 

Of course I didn't. I undressed her, leaving the robe beneath ther beautiful naked body, and then she stop laughing, as if in fear. She looked on her belly, where my dick laid. It was already ready to use, and pressed on her stomach, on her soft skin. It was long from her pubes up to her hub. I got the picture.

"Do you are afraid of my dick? 'Kimi wa boku no chinchi o kowagatte iru?'"

"'Hai...bitto wa'..."-, she mumbled, her index finger between her lips, like a little child. Yes, a bit, I knew I was her fist "gaijin" male. Fear and desire. I smiled and widened her legs a bit more. 

"So let me prepare you a bit, now," i said 

She let me do, shy but trustful, yearning to be mine. I opened her wide, without facing any resistence, not even when I kissed her on the perinaeum, between her pussy and her ass. Just a little mumble, and another when I push my nose between her nimphs, tender and already wet. I pushed it up to his pubes, opening her vulva, smelling her innermost scent and flavor, letting her feel already penetrated, won, defenceless, in the hands of the male... I looked at her: opened, abandoned eyes closed, she was just waiting for me to go on. 

And I went on. Always kissing her, high and low, to the left and to the right of her hole, warm, wet... weak, easy to pearce, even with the tongue... 

"'O wa nameru neko nih ijioo ni joy...'", she mumbled, beween a yelp and the other. She liked what I was doing to her, to her sex...How I was "preparing" her...She was surrendering to me, 

more and more every minute. She winced, moaning. when I touched her in the most sensitive point. "'Kimi no shita de... boku o seiko!' You fuck me with your tongue!"

I looked at Masako, feeling myself not completely at ease. Maybe she was jealous. Or maybe she was thinking that I was doing to Yoko what I had done to her. It was my tactics, simple and effective, 

but a bit played out, if someone already knew it... She looked at me, tranquil, caressing her friend's hair. As if Yoko had to give birth to a child, and she, Masako, was there just to calm her, to assure her that all was going fine... She nodded to me: I was doing fine too... 

"Ikasete, sonogo, irete...", begged Yoko, looking at me. Make me "go", then fuck me. She wanted to be relaxed when my huge long dick would have seized her small weak japanese cunt. And what is more relaxing than a good "ogazumu"? 

I nodded to her. It was my idea too: take her when she will be on cloud nine, her blood and her brains full of endorphines, her muscles loose, relaxed. No fear, no pain. But she wanted to be sure. He closed her eyes and let herself be overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure that my kisses were arousing in her womb. Female orgasm is just like to surf, I had read: take the right wave and let loose, let it all go...And she let it all go. I heard her shudder, wail, cry, jolt, as if an invisible spirit wanted to rape her and she was desperately trying to defend herself ... 

And then she calmed down, uttered a single long breath, and looked at me, weary and meek.

"'Arigatò'...Now you can fuck me... with your dick... "

I came over her, caressed his cheek, and she smiled to me. Masako came close to me.

"Fuck her slowly. He has lost her maidenhood a short time..."

Yoko blushed, downcasted eyes, as if ashamed by her scarce sexual experience... I stroke her hair and she smiled again. shyly. I pull up her leg, one by one, and she found herself wide open, 

with my arms passing behind her knees, her little feet above my shoulders. If she would not like to be so spreadeagled, she could tell it to me. But for her, then, anything went fine. 

"'Junbi wa dekita ka?' Are you ready?", I asked, eyes in her eyes. 

"'Hai'..." she smiled.

She let me poke the tip of my sex into hers, push it inside her, not too strong... She closed her eyes and moaned lowly, meekly, completely subdued, while I filled her... She open her 

eyes only when my glans was pushing on his muzzle of tench, at the gate of her womb...and she looked at me, shyly.

"You have really a huge dick," she wispered, as if frightened by what she had inside, by how it was dilating her, just so, without moving... I snorted, smiled at her, she return the smile and 

looked between her legs, where my dick had started to plow her, slowly, compassionately... She was mine, no need to hurt her to show who was calling the tune... It was me, no discussion. 

She just accept it, mouth open, breathing hard, moaning slowly, while she looked at my dick going in and out of her... "Huge dick... Oh, your very, very huge dick..."...

"How do you say it, in japanese?"

"'Kimi wa... hontoni...kyodaina chinko... o... motsu...'" she said, while she let me take her, more and more open, resigned, female. "'Kimi wa... kyodaina chinko... oh... kyodaina...'"... 

"Boku wa kimi o kizutsukeru notes' ka?" I asked. I wanted to know if I was hurting her...

"Iee... Fukaku namekonde...Itsuyonara... Fuck me harder... deeper... if you want..." She wanted to be treated as an adult, somehow...

And somehow I contented her. I had seen already, licking her soft cunt, that she should have taken not so many dick. Now I knew that there was just one, before me. And it was not a "gaijin", I was the fiirst... I pound her stronger and stronger, showing her that I could hurt her, if I wanted, if she did not tell me when she felt the pain... And she got the message.

"Oh... yuk-kuri, chodai... slower... p... please!"

I slowed down a bit.

"Keep on this way," Masako told me. "That's what she wants..."

I nodded. That pounding whas the limit of what Yoko could bear, but she wanted nothing less. She kept moaning, but she enjoyed it: she told me something good about my strenght, my sex... She "went" a bit before me, whining and wailing. And when I finished to "go" inside her, she looked into my eyes, without a word. No need for them. We both had got what we wanted. She smiled at me, to avoid to me any doubt to have mistreated her, hurted her with my huge dick...

She left me get out of her with a smile, and kept smiling when I stand up, just a bit panting, and 

Masako knelt in front of me and start "cleaning" my dick from her goo and mine. After a while, Yoko too knelt and took part to the "cleaning". One to the left, one to the right... Exchanging some words in japanese slang and giggling. Clear: they were not talking about the weather...

Looking at them and feeling their kiss, their licking and their chuckling, I got aroused again quite soon. I grabbed Masako by her hair and pull her head haway from my dick. 

"Yotsumbay!", I said. 

"Hai...hai...", she said. She put herself on all four and waited. She knew that I liked it, and that she did not risk to be sodomized without her permission... I took her up to the bottom, with a single blow, and she pulled back her head, eyes closed, She was wonderful. Happy to be alive, to be female, to have me over her, inside her... 

Yoko stood beside me, hugged me, stroke my hair, kissed my neck... No jealousy, it whas the time of Masako, she had got her own. I felt her small boobs sqashing softly against my back, her crotch on my reins, following their movements, as if she wanted me to fuck the other female deeper... She too would have liked to get fucked from behind, she told me... Next time, I said her...

"Iku...Iku...Onegai, issho ni iku!", moaned Masako. She asked me to "go" with her, at the same time. "'Boku ga iku ma... boku ni shasei'... Cum in me... while I... come..."...

"'Hai... Mattè!'" I said. I need some time to "go" again. Phisiology. "Wait!"

"Oh...'hai!'" she said. I plowed her stronger, while she tightened her sex, to stimulate me even more... "'Imà...Imà...'" she pleaded. Now, Now! 

"Yeah!", I said, while I gushed into her. She wailed and cried while she "went", filled by my "seyeki", juice of male... Then she collapsed, the shoulders and the head on the small cushion on the top of the futon, panting hard. 

She took my arms with her hand. She wanted to keep me close, my dick inside her, so that I could not leave her soon after I have got her, possessed her... 

"'O no seishi wa,'" she sighed, in a childish tone, "'hatsui futto shite iru... hodo hofuna!'"

My cum, she had said, was so boiling hot...so plentiful... Yoko nodded. She too had felt the same. I smiled, Spanked masako softly, and then I got off her sex. She left me go, too tired to keep me more. She was still stunned by her orgasm and by mine... She looked at me, smiling.

"O wa boku o...shinsuite imàs...You flooded me...Tu...mi hai... al-la-ga-ta...", articulated her. 

"She liked it, very much", smiled Yoko. As if she was talking of a child who got a gift for Xmas. 

THen she kneeled and start to clean my dick. This time it was all for her, and she kept on doing even when it was fully clean... She wanted to do a nice job, and she was doing it... Maybe Masako had trained her about it. I fancied them, talking about the matter, with a half-peeled banana or a good icecream cone in a hand...

Just then, I noticed that Masako was shooting what we were doing, with a smartphone. I did not pay attention to it, before, I was not even thinking about it. But I guessed they were doing it from the beginning, passing the smartphone to each other, or letting it where it could shoot the scene anyway. Well, if they wanted it, so let it be, nothing to say. THeir own decision, not mine. I kept stroking Yoko on her head, accepting her willing, tender hommage, to my dick, to my balls... without looking in the cam..."Just as if you were fighting"..."Apocalipse Now"...

Masako left her smartphone on a small wooden bracket, close to something like an 'Ikebana', a flowers' composition, then she come close to me. She kissed my cheeck, I took one of her boobs and start massaging it, she let me do it, closing her eyes a bit. I looked at my feet.

"Yoko no kuchi, pushi no yo na mono", I said. Yoko was proud of it, and looked at me happy. I had just said that her mouth was like a pussy...

"To watashi no kuchi?", asked Masako, pulling my chin so that I had to look at her. She was quite frowned. And mine?

"Amari ni kimi no...", I smiled at her. Even yours. She smiled too, and let me kiss her mouth, with my tongue...And I felt Yoko's toungue, soft and tender under my hard pole, as my tongue was hard and strong between the small teeth and on the cozy tongue of Masako... I was really a lucky bastard, extremely lucky, even too much lucky... If the things go bad, think that it will not last forever, and wait. If the things go well, think that it will not last forever, and enjoy. And I was enjoying, full throttle...

Yoko finished her job, swallowed my cum with no fuzz and open her mouth wide to show me she had swallowed it. She was happy, she had enjoyed it. And no complaint about the taste too...

I had "gone" thrice already, and I felt a bit unsteady, standing on. "Sex weakens the legs", you know... I sat down, my elbows on the futon, and looked at those two splendid girls. They looked at me, smiling, kneeled, sitting on their heels, hands on the tights, composed, as if they were clad in some kimonos. But they were clad in nothing. Their black pubic hair popping up for me to see them, between their closed tights, their small and firm breasts, their dark nipples still swollen with pleasure and desire... They were at my own disposal. I had given them good time, they were grateful to me for that, and they were ready to go on. But I was not ready, for a while...

"'Junbi de sasei te... play with each other...", I said. She looked at each other, giggling, a hand on the mouth. I knew they both were not "rezubian", lesbian, but once in a lifetime, 

wy not?

It seemed they were not "rezubian" at all. They were very clumsy, when they beginned, but they wanted to give me some rest, and the little show I have asked. I had deserved it. 

They talked with each other, then hugged one another, very chastely. The kind of hug an older sister can give to a small sister who has made a bad dream, or has some problem bigger than her. Maybe Masako had told Yoko: "do you remember when..."...

They started kissing each other on the mouth, the cheeks, the neck... Then Yoko went down along the breasts, the nipples of the other girl, always kissing her with the lips shut, like a cub who sniffs something or someone, surely not like an expert lover... Masako let her do, with a calm, satisfied smile. And Yoko pulled out her tongue and started licking her, from her niples down, very slowly. Masako was stroking her hair, and none of them said anything. Eyes shut, focused on themselves, as if I was not there. So, they were 

enjoying it... Since they did not care of me, I took the smartphone and started shooting them. The show had started, she show had to go on... Masako saw me, but she did not object to what I was doing. She smiled, showed me a sign of "peace" (the old Churchill's "Victory", but, everything can be recycled, right?), and closed her eyes, letting Yoko give her all the pleasure she can. Yoko saw me too, her face between the tights of her friend, and winked at me, smiling. I could go ahead.

I start going aroud the futon, and around them, slowly, like a good steady cam operator. And the show would have deserved a steady cam, not a smartphone... Two small, wonderful female bodies, naked, tender, delicate... One over the other, but no heavyness, no roughness, nothing vulgar... Clean skin, so light that, for the contrast with the jet black hair, eyes and pubic groves, the whole scene seemed almost shot in a very fine, bright black and white... It was like a "shunga", an erotic traditional japanese printing, the kind of things they presented to just-married girls, long, long time ago, so that they knew what to do in bed with their husbands... Sure, real shunga authors hardly would have taken as a subject two girls, although so joung and beautiful, enjoying each other, pampering each other, giving pleasure to each other, with no male in between: it was not the spirit of the game... But the style was just the same... or almost the same, let's say...




Kondo San? Pt. 02



Yoko was keeping on kissing and licking and sniffing Masako's cunt, open and wet, cleaning it from the few goo I could have let there, healing and soothing the little wounds and bruises that the assault of a male, no matter how much desired and how well prepared, can always leave behind itself, especially if the male was a 'gaijin', and he had violated a small, tender asian cunt...

Masako had her legs wide open, her eyes shut, her mouth half-opened, breathing small groans, and she was touching her boobs and her tummy, slowly, maybe dreaming to get fucked again, by a male, not by the childish tongue of her little cousin. 

I could have penetrate her, pushing away Yoko, and she would have opposed no resistence, greeting my dick in her body as the most natural thing in the world... 

But the small asian bum of Masako was more exciting: exposed, defenceless, at my mercy, and I could take her by surprise, enjoying her reaction. A startle for unexpected aggression, 

maybe wispers of soft refusal, and then, surrender... 

She looked at me, then she smiled and dilated her small buttocks showing me her cunt and the "other place", clean and rosy as if nothing had ever passed through there. She had primed herself well... 

I knew that "that" place, in Japan, was politely called "kikku". that is, chrysanthemum. In many western countries that flower make you think to gloomy, surely not erotic things like burials. But not in Japan. 

The reason why "that" place was named so, likely, was the similarity between the stylized image of the flower and, well, the sunburst design of that place, often formed by the skin folds that start, well, from there... 

The weird thing is that the same stylized image of the flower appears on the Japanese passports and in many other official places, since it is the imperial seal and the official emblem of the country. Weird coincidences... "Ony soit qui mal y pense", of course...

While I though about the coincidences, they did not change position, not even once: they liked that way, clearly. So I decided to move. My dick was ready again, and even my balls were likely 

refueled back. I pull Yoko's head a bit yonder between Masako's tights, enjoying the little mutter of surprise, and half a second later I was rummaging her with my fingers. She mumbled again a bit, but did not try to rebel: just kept on kissing the other girl's cunt. I was going to spear her, and she knew that, she just waited for that. calm, resigned. She had asked to get fucked from behind, and I would have done it. Maybe she liked that I was a bit rough, maraudering. I took her with my inch, massaging her from the pubes down, with the other fingers. She moaned, her lips sticked with the yielding lips of the sex of Masako, as if she was asking her for a sanctuary from the rude male... But there was no sanctuary, and she knew that... I just touch her "kikku" wit the tip of my dick, and she cried, looking at me, the fear in her eyes...

"No! please, don't fuck my ass! 'Boku wa assoko shojodà'! I am virgin there! I beg you, no!"

I looked at Masako, and she was looking at me, harshly. To sodomize that poor little girl with my big tool? Unthinkable! As a fact, I was not thinking about it: I was just playing to excite her... 

Well, everybody can make blunders. I reassured Yoko with a stroke on her head, a kiss and some words of excuse, and she calmed down. 

"Go on", she said. "Go on with you big fingers... I like it!", 

She bent even more, her cheeck on the pubes of Masako, without supporting herself on the hands or the elbows, to show that she fully surrendered to me, then she close her eyes, waiting. 

So I kept on. Index and middle fingers, slowly, but to the hilt. She purred like a kitten.

"Your fingers are so long and strong!" she murmured. "They are almost as long as a japanese dick..." 

"And my dick?", I asked.

"Your dick...is your dick!" she smiled.

I smiled too, and kept exploring her for a while. Her vulva was a real pudding, warm and soft. I started feeling her cunt throbbing around my fingers: her orgasm was slowly incoming, growing. She was moaning with a low, continuous tone, totally abandoning herself to that slow, deep pleasure, and to the will of the male she could not stop anyway. 

I let her enjoy the caresses of my fingers for a bit, then I touch her "kikku" again, this time with my inch. This time, she did not cry in despair, but with enthusiasm. 

"Oh, yes...Your inch...go...go into my ass..."

Masako looked at her, perplexed, but she nodded to her, and put her head back on her belly, eyes closed, smiling. She wanted me to deflower her little "ketsu no ana", with my fingers. Better off be mine, there too, than to have her intact hole raided by a rougher male, maybe a raper... So small and weak, she would have had no escaèpe if someone would have taken her by force, no matter how and where...She likely would have surrendered without a fight, but, she would have got hurt all the same... 

I did it, very slowly, my inch still wet with her goo. I felt her hole widening and then tightening with my inch inside. I start again moving my hands, three of my fingers inside her, and she moaned a bit strongly, without yelling or crying. I was getting her wet, weaker and more subdued, bu I was not hurting her. Her goo was sprinkling on my hand, and she was thanking me for the pleasure she was feeling. 

"Oh, dòmo arigatò... Thank you...Thank you so much... Do it to me again and again... again... Kimochi, tottemo kimochi... It's so... oh... so beautiful..." 

I let her "go", and only then I possessed her with my dick, poking my longer fingers in her ass. Now I was fucking her from both sides. And she was not opposing it at all. 

"Oh, 'zengo ny, zengo ny'...", she moaned qietly, as if she was chanting a real buddhist "gonjo"... A "gonjo" for the male who was fucking her... "Zengo ny", back and forth... You plow me, back and forth... from both sides... I know I can't stop you, even if I wanted... And I don't... You are a male... you act like a male with me... a determined male... And I want it... I want you so!

It's just the same old story. If you stop when a woman says "no", when she is not convinced about something, chances are that "no" becomes a "yes". Just because she understands that you accept a "no" for an answer, that you can stop, that you want to make love or sex with her, to fuck her, but not to rape her at any cost. And she becomes curious, she can think "why not? let's try, with him! If I get hurt, if I change my mind, he will stop... he can do that!". As we say, "Chi tocca e se ne va, di nuovo toccherà". Who touches and move away, will touch (and more) again... 

Yoko did not change her mind. She moaned, yelped, 

lamented, "'Kimi wa boku o danshoko suru!, Kimi wa boku no ketsu o kyooda'!", you sodomize me, you spear my ass... but when Masako told me to stop, she shook her head, "Iee, iee! Tsudzukete kudasai'!", no, please, go on... and then she let me ride her, abandoning herself to my hard blows, as to the destiny. To the bitter end. "'Onegai, issho ni ikku'!", she murmured, looking at me, when she felt her orgasm coming. Please, let's "go" together... I ask you nothing but that... 

And i contented her, as much as I can.

Masako only kept watching, quiet and excited at the same time, while I was abusing her friend ("abusing", so to say). I know it was her turn, but to submit Yoko had been as tiring as it had been fun. She smiled to me, but I shook my head: I was not made of steel, after all...

She shrugged and started to "clean" my dick, everywhere, with deverness, and when her deverness got rewarded by my erection, she let me take her, this time, face to face. She had a strange expression , while I plowed her slowly. Calm, friendly, not so much passionate.She had my dick inside, pounding, hard and long, she was mine, and enjoyed it, but it was just "ecchi", sekkusu", sex and nothing more. May be, a good friendship with benefits, a simpathy "continued by other means". She definitely was not in love with me. That's why she was not jealous of Yoko, all the way round, she was really happy I have shown her little cousin a good time...

In the meantime, Yoko was shooting what I was doing to her "onee chan", from my back. Her tights spread, and my dick going in and out of her, slow and inexorable. I can see her in the mirror, if I looked behind me, and not in the half closed, meek, satisfied eyes of Masako. She too looked at the younger girl, and smiled. 

"She will be a great porno director", she said. 

I snorted.

She wispered in my ears to get her legs wider open, raising them, making my arms pass behind her knees, as I did with Yoko. I did it, swiftly, first a legs, then the other, but all in a row Now the scene for Yoko was even hornier, and she blushed.

But soon she pushed the smartphone to her face again, as a flirtatious carnival mask, smiling and touching her pubes. She imagined to be there, beneath me, as she was when I fucked her the first time. Spreadeagled, at the mercy of the male, not even the support of the feet to try and unhorse him, just a torso of warm flesh for the male to stick up, the legs as butterfly wings... as a butterfly staked on the tick cardboard of a collector's box... And happy of it... Because this was her pleasure, her fate, her Karma as a female... And because that male had prepared her so well for his skewer... that's why she kept smiling at me, touching herself... I had been not a raper, just a good lover... Maybe the best lover of her life, till then... And she wanted me again...

"Please", said Masako in my ear. I looked at her. She had a strange, different face, now. 

"What's that?" I said.

"Fuck my ass," she said, after a short silence. "'Danshokute, chodai...ima"...now...please...Put a 'kondo san' on, if you want...Do it... I want it..."

I looked at her. Who knows why she wanted it. But if she wanted... 

"Yotsunbay", I said. 

She put herself on all four. I wore a "kondo san" quickly and start penetrating her, first in the soft, deep, warm belly, to lubricate the envelop of my dick. Then, where she wished, slowly. 'Your dick is big and long, for me,' she had said. Now she wanted it there, but it was not a reason to bust her bowels. She accepted my slow invasion gratefully, moaning lowly, calmly, subduedly. When she got used to it, she bent her head a bit to the left, without turning it completely.

"'Motto hayaku...motto fukaku'... Harder... and deeper...please..."

She bowed even more, renouncing to the support of the elbow, leaving her head on the futon, her arms lying on the futon, parallel to the body, the nails of the inches touching her knees. A triangle of feminine flesh, sweet, submitted, abandoned.

I start pounding her stronger, as she wanted, slowly increasing the strenght and the frequency of the thrust. Yoko kepts shooting the scene, breathless. Masako had defended her little as from my dick, and now she was offering to me her own... Without my request, just to be more mine. more female, more...bitch? Well, maybe... A woman who likes a man has the right to be bitch with him, for him... If she wants... As much as she wants...

Masako was groaning stronger, of course, but she did not ask for mercy. She seemed happy of what she felt, of what I was doing her, harder and harder...

"You are... The second male in my asian Ass...and the first 'gaijin'...", she said, and I saw her smiling... I was splitting her ass, and she was smiling...

"Do you want it so strong?", I said, doubtful. She nodded, eyes closed, relaxed as if I was massaging her.

"Oh, yes... Fuck my 'ketsu' harder... like a master... such an awful master..."

"She really wants it... She is asking for it..." noticed Yoko, with surprise. She felt little, absolute beginner, even a bit underachiever in the field of sex, facing this spectacle. I have still so many things to learn, she thought, maybe...

"You are not obliged to let a man do that to you, if you don't like", I said her. "It's just a matter of tastes: no compulsory program". Masako nodded, eyes closed.

"Make me enjoyed too, please!", cried Yoko, and then she put hersef in the same pose of Masako, just beside her. I got what I had to do. Two finger in the belly, inch behind, as before. Yoko yelped, as I pierced her, both sides

"Well... then I will fuck you together, you little shameless asian whores...", I said, with my most bearish voice, 

"Yes, yes...Fuck both of us...Everywhere!" pleaded Yoko, while I started moving my hand inside her.

"You are just born to get fucked... By all the men who want you...", I insisted brazing. 

"Yes... By... all... the men...", devotely answered Yoko. "we are...Asian whores... Natural born Asia whores!"

"We are born...to have dicks...inside..." wailed Masako. "To get fucked... by males...like you... and we are happy...of it..."

I keep boning both of them, enjoying their moans, the heat of their bowels, their absolute Asian submission. They were weeping as if I was raping them, as if they were only surrending to my brute force, to the fear I could hurt them. But I knew that they wanted to be possessed by me, as I wanted to possess them... and even more...

Yoko was weeping and "going" at the same time, tortured by the frequent pushes of my fingers, when I "went" inside Masako. Maybe she would have wanted to feel my sprays deep inside her, but my blows had been strong enough to take her to the orgasm all the same.

We fell all together on the futon, one above the other. We were all breathless, sweated and happy. Kiss, strokes, glances. Smiles... 

"You are a real 'gaijin' male," said Yoko. "We'll never forget you...and your dick!" she giggled, removing the "kondo-san" from my dick and throwing them in the dustbin.My dick was still quite thick and erected.

"No one had fucked us that way... Nobody had made us... enjoy so much!", addes Masako. THey both were panting, sweating, smelling their smell more than ever. Something like soya sauce, I would have said. But it was nice, and sexy...

"How do you say... 'enjoy'?" I asked.

"'Tanoshindè!'" smiled Yoko. "And you?"

"'Godere'," I shrugged. It seemed to me quite trivial, who knows why...

"'Godere'..." said Masako. "'Tu...ci hai...fatto...godere...molto!'" she giggle.

"I had understood that...'l'avevo capito'..", I said, and we laugh...

Yoko was looking at me, like a pussycat. How many things in that glance. Fulfilled desire, but not satiety. Calm, submission, offer. The memory of the pleasure she felt, but maybe the regret that I had been her first 'gaijin', but not her first male, her first real winner male. I stroke her face, then her boobs, and they get even more swollen. She closed her eyes a bit, and then open them, always watching me. If you want me, It's OK for me, she was saying with her eyes. Wherever you want. Even in my ass... That too belongs to you...

I kiss one of her nipples, she let me do. I was too tired to take her again, but the thought that if I just had wanted her, she would have been mine again, with her tender body and her warm holes, was exciting me. And she was tenderly moaning while I touched her, kissed her, sucked her. I'm yours, gaijin male, my master. Take me again, and again...I can't say no to you...I poke a hand between her tights, and she open her legs, letting me in her sex. My fingers swimming in her goo... I poked the hand yonder, beyond the perineum, and she let me explore the other hole too... Her boobs swollen to breaking point, her eyes closes, her open mouth, wispering moans, asking for kisses... Masako was just looking, shooting, then she put under my nose her boobs, just s bit bigger than the other girl's ones, and I start kissing them...They were both happy, moaning, open, relaxed, without arguing a bit. That male was enough for two, they knew that. And I sure did not want that they started a bitchfight for me...

"Do you want a 'Paizuri' from Yoko?", asked me Masako. Yes, I wanted. She looked at her friend and she kneeled. She liked that way, it seemed. I stood up in front of her and she cleaned my dick with a napkin, and took them between her little boobs. Masako kneeled behind me and kissed and licked my back, from my butt up, wile Yoko started moving her breasts and my dick started getting harder.Then Masako just stood behind me, kissing my neck, her body close to mine. She looked at Yoko, quietly, approvingly, no hostility at all. 

"It has been really good to make love with you," she told me. "I would like to... do it again...and again...Don't look to other females, please... while you are here..:"

"And Yoko?"

"Yoko is my friend... She too likes you... She has enjoyed your dick... your way to make love... just like me..."

"Really? I am afraid I have hurted her... If she was almost virgin..."

"No worry... You prepared her well... Is it your tactics?"

I recalled a bit. What tactics? Oh, yes...

"To lick the girls' cunt? Yes, I like it...Taste them, sniff them... And usually it works..."

"Oh, yes, it works," she smiled, remembering the first orgasm I gave her, a week ago. "Did you sniffed us well?"

"Yes...You both have a good smell... Yoko's is almost childish, yours is more enticing, but both are sexy...". She was chukling. "By the way, how did you call it?"

"Oh...'kanjuru'... or more romantically, 'ai-eki', juice of love..."

"No, I mean...the cunt...besides 'neko' and 'pushi'... Are there other name?"

"Ah... "Chitsu"..."O-manko"..."Nyanh-nya"...oppure "Haka", which means box..."

"Hm," I said. "You have said I am your first Italian male. But have you been in bed with other 'gaijin'?"

"Are you jealous?" she giggled.

"No. Just curiosity." I said. She thought about it.

"Yes, once. I did it because he was gentle, just like you. Not because... I am not a 'gaisen'..."

"What is a 'gaisen'?" I asked. I have already a suspect.

"A girl who only like strangers, 'gaijin'. There are many. Sometimes they marry a foreigner, and sometimes they don't. They just enjoy them."

"Why?"

"why they marry them, or why not?" 

"Why do they like strangers?"

"Because usually they are more gentle. They... respected women more than many japanese men," she said. Then she chuckle. "And they have a bigger 'cazo'," she admitted.

"'Cazzo', with two 'Z's," I correct her. She giggled. She relly liked to be corrected, by me. 

"'Caz-zoo'!" she articulated. "It means dick, yes?"

I nodded. 

"Dimensions do matter," I said, I looked at her. "How do you say?"

"'Seizu wa juuyoodèsu," she chuckled. "You know, that's the translation. Traditionally we say: 'Nagai hana, nagai yari'. Long nose, long spear. 'Lungo naso, lunga...lancia'..."

"Hm," I said. "And is my spear long? 'E la mia lancia è lunga'?"

She let her arms dangle on my chest, kissed the base of my neck, where it connected to my right shoulder.

"Molto, molto lunga..." she mumbled. Very, very long... 

Yoko was bending her head, leaving my glans reach her lips, leaving many little kisses on it. And when I "went", she let my goo sprinkle over her, from her mouth tho her breasts. She looked at me smiling while she spreaded my goo on her body with her hands. 

"Seyeki, seishi", she said. "Juice of male, milk of male... Dick juice, dick milk... Juice of you, milk of you... Good for my skin...". Masako smiled to her and stroked her hair. 

I would have loved to remain a bit more with those girls, tender and mild, but it was time to get home for me. I said that, and they agreed, it was better to go back for them too. I waited while they showered, we redressed and we went out of there. They escorted me to the subway, to the right platform of my train. From there on, I could do on my own: I knew the road already. They waved their hands, smiling, as if we had just had a stroll together, and went away. 




Kondo San? Pt. 02



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That evening I looked around me in the refectory of the "student's house", paying more attention, especially to the japanese girls. They all seemed so perfect, dignified. But I knew, they were not always so. When they surrendered to a man, they REALLY surrendered to a man. Yelling, crying, enjoying... And I figured, for each girl, how she could be "au moment supréme", when she "went"... Just a mental exercise, no desire to "cheat" Masako (and Yoko). Masako asked me not to look for other "mesu", females, as long as I was still there. And I had no intention to do it. But who knows how many girls, among those who were almost casually looking at me, were wondering how long could be my "spear". How many would like to be speared. No matter where... 

The next week end, lthe last I had to pass in Japan, only Yoko came at the date, in the subway station near my "student's house". Masako had a cold, maybe a flu. I was embarrassed to go to a love hotel with her, especially without Masako. But she assured me: she wanted to have sex with me, Masako knew, and she had given her permission. Since I had to leave, there was no reason I had to renounced to a last bit of sex just because she could not be with us. 

It was a strange thing. I took her, almost for not to offend her, and it was beautiful calm and sweet. I felt her small, almost virgin body was mine, belonged to me, and she was happy of that. No need of pound her, hurt her, "fuck the shit out of her": I only reveled into her. I taught her to tighten the muscles around a dick, to feel it more and make the male happier: she did not know that trick yet, and she liked it. But for the rest of time we only talked, while she massaged my body with her own. She liked it, "per se", I don't know why. 

While she leaned on me and moved her body, she explained me some more of Japanese feelings about sex and love. What is 'ai', the "love" in the western meaning? What is 'ecchi', or 'sekkusu'? And what there is in between? Well, there is a lot, in between. 'Tamaranai', a very strong attraction, something like "I die with lust of" (not necessaryly sex, but ALSO sex), or 'tamannee', something more calm, but always something pulsional, more than affective. And the special relations within steady, even married couples. You can love your husband and fuck with another man, every now and then, not necessarily the same man: one night stands, one-off, you like, you do. And so can do your husband. It's advisable to have a deal on the matter, of course, the sooner, the better: I recognize that you can desire other persons and I accept it, provide you love me and stay with me. We all are different, not everyone can be so tolerant. Just these deals were quite frequent in Japan. 

I was still feeling myself weird to make sex with a so young girl, and without Masako. The last time it had been a surprise, two beautiful Japanese girl willing to make sex with you, I wonder what normal male would have said "no"... And Masako was there, I made sex with her, and when I did it with Yoko I knew she agreed, she was happy too. But now she was not with me. 

"Are you in love with Masako?" asked me Yoko, calmly. Maybe she felt I was not totally there.

"'Tamannee', I guess", I said. She nodded. I had cited the right class of feelings, maybe. 

"And with me?" she asked.

"You are a beautiful girl..." I started, uneasy.

"But I am just 'ecchi'," she said, without changing tone, keeping on caressing me with her body. "A nice cozy japanese cum-dump...". I nodded. She could handle the truth. She knew it, no need for me to confirm or deny.

"Just 'ecchi' And maybe too young for me."

"Just 'ecchi' with you is enough for me, " she said. I turned my head to look at her. She was leaning to kiss me, on the cheek. And she did it. "And you are a honest, strong, nice and not yet too old gaijin male. And I am happy to have been your cum-dump." 

I loked at her, perplexed. No shit...

"Really, I am very happy of it," she continued. "I like your dick, your taste, your smell, your strenght... And I like... you..."

"'Arigatò'..." I said. We kissed each other on the mouth, lips closed. I put my head down, and Yoko kept massaging me. Then a doubt came to my mind.

"But is this not love? 'Ai'?", I asked, worried. 

She snorted, moved her head to say "no".

"'Tamannee', I guess, " she said, copying my words and my tone. 

I snorted too.



Kondo San? Pt. 03



Of course, after such experiences, I had left for Italy full of nostalgia, longing to be in Japan again. But I did not ever think to move there for good. As someone wisely said, tourism is one thing, emigration is another. And this applies to Japan more than to many other places. To integrate in Japan, for a foreigner, is really difficult, from the cultural point of view and even more regarding the job opportunities. And it's not just a question of bows and ideograms: that's the less. Japanese are really very kind with foreigners, especially with Europeans and Americans, but not always with those who want to become "one of them". They think that this, for most of the foreigners, is a too much ambitious program. A wise person would not ever try to do it. And they don't like unwise persons. 

I had some weeks of hard times to catch up with the job, especially with the rhythm of the job. Up to the point that when I reminded those careless, hasteless moments with Masako and Yoko, in that fake but so cozy and relaxing Japanese "house", I hardly believed I had really lived them, and not in a previous life. 

So when the dust subsided and I could breath, the first thing I did was to prepare another long break in Tokio. I dropped even a possible career opportunity because it interfered with my plans. Life is made of priorities. On the other hands, I perfectionated my skills about tele-working. And since I had found that my improved skills in Japanese language were apreciated by my clients and my bosses, I had a good rationale for my superego (and my bosses too): I was planning not another long holyday, but a short advanced language course. 

A language course is always a good way (and a good rationale) to make a trip, no matter where. A language is a skill, it looks well in a CV, it's good for your culture (and your brain: the more it works, the later it will give you problems), and language courses usually last longer and cost less than any other form of travel. And to know a language doubles you chances to get out with a girl you like. The accommodation can require a bit of sportsman's spirit (a "student's house" is never a Hilton), but getting a bit out of your confort zone is also a healthy move, every now and then. Just a bit, of course. I am not one of those extreme-sports nuts... 

This time I would not have travelled alone. There was a guy, the son af an acquaintance of mine. He was a real Japan-lover, more than I. He had graduated with a very good grade, he had asked a trip to Tokio as a prize, and the family had had to accept it, but they would have never let thim go alone. 

And quite rightly. He was a nice and educated guy, but Japan is not around the corner, in any sense. And he had just some bases of Japanese language, and some confuse ideas of how Japan should have been (but not necessaryly was). 

While I had read "Sayonara", the James Michener's romantic and a bit idealized novel about Japanese women in the 50es, when I was as young as he was now, he had a real culture about "manga", "anime" and everything. But this was not enough to face the real Japan. As it was not enough even "Sayonara"... 

So they entrusted me that guy, and I took the task seriously. I talked with him, as a "sempai" can talk to a "kohai", since he liked that kind of terms, or if you prefer, as a veteran who makes it clear to a rookie, "The young British soldier", something alike. 

"Speak English, always English, only English, your Japanese is laughable," I told him. "Study it, as well as you can, the more you will learn their language, the more they will respect you, but their culture is not only their language, is more complex. If they ask if you know Japanese, say you know it a bit, now and forever, never boast. You'll never be one of the boys, for them, you are a "gaijin" and so you will always be. Play your role, don't get mad to bow as it takes, you will never learn, and nobody expects it from you. Just bow your head, show respect, they will understand you are a nice guy all the same." 

"But if I won't become one of them, how can I find a job there?". So THIS was his plan. Poor boy... 

"That's it: you will never find it. Why should they give a job to you, with all the guys they have? To get a place there, you must be MORE skilled than them. And you have even to find someone who understands it, and admits it, even if you are a "gaijin". And the job rules are hell. We are socialist, compared to them. You better just forget it."

"And what if I start my own business?"

"Columbus's egg, ain't it? And what to you want to do? A pizzeria? You come late, they are almost sick and tired, of how many they are. By the way, sushi and tempura are not bad, but don't try the seaweeds, you have to be born for that... And tofu too, is like to eat cardboard, if you don't baster it with something... Asashi beer is quite good too, sake, try it once, if you wish, but I don't advise you. Got it?

When we got to the chapter "girls", I had to burst other bubbles. Sempai must be cruel, sometimes. Geishas were virtually estinct, in their traditional shape, and however they were not at all what he thought: top class escorts who followed traditional time-wasting rules of engagement before to get to bed. To die with AIDS from them was impossible, because sex was out of question, if not with their "danna", if they still existed (but it was hard to explain him what they were: not selfless sponsors, so to say). But to die with boredom...yes it was possible, at least for an uneducated "gaijin". As he was.

"And the...how do they say... soapland?" he asked?

I snorted. He was quite informed, after all... Japanese called them "sopurando", with their peculiar idea of English pronunciation. Once upon a time they called them "turkish bath", but the Turkish embassy had protested for the embarrassing linking. And they had passed to something more apolid. Land of the soap. No ambassador had ever protested for that. And not even the detergent manufacturers' association, coming to think of it...

I interrogated him about them, and he already knew all the above, but there was a thing that he ignored. A detail. But as always is, the devil is in the details. 

"Well, yes, they exist. But virtually only for japanese. Someone says that it is so because some bad American servicemen in shore leave made an epic mess in one of them, mistreated the girls, some time ago. Some other people say that's because there is the Yakuza behind that business, and they dont like that the "gaijin" have fun with japanese girls. However, it it almost forbidden zone, for us. There is a few places where "gaijin" can enter, but they say that the girls working there are not so Japanese: Koreans, this kind of things. 

"And is it right?"

"Right or wrong, I don't know. Words passing by. I have a friend who was there, he speaks japanese better than I. He says it's fine, girls are nice, they wash you, pamper you like a baby, but they are naked as when they came to the world. And if you are handy with the girls, you can make a deal for the rest. And Japanese or Koreans, the girls are dynamite. I did not go there yet." 

"And the 'Enjo Kosài"?" he asked. I stared at him.

"What do you know about "Enjo Kosài"?

"well... I know that the translation is more or less "sponsored meeting", or "meeting for a help"... Usually it involves students, or however very young girls..."

"Yeah. An euphemism for 'under aged'", I said, frowning. There is a minimum age limit for this kind of games, in my humble opinion. And however, a real woman in bed is worth two, three teenage chicks. With a woman, sex is a jam session. With a too little girl, besides the moral issues, it's boring like to teach her to play the piano... From the scratch...

"However, It seems something like the old stories about Russian girls meeting strangers to have jeans or stockings, in the late 80es..."

"Prehistory", I shrugged. Those days were gone. Russian girls were always there, beautiful as ever, but rules of engagement were totally changed... "And there are two difference. Then, Russian girls asked for jeans and stockings directly, as a gift, so it seemed a bit less like prostitution. Now, the girls involved in "Enjo Kosài" ask MONEY and THEN go and buy fashion stuffs, famous brands, Gucci, D&G, and not only dress, even hi-tech gadgets, the last I-phone and the like..."

"And the second difference?"

"The second one is that this jazz too is Japanese-only, even more than the other," I said, looking at him with a sorry face. "Russian girls were eager to find strangers, Japanese girls who are in the 'Enjo Kosài' trade don't even look at you, if you are a 'gaijin'. They do not approach anybody directly, as the Russians did. They put insertions in some magazines, or on the Internet, but only in Japanese. Because they look for rich and even mature Japanese, most of the time. And you are neither. And so am I. It's not our turf, at all." 

"But then, what can we do? What did you do? Did you picked up?" He was dismayed.

"Oh, well..."

"Oh, got it!" he smiled. "How it happened?"

"Uh, like... I swear, it's been just chance.."

So, in spite of the sacred rule "a gentleman enjoys and keeps mum", I reported him about my intimate adventures in the land of the rising sun. Without giving too much details, of course, but, I showed him my score. At the end, he was looking at me in quite another way. Well, better envied than pitied, right?

"And... Would it be possible to know those girls?"

"Yes... But don't get wrong, no mental wanking, they are not..."

"They are not nuns, that's for sure... Then? Can we meet them?"

"I can try... But don't make me look bad, got the picture? Or else..."

"I got it: it takes style, style... Even for..."

"That's it!" 

Of course Kasako and Yoko knew that I was coming there, and both were impatient to see me again (well, say "see me"...). When my "kohai" joined the party, I informed Masako by phone, with a bit of embarrassment. I was not sure at all it has been a good idea to share with him our own personal deals, and even less sure the he would have acted properly with her and Yoko. But Masako was not so worried, let alone angered for my indiscretion. 

"Is your friend an Italian?" she asked me, very interested.

"Of course," I said.

"Then it's all right. How old is he?"

"Quite younger than me. And virtually a 'doutei', I guess." I said. 'Doutey' was the japanese term for a male who never had a woman. And I was almost sure, although we did not discuss the item, that my "kohai" fell in that cathegory. Not the kind of latin lover, or Casanova, or Don Giovanni whatsoever. Not at all.

"Is he an 'otaku'?" chuckled Masako. She had got the point, spot on. "Otaku" is the japanese "hard", extreme version of "nerd". A poor guy with zero social life, up to the point that he doesn't even look for it anymore: hidden in his room, DVD, videogames, 'manga', 'animè' more or less unproper for kids, that king of guy. And my "friend" was more or less the same. A swot, a geek, you name it... An "otaku" with a graduation. 

"I'm afraid yes..." I gravely confirmed her thesis. "And he is in love with Japan. This is the journey of his life, for him. And I am his 'sempai' in this journey. I have to take care of him."

"Well, you are a good potential 'sempai', don't worry. You have the right age, and the right mind for it. That's why I like you."

"Only for that?" I ask.

"Don't be kinky, now," she giggled. But her voices had become more "kinky" too. She thought what I was thinking... 

"That is... Don't treat him bad... I beg you to be patient with him..."

"No worry," she giggled again. I had used the formula with which a newcomer introduced himself (herself) to a group. Name and surname, eventualy the job qualification, and then I-beg-you-to-be -patient-with-me... In Japanese, of course... "We will have a good time together".

"I thought to introduce him to Yoko," I said. "what about that?"

"A good idea. I will tell her about it."

"But thell her too that she is not obliged to do anything. If he misbehaves, if he pushes his hands too far..."

"No worry. Call me when you arrive."

To say that my joung friend/kohai was 'in love with Japan' was not an exaggeration at all. He loved everything of it. To go to Japan, for him, was like to go to the Mecca for a muslim, and regardless of my sad but true words, he was still enthusiast to go there. 

He looked around himself on the plane, full of Japanese girls coming back home from Rome, as if he was in something between a temple and a pastry shop. They were mostly nice, even very nice in some cases, but I showed very more self control than him. And it was not so hard, since he showed almost no self control at all.

"Have you ever seen more beautiful girls?" he moaned. I did not look at him.

"I have seen many girls as beautiful as these, and maybe more. Where I was younger than you are."

"And where?"

"Russia," I said. Like a veteran can say the name of a battle. Only the name. Don't ask for more.

And that had beed my baptism of fire... 

So when we met with Masako and Yoko, he fell in love with Yoko and I was not surprised a bit. She was his platonic ideal of little japanese girl. Short black hair, childish face, graceful manners, shyness, and a little body with all it took, just a bit small. She too liked him at first sight, since he showed all his skills of "nice guy". The only ones he had, but the kind of skills the japanese girls love. 

We got the chance of being there in the "sakura week", the time were the cherry blossom season arrived in Tokio. We visited a big park, renown for its cherry trees. It was wonderful, like some HD, almost fluorescent picture. The girlish bowl hair cut of Yoko was wonderful on that background. Especially in profile. 

I remembered "The last samurai", not Tom cruise, and not only that sting of the surrounded warlord who joked about the enemies: "they refuse to surrender!"... The talk of the warlord about the cherry flowers. We see them at the top of their beauty, but in fact they are dying, as all of us. That is, they are dying as flowers, they have almost made their job, then the fruits will come, another deal. But they are wonderful, perfect, all the same. Think about it... How to be mortals and perfect, or at least with your mind at ease, at the same time...

Since my friend was not yet tired of Japanese cuisine after the first days in the refectory of the school, we went in a little Japanese restaurant to eat. Masako and Yoko, laughing a bit, got him not to eat some "too much Japanese" food (something I would have eaten only in case of prolonged war), but the rest was absolutely fine. 

Even the lady who managed the restaurant was kind enough to praise my Japanese. I thought she did it for professional courtesy, to please the customer. But Masako and Yoko insisted that my "nihon-go" was the best they ever listened by a "gaijin". Sure they did not know so many "gaijin" (especially Yoko), but, these are things you're always glad to hear...

The only problem between my friend and Yoko was that he spoke very bad Japanese, and she spoke so-so English. So every now and then they asked me and Masako to translate something. It was a way to chat as any other, anyway. Do you like this, do you dislike that, have you seen this film, have you heard that song... Nothing trascendental, but when you talk with a girl, it's not compulsory to talk about quantum mechanics and the meaning of life (that is, I would avoid it, if I were in your shoes). And however, as someone said, words do not matter, the music matters...

And when the music ended, Yoko spoke a bit in Japanese, low voice, with Masako, and looked smiling to my friend. He had passed the test. 

When we got to the love hotel, my friend thought that Yoko would have asked a room for their own, but Yoko wanted to be with Masako, and with me. Even Masako had nothing against it. Before the war, Japanese of both sex, not necessarily relatives, had bath together in the public baths, or in the "onsen", natural warm water springs (HOT water springs, usually) spread throughout the Country. And if the Americans had "suggested" a minor promiscuity, the mood was still more or less the same. We were friends, nothing to hide, so what? 

My friend surrendered: his desire to be with Yoko was stronger than his sense of privacy. And Yoko had no such problems: me and Masako had already seen her naked...

Yoko would have loved if we had had the shower all together, but the shower room was too small for four persons, so she an my friend went there first. Very soon whe heard Yoko laugh, yelp and mutter while my friend groped her beneath the showering water. Surely she did not do what she was doing out of compulsion, to take care of my friend while Masako and me had a good time. The person who chooses to sacrifies himself for the harmony of the group... There is a word for this role, in Japanese, but I did not get to remember what...

"Undress me," said Masako. "Let's start without them..."

"Don't you want to have a shower, first?" I wondered. I thought it was a dogma, a categorical imperative: first the shower, then the sex. She shook her head, smiling at me. 

"'Watashi wa tottemo shitai'... I want it so much..."

She wanted it so much that she asked me to take her, as soon as she was naked, without any foreplay. "Ima siyo", fuck me now. Of course, when she was naked, I had what it took ready to use. And I realized that she really did not need foreplays. She was soft, warm, relaxed, drenched of her mild "kanjuru"...I took her face to face, but after a while, she changed his mind.

"'Kooseii'... 'Bakku siyo'... from behind... please..."

So, when Yoko and my friend came out of the bathroom, Masako were on all four and I stood right behind her. She said a word to Yoko, and Yoko gleefully put herself on all four too, close to her, and asked my friend to take her that way. My friend exitated a bit, but then he nodded and moved. A nice Japanese girl gives herself to you, free of charge, and you think about privacy? Sex, please! We are NOT British!

We fucked them in the same way, at the same moment, with the same rithm. And they liked it very much. They showed it to us the usual ways, whining and wailing and moaning and yelping as poor beaten cubs. Something heart-breaking, if we wouldn't have known that they had asked us for it. In fact, as soon as we got off them, they smiled at us, and started "cleaning" our dicks, knelt, each one facing her winner male. I was satisfied, of course, but my friend was into ecstasy. Yoko had been clever, with me, but maybe Masako had given her other lessons. Or maybe she had really a natural talent, besides having a very good teacher for technicalities ("sans tecnique le don n'est rien q'une sale manie": without technics, the talent is only a dirty madness...). 

Shortly, not only he was ready to move again well before me., but he simply threw himself over Yoko, and she greeted him with no problems, just with an "oh!" of amused surprise, before to start yelping again under his blows. Any order was gone, but nobody cared too much. We had gone along altogether like a coreography for too long. To go on that way would have been boring...

Masako kept on "cleaning" my dick and playing with it, till I "went" in her mouth, and Yoko greet the "seishi" of my friend in her womb again, with joy. She wispered something to him, and then he hugged her strongly, almost until it hurted her, rolled with her until he had her over himself and kissed her on her mouth, with all the feelings. Regardless of what she was "cleaning" a few minutes before. "That's amore", I thought.

Yoko pulled up a bit, puzzled, surprised by such a passion. Then she realized that she was not "in public", and she was there to do "intimate" things. And returned the kiss with interest, eyes closed, playing with the tongue of the male... At the end, my friend was more breathless than her, But both started laughing. 




Kondo San? Pt. 03



"I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship." I said. Maybe Masako did not get the quote by "Casablanca", but she smiled all the same. The Smartphone was on a small bracket under the big 'tokonome', in front of us, and it had shot all the scenes. 

Masako stood up and went telling something to Yoko, then both of them went to the bathroom. Masako had not got the shower, and Yoko wanted to shower herself again, everywhere. We had got a bit of a rest, before the second time. And we needed it.

I got the chance to explain to my friend all the matter of the kiss. He noticed the awkward face of Yoko when he kissed her, and he was wondering why. I made it clear about it. The arrive of "western" kiss at the end of XIX century, the fact that, before that time, there was not even a word to name it (the word "kisu", in Japanese, comes from English: "kiss"...), the "case Rodin" an all the rest.

My friend had barely the time to comment something like "Country you go...", when Yoko and Masako came back. We were still a bit exhausted, but they laid down in front of us, on the tatami, quite distant from each other, their bathrobes under their beautiful, naked bodies, to sooth a bit the contact with the "tatami".

"Are you tired for a bit of 'kunni' too?" asked Masako spreading her legs, while Yoko did the same. 

"'Kunni?'" asked my friend looking at me. I shrugged. Was it not clear enough?

"Cunnilingus," I said. Yes, we had skipped that passage. But they wanted it. 

That was why Yoko went to wash herself, and Masako too, out of correctness. They had got our dicks and our "seishi" in their cunts, they need to clean them well, if they wanted to be kissed there. 

And as I had said, they wanted a lot.

"They are not too bad, as a taste", I said, like a "connoisseur", and went to get what Masako was offering to me. She smiled, widened the legs a bit more, opened the petals of her little fleshy flower with her fingers, and then let me do. She had cleaned herself well, but soon I tasted again her scent, and her flavour. She was wet again...

"'Kimi no pushi ga moichido nurete imàs'," I wispered at her, smiling. She was smiling too.

"To greet you well, my 'daymyo'...my lord..."

"I'm not a "daymyo'. I am a dirty 'gaijin'."

"When we are naked, you are my 'daymyo'. And I'm your devoted concubine".

"Why not my wife?"

"Concubine is more exciting," she smiled. "I exist to get fucked by you. I am just warm flesh for your dick, and for you. But I am only for you... The other males do not exist, for me..."

I snorted. She really liked to play the slave. And if I ever had desided to have a slave, it was her...

"Why don't you teach me how to tie you with the ropes? To play 'Shibari' with you? I'ld like it..."

"Not now", she wispered, her eyebrows raised. "Too many people around..."

I snorted again, and kissed her sex deeper. 

She closed her eyes and raised her chin, breathing harder... 

"I like your tongue in my cunt..."

This was Yoko. She was murmuring like a sleepy little child, while my friend was exploring her tender sex. She had a softer taste, i recalled, and even the smell of her skin was childish, innocent, more belongint to a little girl than to a joung woman. She became woman later, in fact. And I was still wondering: how? Who had penetrated first that rosy, childish cunt? Did he hurt her, intentionally or not?

My friend was getting Yoko moan a lot. He had some skills I did not imagine. As far as I knew, it could well be the first cunt he ever kissed, but maybe he had read something about it, who knows where, and he was just waiting for the chance to use it. Yoko surrendered to the pleasure he gave to her, moaning with a low voice, as if she was stunned, a bit drunk, unable to stop him, to tell him "no". She was caressing his head, holding it between her tights, massaging her own body. 

She was so passive, abandoned, like the fisherman's wife in the Hokusai's printing. The printing shows a dream of the woman. She lays on her futon, assaulted and possessed by two octopuses, which are going to penetrate her with their tentacles. My friend had invaded her just with his tongues, but the capitulation of Yoko could not be more total. Wher her orgasm came, she started breathing faster, with little cries for any espiration, as if she got some problems, but just when I really started to worry, the peak came, and then she relaxed, looking at my friend with a serene smile. No danger, just the good old "ogazumu"... Only a bit stronger than usual...

Me and my friend could have fucked her together, now, like the two octopuses, in her belly and in her mouth, and she would not have resisted: laid on her back, open, helpless, stoned by the pleasure. A dick between the lips, another in the cunt, between the spread legs... But maybe Masako wouldn't have allowed us to do that.

Masako's cunt was smelling and tasty as I remembered. I was feeling only her female flavour, though I knew that her deep womb was full of my "seieki". This did not disturb neither her nor me. Her thights were caressing my ears, moving a bit casually while I made her get fun. And her voice caressed my ears even more. She enjoyed calmly the hommage of my mouth and my tongue, making compliments to me, sighing and breathing hard, crying just a bit when her orgasm came. 

"Yokattà...Kimochì ikattà!" she told me, smiling. Just to confirm I had served her well. But she did not allow me to fuck her again. "Sorry, I want to try your friend. Do you mind?"

"Not at all," I said, playing nice a bit. She kissed me on my nose. 

"Have fun with Yoko. She too was waiting for you..." she said, wily. She stood up and went to Yoko. They talked a bit to each other, and then she towed away my friend. 

Yoko greeted me with a smile. I kissed her on her closed lips, a western-stile friendly kiss. Of course we did not exchange it in the tube station or down in the street... She was a bit embarassed. 

"I have made sex with your friend. Do you want me to have another shower?" 

"Too many showers can be bad", I said, smiling. She smiled too, laid back and opened her legs, waiting for me to penetrate her.

I invaded her up to the bottom, slowly, while she closed ther eyes, to focus herself on the feelings of her belly. She moaned very lowly, while my dick sank in her soft sex to the hilt. 

"You're so strong, and gentle... Even whith your dick." she muttered, always in that strange, sleepy tone, while I started plowing her. "You don't want to hurt me, I know... to fuck me, for you, is like to fuck a little girl... But I feel your streght all the same... I feel it in the throbbing of your dick... And I feel that I belong to you... that you can do to me what you want... And I like it..." 

"Do you want me to fuck you harder? Like a woman?"

"Not now... Take me slowly... As if I was sleeping... And you didn't want to wake me completely... "

"Tell me if you change your mind" I said. She nodded.

"If I want rock and roll..." she smiled. I snorted. 

My friend had started to fuck Masako slowly too, a bit daunted by a more mature woman, and by the carelessness whith wich she took him away from her younger friend. Smiling to her and greeted with a smile. Masako was smiling at him, reassuringly. 

"Your friend is clever. Especially with the tongue," told me Yoko, seeing that I was distracted. 

"Sorry..." I said, confused. 

"Never mind... He fucked me two times, he too is strong. Now I just want to be pampered..."

"Even within?", I asked. 

"Yes," she chuckled. "Even within..." And she tightened her cunt to grip my dick, all inside. I winced. She remembered my lessons quite well... She looked at me: "I will never let you go..."

I laughed. Then I took one of her little feet and started to tickle it from the toe to the fingers. She jolted, laughed and eased its sweet but strong grip around my sex. 

"Disperated situations need disperated solutions," I said. She stopped laughing, her eyes were shining. 

"Fuck me rock and roll", she said, like an order.

I complied, pounding her to her limit. Beyond that. I remembered, I would have just made her suffer. She started crying like a poor little girl chased, reached and raped by a brute, but I knew she wanted just that, and I went on ruthlessly plowing her yelding soil, while she did not stop a moment to wail, yelp and praise me... till the foreseeable conclusion. 

"You still had so much 'seishi'...You filled me up to the eyes...", she smiled, when she could speak again. 

"May I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure", she answered, amused by my formality. I got out of her, and laid on my side. 

"I always wondered... Since when Masako told me that you were almost a virgin..."

"How I have lost my 'shojosei'? My maidenhead?" 

"Yes. Don't talk, if you don't want."

She thought a bit, then she turned on her belly. 

"Two boys, at the university. They..."

"Have they raped you?"

"No...that is...It began like a rape... They blocked me in some empty classroom. It was clear what they wanted to do to me... They were two, males, strong. determined. I felt that I was doomed. They could do to me all they wanted. If I would have resisted, I would have got only more pain, and they would have fucked me all the same. So I surrendered. I said: do it slowly, please, I am a virgin. And then, something strange happened. They looked at each other, they seemed surprised. Then they looked at me, and the older said, okay, we will not hurt you..." 

"Bu then they did..."

"No... Well... they did "it"... but without hurting me... without, say, unnecessary roughness... not as rapers. They came close to me, I have the eyes downcasted, but they... they seemed even more embarrassed than me... They touched my body, through my dress, my uniform... softly... like two "koibito", lovers, boyfriends... They asked me if I really was a virgin, I nodded, and they believed me. They started telling me that I was beautiful, that they desired have sex with me, but they... believed I disliked them... 

"Did you mistreated them? Scorned them?"

"No...Well, I was very shy, a bit rough, maybe, to defend myself... Maybe they thought that I was superb, that I put them down. But they wanted me... So they joined to rape me, to be surer... They were not so handsome, but nothing terrible... They were very clumsy, nerds, "otaku", maybe. But not so ugly. I told it to them. They asked me if I wanted to go on. I said nothing. And they started slowly undressing me. Dress by dress. Till they saw my boobs. They were swollen. I was ashamed, but I let them do. I was feeling strange. Not so abused, not even frightened. Strange. I would have not cried, they knew it, for shame, yes, but not only for that. I had decided to let them do, since they did it so softly. They pulled down my pants and made me lay on my dresses, I complied... Then they started kissing my skin, my neck, my... "chikubi"... my nipples... one for each, like babies, like cubs... And then they started going down along my body. And I didn't feel nauseated, no... They were kissing me, not even trying to lick me. They were iust caressing my body... as if they were touching... well, something... sacred..."

"Sacred?"

"Yes, it sounds weird to say that. But so it was. It was strange to do it with two males... but if I had to... become woman that day, that way... so let it be... It was not so awful... They wanted to touch me, sniff me, feel me, even more than fuck me...Really, they seemed to look for my body, my... tenderness, my warmth, my smell... The tenderness and warmth of a female body... More than for my cunt... They were so... lonesome... They got to my "pushi" and started kissing there too... My vulva, my thights... with no haste, lightly... And I began to relax, to get wet... And when the older one began to lick my "pushi", inside, I began to "go"... Slowly, almost silently... We do not want that somebody heard something... no one of us... When my orgasm went away, they penetrated me, one in my belly, one in my mouth... But I accepted it..."

"Did they hurt you, when..."

"Well...It was not exactly with no pain. But I expected something worse. They "went" into me, and I too felt something... Not an orgasm, maybe, but something deep, pleasant... Tickling... I don't hate those two boys. We rested a bit, an then the other boy took me, from behind. It was already less painful... It was no more rape, it was... sex, just "sekkusu"... I liked to have it inside, and even to kiss and clean the dick of the other boy... He caressed my head, while I was doing it... Maybe I would do it again with them... But I am embarassed to ask... Maybe they don't want me anymore, now..."

She had told the last words with a smile. She did not seemed so traumatized, although it all began like an attempt of rape. Surely those guys were really two nerds, not real vilains. Two mama's boys. They were really ready to hurt her to have sex, but the idea to be the first males for a girl was way beyond their dreams, and their capacity to handle the situation. They were scared by the idea to hurt her, to ruin her "first ime". They even tried to make her come, before to fuck her, as I would have done with a virgin, and somehow they got the point home. She had been damn lucky, after all. 

Masako and my friend were talking with each other too, who knows about what. Yoko called her friend and both came to us. 

"I want you both inside me!", she said, looking at my friend and me. 

Maybe, remembering her first experience, she got aroused. And now she wanted to belong to two male again, two "gaijin", this time. Long noses, long spears... I thought that Masako would be opposed to his desire , but she smiled and looked at us. Especially at me. She really wanted us to do what Yoko wished. 

We got closer to Yoko. She was knelt, naked, cheerful, She got our dicks, caressed them, kissed them. And she was doing it all with a smile, as if she were just playing with some toys. Some harder and harder toys. Then she put herself on all four, on the futon, looking at us.

"Come on, 'gaijin' males!", she said, defiantly. "Fuck me as you want!"

I went behind her and spanked her quite strong. Just once. She yelped.

"We will punish you, bad little girl!" I said. Then I penetrated her, roughly. She yelled, but nodded, at the same time. It was beautiful to feel her sex dilating to greet me, with no resistence, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. I wanted her, and she wanted my dick inside. She was warm, deep, notwitstanding her pose, cozy as always.

My friend stood in front of her, she smiled at him, took his hand, he knelt, and she swallowed his dick, looking into his eyes. She really wanted to play the slut. And she was doing it quite well. I would have never said, looking at here that same morning, that she could take a dick in her mouth that way... She did not accept it: she took it... a dick just come out of the smelly cunt of another woman...

Masako was shooting all the scene. And she was excited of what she was seeing. A little asian girl, weak, naked, bent, at the mercy of too bad 'gaijin' males. Two bad males she was adoring, now. But this was out of the scene... 

I was holding Yoko by her sides, for her small, almost curveless Asian bum, spanking her when I wanted, Suddenly she took my hand. I thought she wanted me not to spank her anymore, but she had other intentions. She pushed my hand in the valley between her butts. She wanted me to fuck her ass with my fingers. She wanted to be prey of two males, in all of her holes. Yes, she wanted right that... 

"You little whore... You little shameless Asian whore..." I said, penetrating her rosy hole. She wailed, a wail that the dick in her mouth trasformed in a whine. My friend was pushing slowly, without forcing, breathing with his mouth open. Yoko was accepting the tip of his dick touching her uvula, each time he pushed. She wanted to be possessed by both 'gaijin" males, everywhere, in every hole... "Long noses, long spears"... And her tender body made to be speared, penetraded, invaded, dominated... And the more we dominated her, the more she was happy... 

"This little whore is too skilled for me," my friend says. "I am coming..."

"Wait! Let's cum this bitch together...", I answered. Yoko did not reacted, fully compenetrated in the role of the timid, resigned slave... Masako translated all in Japanese, and she simply nodded. I felt her muscles tightening deliberately my dick in her belly. She wanted to be flooded by her two rude winners, together. And she got it, muttering, eyes closed, wile we sprinlked our cum into her and she accepted it in her belly and swallowed it in her throat... 

"You are a good cocksucker, Yoko...", my friend panted. "Excuse me if I say it to you..."

She pulled back her head, freeing his dick out of her mouth, and breathed. She already have swallowed it all. 

"Never mind", she smiled, looking at him. And she kissed his balls. 

He knelt and hugged her. Maybe he was falling in love. I had to explain to him the big differences between "ai", "ecchi", tamannee", "sekkusu" and everything, I thought... 

I wipped Yoko's back with my dick, still hard, and she turn to me. Quiet, with the same smile.

"Kimochì okattà", she said. I smiled too. She wanted to reassuring me again. You just fucked me well, you did not hurt me with your big dick... Don't feel guilty...

We helped Yoko to stand up. It was a strange picture. Two males and the girl they both had fucked, all smiling friendly at each other. And even Masako was smiling at us. Feeling our dicks inside. The happy hippy utopia, realized for some short time, somewhere... Like the antimateria in a collider...

"If you are tired, lay down and let us do, now", Masako said. 

We laid down on our belly, on their bathrobes still spread down on two points of the tatami. Masako laid down over me, and Yoko did the same with my friend. It was a show to see her going back and forth on his spine, eyes closed. embracing his shoulder, rubbing her body on his own like a cat. She too felt something for my friend. Or they had simply shared the prey: if something seriously had ever to happen, something beyond "sekkusu" or "tamannee", she had to be content with the young boy. The man belonged to Masako, the "older sister". And now, knowing the younger boy, she had no regret about this agreement. 

"Yoko is quite in love with my friend," I said. 

"Are you sorry about that?"

"No. She is nice, and sweet... But she is too young for me."

"You are a wise man. A real 'sempai'..." Masako said. I snorted. Me, 'sempai'... greatly exaggerated! 

"Maybe I have been indiscreet, with her..."

"Indiscreet?"

"I asked her how she became a woman..." 

"Nothing wrong. What do you think about that?"

"She has been lucky. She could find two real scoundrels... And then they wouldn't have given a damn for her maidenhead... They would have gutted her with their dicks, no doubt...Poor Yoko..."

"You are right... Me too, I was frightened by the idea to get raped when I was still... 'shojo'... "

"Is raping a big problem, in Japan?"

"More or less as everywhere, I think... Surely not so much less... And then there are those who touch your..."

"O-shiri..." I said, to avoid to her the awkwardness. It was a polite way to say "ass". She snorted.

"O-shiri... Not on the road, maybe, but in the subway... The rush hour, you know... All pressed like fishes in a barrell... There are those who keep their places, if you feel their crotch agaisnt your butts, it's not their fault... You can also excite yourself a bit... I have felt some who... they seemed almost 'gaijin'!" she chuckled. Me too.

"But?"

"But there are those who touch you, with the hands... The first time I was a schoolgirl, I had the "seifuku", the mandatory uniform of the school... Only skirt, no trowsers... So he got to touch my pants... I was ashamed, I did not shout... And it happened again, and again, and again, and again... And they were so clumsy, rough, besides the rest... I am sure you would do better... Whatever girl would be happy to be groped by you, in the morning... And not only groped..."




Kondo San? Pt. 03



"You're too good!" I laughed. She was giggling too... "But, seriously, would it be possible to... denounce them? To arrest them?"

"Theoretically... They have put big stickers in the subway's wagons, "Denounce the perverts"... But almost no girl does it...Always for the shame, you know... However they always can say, 'this girl is mad, I never touched it!'... Go and prove it to the police... Embarassing..."

"Yeah...". I felt her body totally leaning on me, slowly moving over my back. I have fucked her, and she was happy of it, willing to do it again. And now he was making me feel good in another way. Just to please me. For the sake of it. The caress of a woman's body... Maybe even better than a cunt!

"Did you ever touch the "o-shiri" of a girl... without permission?"

"Once in this lifetime. At the high school. She slapped me in the face, and it was all." 

"Youthful mistakes," she snorted. I nodded. "You are true. Not all the men would talk about that. I like it."

"And how did you solve the problem, not to get raped while you were a virgin?"

"Being deflowered by a man who was not a raper," she said. Elementary, Watson...

"A boyfriend?"

"Sometimes a boyfriend can become a raper. If you say too many 'no's in a row... Or if you want to leave him.." she said. True.

"And then? A one-off with a 'gaijin'?"

"Something alike," she laughed. "There was a boy in my high school. He was Japanese, but his dick was like that of a 'gaijin', for some reason. And all the girls called him that way. I think he had had virtually all of them... A friend of mine suggested me to get in touch him to solve my... problem... she had tried him, and she was enthusiast... But she told me not to talk about it too much... It was quite a secret, you know... we were still under-aged... And he was already almost an adult, at the last year..."

"A real underground idol," I commented. She chuckled. "And what happened?"

"Well, I contacted him, told him about my problem... And he accepted to help me. I went to his house... And we did it..." 

"What kind of man he was? Besides his 'chinko', I mean..."

"A nice person. Calm, wise, for his age... I trusted him. He seemed like a real 'sensei', a master of some martial art... A real master..."

"'Ecchi no sensei'...Master of the sex..." I said. She snorted.

"Really... I have talked to him, about my problem, just like to a master, a doctor, or about. It was awkward, you see...I did not care how long it was, I just wanted to become woman with no fear, no pain. And then, if they had to rape me... Like in that Italian western movie: I'ld have surrendered, then I would have had a shower, and that would have been that. 'No woman has ever died for it'..."

"I remember," I said. 'Once upon a time in the West'. Hats down, in memory of Sergio Leone. "So?" 

"So, he accepted, we met, he did is best to put me at ease, but I was blocked to death. We were... naked, in his 'futon', but I was unable to touch him beneath the neck... He pulled away the duvet, showed me his dick, still laying down, and told me to play with it. And I played... I touched it, I smelled it... His dick, his... 'kintama'..."

"His balls..."

"Balls... After a while, I had no fear of it anymore... I took his tip between my lips, I kissed it, but he said it was not the time yet. So i started kissing his body, and I had no problems, it seems natural, to me... I know he wouldn't have hurted me, not because he could not do it, but because he didn't want to do it... I got to look in his eyes, closed my owns and kissed him... And he started touching my..."

"'Ketsu no ana'?"

"'Ketsu no ana'..." she nodded. "and my 'neko' too... And I had no fear. I wished that he took me, that he rummaged inside me... I was really drenched, inside...I laid on my back, looked at him... "Now you can fuck me", I said..."

"And he?" 

"He told me to close my eyes... I obeyed... I expected to feel his "chinko" in my "kage mon", in my vulva... To feel a bit of pain... But I felt nothing... I open my eyes, just in time to see him pushing his head between my thighs... I was surprised, but she smiled. 'Get ready', she said, 'I will make you enjoy as never in your life'..."

"He was going to lick your cunt..."

"Yes... I kept my legs wide, I felt he had the right to do to me all he wanted... I went to him, to get fucked, and he was going to fuck me... But I was ashamed, I thought my "pushi" was not clean enough... you know, I did not expect that, I think he would have fucked me, not kissed me, there... I did not used soap, just water... Maybe it stinked a bit, or it had a bad taste... Then i felt his tongue touching me... And I just forgot everything else..."

"Was he so clever?"

"An artist... like you!" she smiled. "he played with my cunt, with my...'kulitorisu'... like no one else before you... He know how to lick it, from below, when it was all out of his hole... It was jumping on his toungue, like an omelette on a pan, a tennis ball on a racket...And this drove me mad, I was crying, dying with pleasure... It was a torture, a heavely torture... Before that day, I had only... well, "gone" touching myself. It was nice, relaxing, sweet...But that... It was like comparing a sea breeze with a taiphoon, a 'tsunami'... And he was just LICKING me..."

"Maybe because it was your first male-induced orgasm..."

"Maybe... But it was heven and hell at the same time... After that, I was ready to take his dick, wherever, to get fucked by him and his friends, together... He had woked up the whore who was in me," she snorted...

"And then he fucked you..."

"Yes... I was looking only his dick, as if it was the dick of a Buddha, or a Kami... A Kami who had incarnated just to do to me the honor to fuck me... I could not say no to him, I belonged to him... He pushed it inside me, and soon I felt like a small tent, inside me, which went open, and it was my... 'shojo maku"..."

"Himene..."

"Himene... his dick opened it, and I felt as if I bowed to him, and he passed over... I felt nothing bad, just a little sting, like a mosquito bite, but inside...And I was "on-na", woman... And he was ALL iside me already... It was big and long, but it never hurted me... I felt his... turtle head..."

"Turtle head?"

"Yes, 'Kamegashira'... or 'Inkeikito'... The tip of the..."

"Ah... the glans..."

"Glans...It pushed at the bottom of my cunt... And it seemed soft... I liked it... His dick had dived into me, like a spoon in a miso soup... no pain at all..."

"Well... All as you wanted..."

"Yes... I felt gratitude for him, as for nobody else in the world... I was happy he was into me... We talked, while he ploughed me slowly... My eyes into his eyes... And he remained calm, just as a 'sensei'... I make him my compliment for his dick, but he likely was used to it, he joked about... My face is Japanese, but my dick is international, he said... He knews that the schoolgirls called him 'gaijin', and he knew why... And he understood why I choosed to get fucked by him, rather than risk being deflowered by force. He said it was not a question to be weak or strong, and even be trained to defend oneself is not enough. It's not a game, or a joust. It's really risky. Never resist to a male who is determined to fuck you, he said. He is the strongest. He will fuck you, anyway." 

"I have listened it already. From Yoko."

"It's an axiom, in Japan. He had had many girls, even virgin girls, he had become an expert. And he never raped one."

"Maybe he never needed to..."

"Maybe..." she smiled. "he too made compliments to me, about my cunt. He said it was beautiful, warm and deep. Is it real?"

"And very strong when you tighten it..." I snorted. She chuckled. 

"He said that...I would have been happy... with many men... and that my husband would have been a lucky male..."

"A VERY lucky male..." I confirmed. I guessed she noticed I had said 'VERY'. In fact, she jiggled.

"I know what he meant... that many males would have been happy with me... many male would have wanted me... and... got me..."

"And so it was?". I felt her muscles move: she likely shrugged.

"Somebody... Would you mind?"

"I am not the kind of Italian man who wishes a virgin wife." I shrugged too.

"Don't you? Really?"

"No. To be the last man in the life of a woman is more important than to be the first. An it is less problematic too..."

"That is...The man a woman chooses to live with? For he whole life? When she is wiser?

"Yes... And to get fucked by, for the whole life..." I specified. 

She snorted. She liked this philosophy too, maybe. 

"I did really all with that 'sensei'. All. Do you understand?"

"Even...'danshoku'?"

"Yes. He did not want, he said his dick was too big. But I wanted. I feared, but I wanted too. If he had to inaugurate me, then he had to inaugurate me wherever. So he fucked my ass too. First he fucked me from behind, in the belly, to lubricate his dick well. Then..."

"In your 'kikku'"...

"Yes... First, he did slowly... One inch forward, and half behind... Till I felt his tip all inside me..."

"And then?"

"Then he said that, theoretically, he had deflowered me there too, because the rest was all a matter of push it all inside, with no more hurdles...But I wanted to feel it all, inside... I bent even more..."

"Like you did with me? Head on the futon?"

"Yes... And he understood, like you did... He sodomized me, slowly... I closed my eyes and let him do... I groan a bit, but I was happy to belong to him, "there" too... I was no more a child, a little girl.. not even a woman... I felt myself "mesu", female, bound to surrender to males... All the males who wanted me... And I liked it... He wanted to get off me, but I begged him to rock me, till the end... And he did... And I loved him for that..."

"'Go-tsu kun'?"

"'Go-tsu kun'... 'Shasei'..." she nodded. "His 'seishi' in my 'chu', in my bowels... And I liked it so much..."

"I don't like sodomy", I said. "The cunt is so beautiful, wet, soft, warm... It's made for that... Yes, I like to take the girls from behind. It makes me feel stronger... They don't see my face, and I see all their body, bent for me... And when I fuck their ass with my fingers... Maybe they dislike, when I start, but they can do nothing... Because I am fucking them... And then they like it... But that's all... 

"I did'nt dislike it... his dick in my ass... then, I cleaned his dick with a napkin, I kissed it, licked it... He said it was not necessary, but I wanted to play with it... It was hard, then... And I kept on playing until he...well...

"Go-tsu kun again?" I asked. She nodded. "And what was his taste?" 

"It tasted like fish. Your taste is better" she snorted. She leaned to talk to my ear. "And I don't tell it to everyone..."

"There's really a whore, inside you..." I said. She shrugged. 

"Once I will be the whore of a single man. A faithful whore. So whore that he will never look for other women. But not now".

"Lucky bastard, that man..." I snorted. And she did it too.

"And you? How did you lost your maidenhead?" she asked.

"There is no maidenhead for men"

"Sorry. Your 'yunketsu'? Chastity?"

"Many, many years ago," I sighed. "In Russia"

"Russia?", she wondered. I nodded. "When did it happened?"

"When I was 18. It was 1989, the year they tore the wall dow... It was a prize for my high school diploma. I had an uncle. A character: he got to join a seriuos job with a globetrotter spirit. In that period he worked in Russia, and he enjoyed it. Lots of friendly people, they trusted the west, then. And lots of frendly women. So he decided that his beloved niece, that is me, deserved to become a man in that heaven on earth. And so it happened." 

"In exchange for a pair of jeans?". They knew that story there too. Once a fact, now a legend.

"Not exactly. She was a friend of him, maybe a bedfellow, for a while, but it was not my business: don't ask questions, and they won't have to tell you lies... He introduced her to me, we met, sometimes, and one fine day, we did it.. She liked to do it with a virgin boy, to rule the game... She taught me many things on how to make a woman have fun. She was a real female, in bed, but when she looked at me with simpathy, she had such eyes... Something like a mother... I was quite in love with her, it was unavoidable. I was so young, and she was so... woman..."

"Three times a lady?"

"Three and a half, at least..." I snorted. She chuckled. 

"And how it ended up?"

"As it had to end up," I sighed. "I had made her a declaration of love, as a teenager can do it. She let me talk, smiling. But some months later, she wrote me that she was going to marry and american professor. Not a mail-order-bride stuff: they met, they liked each other, they married. All 'comme il faut", as it must be. But a big blow for me. She wtrote me many nice things, that I was a nice guy, that I would have met many, many beautiful girls of my age, and she was sure that I could make them happy, in bed and out of the bed. But I wanted her, you know. It was my uncle who made me see the light. He could even talk seriously, even quite harshly. I was a boy, with nothing to give to a woman. The professor was a man, with a steady job. And not a cowboy looking for a squaw, or a white slave: he was an educated person, with some serious notions about Russia, and a real simpathy for that country. Not the kind of man that would have segregate her at home, without even the right to drive the car... like in Saudi Arabia..."

"Awful...Are there such people in the USA?"

"I have read, later, there were such cases, sometimes... Shortly, I could not ask her to wait until I got a graduation, and then a good job... And this was the holy truth. So I calmed down. I wrote her a letter, whishing all the best to her and her husband. I hope she is happy. But I never went back to Russia." 

"Everything that doesn't kill us, strenghtens us." she said. 

"Real. But it hurts all the same." 

I looked where Yoko and my friend were lying. She was telling something to his hears. Then he stood up and she started doing him a 'paizuri'. The dick of him was already big and long... She bent her head and let the glans get her open lips, one, two, many times... then she smiled at him and bent her head again. She was happy to kneel to him, to adore his dick...

It seemed impossible that our long dicks could have penetrate her, her small body, without evident damages. She too, as Masako, should be very deep, inside. She was fine, noticeably healthy, and willing to play again with the 'gaijin' males...

"Cum over me, no worry!" she said to my friend, looking at him like a setter looks at his master. He had possessed her, in her belly and her throat, and he did not want to impose her the sodomy: he disliked it like me. That was another way to fuck her, and if she can accept it to the bitter end, why not? He did not believe that to have the sex in the cleavage of a girl was such a gorgeous thing, even if the boobs were small... small but swollen, firm, and soft...

He "went", with a raucous verse, and Yoko did nothing to avoid his gushing, sprinkling, hot, white "dick milk". She just closed her eyes, and let it cover her breasts, her shoulders, her beautiful face, swallowing the few drops landed on her tongue. Masako went closer, smiling, and started licking. Yoko let her do, and he licked away all that white stuff from the tender skin of her little friend. And then they kept playing lesbians as they did for me, the other time. Masako was kissing, licking, groping, plumping up and massaging the boobs and all the body of Yoko, and Yoko let her do, tender and submissive, as if she was a male, strong, ready to get her, and Yoko had no other choice but succumb, surrender, give up, opening her legs... 

"Masako-chan...kimi wa tottemo tsuyoy!" she murmured. You are so strong... 

Masako moved on, sure, just caring not to hurt her, with her nails or anyway. It would have been unforgivable... Yoko was a meek, gentle girl, younger than her age, maybe not only phisically. In bed, a cub to pet, to play with. Tender and helpless. She was made to be taken, occupied, gently raped, too. And she knew that. She surrendered by herself, she would have surrendered to anyone, man or woman, just to avoid the pain, the roughness of a rape. No use to hurt her for to fuck her, nor, even more, for the sake of it. For to inflict her a pain she did not deserved, to which she would not have known how to react . 

The better she could find, I thought, was a good husband. She would have been faithful to him, right like a dog to a good master. Dog by day, bitch by night. She would have denied nothing to him. Her 'pushi', her mouth, her 'kikku'... Provided that he would have kept her with him. 

She could not live alone. Her destiny, in that case, would have been to become a gentle, meek, pathetic "kosho benjo", always ready to get fucked by any man, for a bit of kindness, or just for not to get hurt... 

Masako was different. She was grown up, not only by age. She too was gentle, she could submit herself to a male as only the Asian girsl can do. But you coud see a bedrock in her, a real backbone. She was able to say "no" and stand for it. To gain respect. Something that Yoko did not have, and she could hardly develop it, if need. Hardly and with too much pain.

Yes, Masako could live alone, as she was doing. Knowing some males, biblically or not, just for friendhip or for fun. And then marry a good companion for life, not a good master, to be protected. But Yoko... She could only hope for the second option. Another American professor, maybe. It would have been fit, for both...

We keept looking at the two girls having fun with each other. We had possessed hem, many times, in many way: it had been wonderful, but now we were quite satiated, and even quite tired yet, most of all, me. I was no more a boy, after all. I asked myself how many time they did it at home, at least in the last year. They seemed less clumsy than I remembered. 

Maybe Masako wore a belt with a false dick to posses Yoko "really" like a man? No, likely not: it was not her style. Maybe she "tortured" the younger girl with something "household"... Carrots, celery, zucchini... And then they ate them, smiling at each other... Or maybe they both played with those groceries, one end inside each... Dreaming about two bad males, who fucked them with no escape, no respect, no mercy... Two 'gaijin' males, maybe...Well, they had found them...

Masako was still licking the sex of Yoko, when she decided that we had rested enough. She looked to my friend.

"Fuck me from behind...'ushiro kara'...please!" she said, panting but imperiously. "And fuck my ass with your fingers!"

My friend moved to make her content, from both sides. While he did it, Masako kept on licking between the spread, sweated thighs of Yoko... She uttered and whined at every blow of the male, but always gave pleasure to her friend. Yoko enjoyed her intimate kisses, seaten on the tatami, propped on her hands, her arms outstretched. But she was looking at me, still out of the brawl, with her smartphone in the hand. 

"Fuck my in my mouth, please...you did not to it yet..."

She wanted it, she asked it "please"... I moved and she took in her mouth my sex, still floppy and weak. Her toungue and her lips caressed it, more tenderly than as usual. Like fingers, I thought. She was still using one hand to propp up herself, with the other hand she soothed my crotch, my legs, my belly... Slowly, almost hypnotically, as if hypnotized by what she was doing, and feeling. The smell and the flavour of the male, and of her cunts which he had penetrated, plowed, sowed, sailed, dominated... And she wanted to be plowed, sowed, sailed, dominated again...By him... He, strong, she, weak, he master, she, slave... And aroused of it... 




Kondo San? Pt. 03



"Kimi no chinko moichido katà," she breathed, looking at me. Your dick is hard again...

"Thanks to you," I said. She smiled, closed her eyes and swallowed my dick as soon as I touched her head. He moved it some times, as if to say "yes, yes, yes...". Then he moved it back.

"Hold my nape in your hand. Fuck my mouth hard. Rough..." she said. Then she closed her eyes and she took my dick in her troath again.

I took her soft nape and gave her some blows, without going too forth in her throath, keeping a hand fisted at the base of my dick. She felt my blows againt her uvula, and nodded: that was good for her. Feelling a bit mistreated by her master, as any good slave... But not so much... 

I was a friend for her, she accepted me as it. And she was not underaged. I was not breaking any rule, besides the moral rules about non-marital sex, if you wish. But I was still not completely at ease. After all, I could have been her father, or about. She looked at me and winked, as if she was reading in my head. Relax. It's just 'ecchi'. Good old 'sekkusu'...

"I am coming again!", my friend said. Masako was shouting like a redskin woman dancing some sacred dance ("A-haa! A-haa!"), enjoying the last blows and the first sprays of my friend, his long dick gushing into her. She too was "going"... My dick too started spraying in the mouth of Yoko. Her lips seemed really like those of her sex, her tongues throbbed the same way, and I was "going" again, I had stopped counting how many times... Maybe she too was coming, touching herself while I fucked her mouth... In the doubt, while my dick was still hard, I penetrated her. She hosted me without problems, warm and yielding as always. I gave her some blows, and she "went" again. 

"Iku... Moichido iku..." she muttered, eyes closed. legs spread. As if I forced her to "go"... Then, when I got out of her, she smiled to me, as if nothing had happened. Just two long blows with her tongue, to clean my dick fast and well. Maybe she would have gone on, but then come Masako, and muttered some fast japanese words to there. Then she smile to me.

"We have enjoyed to have sex with you. But now we all have to leave. The rent of the room is expiring.". 

There was no time for all of us to shower, so they cleaned themselves with some napkins they took from their purses (some typically Japanese good for personal care, I was told). We dressed all together, they escorted us to the subway station, always smiling and chuckling, like little girls. Then we got in the wagon, they greeted us waving their hands, while the door were closing, and then went home.

And once again I fancied: what were they talking about while the train carried us away? They were talking about us, likely, laughing but excited. Who was stronger, who was cleverer, who was longer... 

And my friend was just thinking the same thing.



Kondo San? Pt. 04



While we were waiting for the train, on the platform of the subway station, Masako and Yoko had told us that the next weekend we would have not gone to the usual love hotel. They wanted to show us something in the suburbs of Tokio. Something "cultural", they said. But judging by how they looked at each other, with a wily smile, it should be not so 'cultural'. Or if it was 'culture', then surely it was not boring.

So we were very curious when we met them again, in the subway. Each one of us had a small backpack with something to eat and drink, and a light "poncho" in case of rain. They told us that our destination was a place named Kawasaki, and we were going there to see a thing called 'Hodare Matsuri Festival'. When I asked to Masako, what a kind of festival it was, she chuckled, moved her index finger to call me closer to her and whispered in my ear, in perfect Italian: 

"Un festival del cazzo..." 

"A festival of the dick?" I asked, looking at her, quite surprised. In Italian language, that phrase means also 'a dick (a fuck, a heck, you name it) of a festival'...

"Hmm-hmm!" she nodded, cheerfully. "I swear!"

My friend and me were perplexed, but Masako was not joking at all. We were going to attend a Shinto celebration, dedicated to fertility, in all of its forms, and the core of the matter was exactly a phallic procession. One of the few still existing in Japan (and in the whole so called 'developed world', coming to think of it). They were two or three, as far as I learned. One in Kawasaki, another in Nagoya, and another, I don't remember where, exactly. That one was the closest to Tokio. So we had a good occasion to see it. 

Of course, we were not the only ones to go there, There was a joung Japanese couple, just married. They were going there in order to ask a little help for the children to come. She was pretty, very friendly, short chestnut-dyed hair. He was shyer, but smiling. And there were some guys and girls, clearly not Japanese. Tourists, from Australia, they said. They got the information by chance, on You Tube. And they wanted to verify. 

The atmosphere on the train, and even more on the spot, was everything but gloomy and bigot. There were plenty of sellers, and I have seen something alike at home, close to some country churches, on some holidays. But what was on sale there at Kawasaki would have been quite off-topic in a Catholic context. Gadgets of various kinds with clearly shaped "intimate" positions, and, everywhere, candid imitations of the male's belongings, even of respectable dimensions, of various materials, including candies and lollipops (and some rare female's belongings too). Something like an open air sex shop. And the buyers, including many beautiful girls, were more than happy to buy them and to start consuming them on the spot, in the case of lollipops, with lots of 'selfies' in the process. I was quite impressed.

The young couple climbed the few wooden stairs which led to some kind of a small stage. We were not so close to see what's up above there, but it had to be something religiously significant, since the girl started bowing sometimes and both remained there for a while, maybe in order to receive some blessing. When they both had accomplished their duty of good Shinto believers, they came down among us common mortals and joined the party: smiles, candies and selfies for them too, best wishes from Masako and Yoko, and even from both of us, miscreants, but very interested. All the religions are wrong, and all the prayers etc.

In the meantime, the real thing had arrived on the scene. A real real thing. A long wooden cylinder, definitely bigger-than-life, with conveniently curved and graven tip and, say, 'attributes', maybe just a bit undersized, but there they were, and that was enough. I heard the beautiful voice of a girl saying something humorous, and I had understood well, because many people started laughing. Including Yoko and Masako.

The 'thing' was carried by some gentlemen dressed in a traditional costume, but not the classic male version of kimono: something very shorter, which left uncovered the arms and the legs of the persons. 

At a certain point, when the Shinto priests had done their job sprinkling the "thing" with something I did not recognize (water, sakè, who knows), four girls climbed on the poles, which supported the 'thing', and then sat astray the 'thing' itself. Nobody tried to stop them, all the other way, their gest was very appreciated especially when the gentlemen started to move 'the things' up and down, like a plane in a turbulence. The girls keep riding 'the thing', with no sign of fear, happy as children. After a while, the 'turbulence' came to an end, and the girls dismounted from the "thing", soon replaced by three other girls and a boy. And the gentlemen started moving 'the thing' again.

While the second group took its ride on "the thing", I said some little, very little girls, in beautiful kimonos, looking at the show, with no awkwardness on their faces. They were just smiling. I wondered whether they knew what was the buzz, or if they would have had to ask their parents: 'Mom, what was that big thing all those girls went on?'. Embarrassing question. Or not?

I was still thinking about these educational problems when the girls and the guy dismounted from 'the thing' and Masako and Yoko invited us to follow them on "the thing" itself. My friend and I had an instant of hesitation, but the girls went on alone. Yoko saddled up close to the tip of the 'thing', Masako just behind her, and other Japanese girls mounted behind them. The tireless gentlemen started their hardest game again, and Yoko and Masako showed what clever cowgirls they could have been if they would have born in the USA. Yoko, especially, so shy, was shouting, laughing and waving her right arm as if she was in a real rodeo. It was a pleasure to look at her, and to film her with my smartphone...

When the girls dismounted, they came and hugged us, happy, excited and a bit upset. Other girls, two Japanese and two Europeans, were already mounting on the "thing", but we did not care too much. We were not the only gaijin males accompanied by Japanese girls, and nobody bothered us, while we attended the rest of the ceremony. The ride had positively moved the bowels of Yoko and Masako, especially their sexes. They kept themselves close to us, smiling and sweetly looking in our eyes every now and then. Although they avoided more intimate attitudes in public, it was clear what they wanted to do, just after the end of the rite. Maybe this was the intended, more or less 'mystical' purpose of those "rides", or maybe not. But in their case, that was the real effect.

They didn't even want to come back to Tokyo, to go to our 'usual' love hotel. They knew there was plenty of those facilities in Kawasaki too, and they found one of the same chain of that one where we had been before. There too, absolute discretion: no matter how many people went to any given room (at least, until they were just four). And there too, there was something like a Japanese room. More exactly, a tea-house room. 

We had a shower together (the bathroom was wide enough, there), but the girls were in a hurry to pass to the serious things. They sent us away, dressed in very elegant dark bathrobes which quite resembled the male's dress of ancient Japan (think about a film of Kurosawa, and you get the picture).

After a while, they too came out, dressed in colourful kimonos that they had found in the wardrobe between the bathroom and the wider room. Cure of details. Of course, beneath the kimonos, they had nothing.

They sat astray our limbs, Yoko over my friend, and Masako over me. They were smiling, relaxed, very less formal than real geishas could ever be with real customers. And we thanked God that their beautiful skin was not plastered by the white powder the 'artists' used in their profession. We started caressing them, from their faces going down. Their small boobs were just waiting for our hands, being already swollen, their tips erected. Masako closed her eyes for a moment, wincing, while I covered her nipples with my palms, moving them like following opposing spirals, then breathed. 

"May I impale myself on your long white dick, my 'daymyo'?" she asked me, with a nicely mocking ceremoniousness. 

"What do you think?" I said. 

"I think, your 'chinko' is hard, and my 'neko' is wet..." she said, looking down, marking her oriental accent, distancing the words.

"And so?" I asked. "what do you have to do in these cases, my concubine?"

She smiled, took my 'chinko' with a hand, raised her butts over me and impaled herself slowly, with a low, long mutter.

"I'm the scabbard of your sword, my lord," she whispered, when my dick was all inside her. 

Yoko was doing the same with my friend. I heard her tender moans while the big gaijin dick filled her "pushi". But all my attention was for Masako. 

"Touch my 'chikubi' again, please," she said while she started moving, up and down, "I love your touch so much!"

I put my palms again on her nipples, and she closed her eyes, letting me play with her tender boobs, breathing harder and nodding when my touches and my gentle squeezes gave her more pleasure. 

"Your hands...can be as strong as iron... and as light as feathers... You could rape me with them... But i would love them, all the same..." she said.

I pushed my hands under her kimono, grasping her butts, and she did not oppose. I started pulling and pushing her limbs, back and forth, changing the sensation she felt from my dick inside her cunt. She pulled bach her head, with a little cry, and then started nodding, humming and gasping: she liked it more that way, and started moving her butts that way on her own, brushing my belly and my balls with her soft hair. I moaned, with pleasure.

"Did I hurt you?" she asked. I shook my head, smiling. She smiled too, and kept moving, till the bitter end. Even Yoko rode my friend, as bravely as she had ridden the "thing" in the street, till she too got her well deserved orgasm, and the "seishi" of my friend in her womb. 

And then me and my friend undressed, and we did what we did not do the last weekend. We fucked Yoko like the two octopuses in that Hokusai's printing, putting her below us and penetrating her vulva and her lips, and she liked it very much. And even Masako said nothing against it: she simply got quite aroused, filming the scene. The tender passiveness of Yoko and the strong, rude, ruthless way we submitted her little friend impressed her. Yoko really liked to be dominated, and Masako too was imagining to be subjugated that way, to abdicate to any responsibility, and to leave the males decide for her, do whatever they liked with her body... 

They massaged us with their bodies, face to face, after that, and she told me she was very excited: she too wanted to be possessed by two 'dansei', now. I found quite strange that the spectacle of the double submission of a woman could push another mentally healthy woman to submit herself to two males, the same two males... But Masako had no doubt: she wanted to prove the same thing. Possessed by two men. Prey of two males 

"Have you ever tried it?" I asked. 

"No. I have fancied it, many times. Especially when Yoko told me of her... 'Mizuage'" she giggled. 'Mizuage', literally 'discharge of fish', or 'put the eel in his den', was the ritual (and well paid) 'first time' of a geisha, once upon a time an indispensable final passage in her 'apprenticeship'. Now they are not so formal any more. But she used the term to design, quite ironically, the 'first time' of a girl whatsoever. "But I had never found two nice males at a time... I mean, not only physically nice..." 

"And now, did you find them?" I asked. 

"Quite a bit", she smiled. "Even your friend is not too bad..."

"Then we are decided?" I asked, solemnly. She nodded, smiling. "How do you prefer? "Hokusai way" or..." I asked, indicating Yoko with a movement of the head. 

"On all four," She said, shaking her head. Yeah, the other way was too much 'mattress-like' for her. 

"Okay..." I said. I called my friend and talk with him in Italian. He looked at Masako, noticeably surprised. She smiled at him. He too smiled, shrugging. We will do what we can... 

"Kiss my body. Both of you" she said, when we were close to her. We complied. Masako told Yoko something in Japanese and she got the smartphone and started shooting, smiling, with no objection. It was fine simply to kiss the beautiful, definitely adult body of Masako, Her boobs were almost Europeans, compared with the little breast of Yoko. She sighed with tranquil satisfaction, eyes closed, abandoning herself to the kisses of the males, but without the total, almost embarrassing capitulation of Yoko. If Masako has simply the typical, slender, delicate body of all the Asian girls, Yoko, despite her twenty-twenty one years already accomplished, had really still some kind of "infant signals" in his face, in his body, and in his psyche too. Something like neoteny. 

Maybe this kind of signals, together with her meek surrender and her unexpected maidenhead, had inhibited the not excessive aggressiveness of her would-be 'rapers'. And this had been good for her. But between a girl with some neoteny and a girl without, sorry, I preferred a girl without... 

Masako, almost unconsciously, had put herself on all four, and our dicks were ready to penetrate her at will. She took my dick in her mouth, and then my friend penetrated her from behind, in her cunt. She moaned as he invaded her belly and I ploughed her mouth, getting slowly to the bottom of her throat, regularly, at any thrust. She accepted it, calmly, meekly, moving a bit the tongue under my shaft. Really, she too had a mouth like a pussy... deep, cozy, submissive...

"Do you want me to fuck your mouth harder?" I asked, dubiously. She shook her head, with no fear, without opening her eyes. She liked to be possessed that way, for a while, tasting every inch of the male sex... Even my friend was pounding here with no fury at all, enjoying how her sex adhered to his own, completely, perfectly... Her hot, tight, deep Japanese sex...

"I want a bit of rock and roll, now!" my friend said. He invaded her ass with his fingers, and she moaned stronger. Now she was really our prey, and she enjoyed it. He accelerated his blows while he felt the orgasm incoming, and she did not protest. All the other way, I'm sure, she had started tightening the dick of my friend with her inner muscles, to help him to 'go', inside her. He turned ecstatic... 

"Yes... tighten your cunt... make me cum stronger!" my friend say, taking care not to insult that woman who gave herself to him, and was giving him so much pleasure. Nice guy till the end...

Masako nodded, and kept clutching his dick in her womb, and teasing my dick in her mouth with her tongue. When our dicks gushed into her, I was sure she too was "going". And so it was. She needed some minutes to retake a normal respiration rate, but then she looked at us and smiled.

"'Yokattà'... It has been superb!" she said.

It was getting late, and we all were quite far away from where we had to be before night, so we postponed other experiences to the next time. We had a shower together, and Masako and Yoko acted with us like two real, top class 'sopurando' girls (but without extra services: lack of time... and of energy). We were clean, relaxed as happy as never before when we hit the road again...

The next time I had a bad cold, and my friend went all alone to meet our very gentle but very, very demanding Japanese girlfriend. When he came back, worn to the bone, but more than happy, he reported me something like Sodoma and Gomorrah to the square. And I took him at his word (with a bit of envy, but just a bit...)...

The following time, it was Masako who had some problems, but Yoko did not tell us exactly what (women's matters, I presume). But in return, when she saw our understandable dismay, she smiled. 

"'Potete scoparmi in due'..." she said, in perfect Italian. looking at both of us. Maybe she asked Masako how to say "You can fuck me both" in our language. That means, she really longed for that.

Could we say "no"?

Our last time, before we leave, it was a strange thing. We all were in a strange mood, already more nostalgic than erotic. It was as if each one of us was hearing the 'Candle light waltz'... The next days we would have been half a planet away from them. And nobody knew if we could have seen each other again. There were no other "more advanced courses" of Japanese. I had learned all I could learn from the books and the teachers. We could have come back with a tourist trip, but not for so long. 

We promised again that, if we would have come back to Japan, we would have not looked for other 'females'. But, believe it or not, we did not have sex, that time. We just cuddled, I with Masako and my friend with Yoko, and then we parted. No farewell at the airport. We all agreed that it was better off that way.

Time passed, Me and my friend almost managed to convince ourselves that, after all, it was just 'ecchi', maybe 'tamannee', but not 'ai', when I got an email from an address that i did not even remember anymore. Trusting mister Kaspersky, I opened the e-mail and the attached file, and I did the sensible thing. It was they. They were standing on the terrace of a building, very likely in Tokio, with the sea in the distance. They were not dressed normally, but not even in a Kimono. They wore two nice 'seifuku', of course, on their size. Masako was clearly out of age for it, while Yoko could still be confounded with a real 'kogal', a school girl. But the most interesting things were their smiles, and the edge of their skirts raised up, with nothing below. The belly of Masako and the tender tummy of Yoko, in all their beauty. And their eyes, submissive, asking for sex...

As far as I saw, they have sent the file to my friend too. Maybe Yoko has asked and insisted for that. There was just a line of text, on the e-mail. In English and in Japanese. "Please confirm reception. Your very humble 'Aja no ken no dampu'." 

And an emoticon, a 'smiley', to show that they were joking. Or maybe not...

I confirmed reception, and some hours later, I received a very bigger email, with a heavy attached file. Very heavy. Say, to have an idea, half a ton of MB. It was all they had recorded with their smartphone. I invite my 'kohai' to look at it. We did not know whether to be more nostalgic or more aroused. Some clip was technically scarce, but the bulk of them would have been a hit on Youporn and the like. For technical results (light, sound, etc.), and for, uh, like, well, say it 'interpretation'...

They have sent it only to me. They trust me blindly, but just me. 'You are a gentleman', Masako had said. No "sharing" was possible, let alone on Facebook or other 'socials'. My friend tried to introduce the issue, let me send it to a pal, but I cut it short. Just try, and I will ream you. I had attended some 'Dojo', he did not. A serious leak in his Japanese culture. Yes, I know, it was an unsympathetic conduct, but he got over it...

Masako has sent me some 'Haiku' of her own, in Japanese, English and Italian, even if the traditional metrics of 5-7-5 syllables was respected only in Japanese. She had thought very much to me. Some 'just sex'... The 'haiku' talked of our meetings, especially when we were alone. And they were really nice. Especially one, called 'Yokubo': desire. It was about our stroll in the Shinto temple, when she was waiting an obscene proposal from me... I smiled reading.

A tranquil silence.

A few words.

No need.

He will say,

When he wants.

I am waiting.

Strolling in the garden.

My sex moist,




Kondo San? Pt. 04



Ready... 

The next email from them was to confirm that they were planning a week-and-half journey through Italy. The canonic "cities of art", included our own: Florence. Of course we did all we could in order to get some holidays in that week and a half. It was not a picnic, we cajoled and begged and remembered long-gone favors and even menaced agonizing reprisals to many colleagues and even some bosses, but our cause was just, and we won.

It was the best week and a half of our life. Guides by days and studs by nights. No, there is not one Love Hotel in Italy (or they didn't inform us). We would have liked to book a four-bedded room, but they had booked journey and hotel together by a Japanese agency, without informing it of their extra-cultural programs (sense of shame, you know...). To book journey and rooms separately would have been more complicated, and even costlier. So, one more time, as always, 'improvise, adapt yourself, overcome'. One twin room in each hotel they stopped in, and then back and forth from our room to theirs and back, usually going in the middle of the night and coming back before dawn, to avoid gossip in the hotel. Like students in a school trip. Encoded knocking at their door and all the rest. Yeah: romantic, adrenaline and uneasy (and two adjoined single beds, for four adult persons... not the top, at all).

In a nutshell, we had a really full, relaxed good time only when they visited our city, and so they came to my single man's house for sex. The bed was just one (a 'francesina', a place and a half), but we could lay some duvets on the floor, like tatami, or even as a futon. In a hotel, not always is possible to find a duvet in the wardrobe, and to ask for it at the reception can be embarrassing. Go and try to explain why do you need a duvet in July...

And then... Well, then there came what was unavoidable, even if we tried to deny it as long as possible. During a tourist travel of ours in Tokio, Masako and Yoko faced us with a very smiling, but dignified expression and told us the fatal phrase that Japanese girls tell you when they REALLY feel 'ai' for you, when they love you for sure: 'I will introduce you to my oldies'.

Of course we stood proudly and did not run away. We stuffed our muscles, we got our spines straight, we pulled in our bellies, we pulled up our chests, and we marched straight towards the enemy.'A man's got to do what a man's got to do'. On the other hand, with two would-be wives like them, why run?

So now I am Masako's husband and, unofficially, 'daymyo' (she has taught me even some basics of 'Shibari'. Of course, I bind HER, not the contrary), and my friend is the loving and beloved 'good master' of Yoko. Traditional marriages, mutual faithfulness and all this kind of things. And two wonderful little girls for both couples, with all the beauty of their mothers and all the 'chutzpa' of ours.

But every now and then, when we have a bit of holidays and find a quadruple room somewhere, we let the girls to the grannies, and... 

'Watashi no itteru koto ga wakaru yo ne': you know what I mean...don't you?



Kondo San?



I do not know how things went anywhere elsewhere, but in Japan many bodhisattva renounce Nirvana today, renounce Nirvana tomorrow, teach today, teach tomorrow, and had become practically deities (Buddhist, Shinto, you name it.) And she was devoted to one of these; a female deity. Kanon, the goddess of mercy and forgiveness.

When we arrived at the temple, I was a bit amazed by everything. A stairway, long enough but not too steep, and at the top, a huge white bust (say, in proportion to it, the rest of the body could be covered by the stairway). A beautiful, calm woman with a veil on her head. An Asian Madonna, or the like.

She acted like you would act in the temple of a religion you believe in, and I tried not to disturb her. I saw her do her devotions, no questions, no comments. She was beautiful, quiet, focused, as if there were only her and the goddess herself. Maupassant was wondering what the women had to do with God, intended as 'divine' in general. As a matter of fact, he did not understand so much about women. And even about 'God'.

When we got back to Earth, slowly down the stairway, she still had that same face, calm and serene. Religion is a rational need, and it is useful to life, to evolution, not just to the power. It is wrong to mock or repress it. All religions are wrong, and all the prayers are right. I said this when he asked me what I thought about it. She smiled.

"Dareka ga usagi no ashi o motarasu hitsuyō ga aru baai ni wa, -shi wa sore o motte mimashou," she said, without looking at me.

"Sorry?"

"If someone needs to bring a rabbit's foot, let him bring it," she said, smiling at me.

"A bit of a rough analogy, but there we are," I admitted.

I had just finished teaching her the Italian translation of that 'analogy', when we got to Yasukuni. It was a 

famous Shinto temple, or perhaps, from some points of view, better to say "infamous". The Shinto equivalent of Saint Paul's Cathedral in London and the Temple of Kristos Spasiìtel, Christ the Saviour, in Moscow. That means that not only the glory of God (gods), but even the glory of the country's military was celebrated there. And up to that point, nothing bad.

Unfortunately, among the military glories, someone had had the unhappy idea to include the graves of some war criminals. While it might be true that general Curtis Le May told Robert McNamara that if USA would have lost the war, maybe he too would have been judged for war crimes, it was still not a nice thing at all to do.

We did not discuss the subject (it would have been not polite, on my behalf, I was a guest) and passed a far cry from the disputed tombs. We stopped in a nice and quiet spot. And there she began talking about Shinto. The Kami, the spirits who are in heaven, on Earth and in every place; air, stones, rivers... 

I was convinced that the Miko I have seen in the Anime were the Shinto priestesses, but she explained to me that they were just assistants, 'altar girls', in other words, usually the daughters of the priest who ran the temple. Yes, there were priestesses, since the end of the war, and the shrine of Ise, the most important of Japan, was 'managed' by one of them. They were called kannushi, but no, not even they were 'shamans'. That was a phase that Shinto had left behind really long ago, although it remained fundamentally a religion of nature, harmony and fertility, and that's why sex was considered sinless. Sex is energy, is life. No sex, no nature. Alles kaputt... 

At that point, I distinctly felt that she was expecting something from me. We were alone, in a beautiful garden, full of green, flowers, sunshine and calm. She had smiled at me many times, and made it clear that for her, half Buddhist and half Shinto (like many Japanese, she told me) sex was not the devil. She told me that she did NOT consider me a male chauvinist pig. And now she was silent. She could've found many topics to talk about, but instead she just smiled and said nothing.

"It's a nice place here," I noticed. She nodded. It didn't even seem to be in the middle of a city, indeed, of a metropolis. I looked at her, in profile against the green boughs of the trees. Straight hair, wonderful, light skin, little upturned nose, peacefully half closed eyes. "And you're nice too."

She smiled, without blushing, and without looking at me, bowed the head a little, nodding slightly. It was a nice way to introduce the topic, she thought, maybe. The simplest things are the best.

"The second day, you can try..." She said. I snorted, nodding. She turned to look at me, with a smile."Kimi wa watashi ga to ecchi shitai dèsu-kà?"

"Hai," I confessed, looking into her eyes.

"Me too," she smiled a bit more, "Since yesterday evening."

Ten minutes later we were on the subway. Side by side, silent, without looking at each other. Quiet, smiling softly. We knew what we were going to do and I was feeling a bit weird, as if we were going to get married. Or as if everyone in the wagon, even a little girl who was looking at us with a strange thoughtful face, could read in our heads. But nobody said anything. Not even the little girl.

I was ready to accept a 'no' for an answer. Surely she would have told me that with kindness. As a matter of fact, I was expecting a 'not yet', a yellow light. After all, she knew that I still had a few weeks of the course, there was no need to rush. But if she wanted to do it, and if she could agree to do it with me, why bother? She expected me to take the first step, since I was the man. And I had done it, very discreetly, and she loved that too, without illusions about what I really wanted. And she wanted it too.

We did not go to her house. She lived with a friend to share the rent, and she didn't want to find her at home, or that she could find us while... embarrassing... Even calling her, "Just so you know, I'm taking a man to bed... "

No, a hotel was fine. She proposed me to go in a 'Love Hotel', and I accepted. I had heard about them...

She led me to a 'boutique hotel' (so the sign on the door said, but I knew: they called them so, too), which she surely knew already, but I didn't say a word about it. Not my business.

As she stood at the front desk, choosing a room, she asked me to look away, wanting to make it a surprise. I peeked at the panel with the pictures of the rooms, before to turning around. One room was set up as first aid clinic, with a bed and a gynaecological chair (poetical license, I presumed, although I did not know the Japanese emergency rooms), another was a train compartment, and a cave with graffiti (to play Neanderthal, maybe), or maybe a medieval prison cell... The Inquisition, what a show... 

She pushed a button, put a banknote in a slit and got the key from a woman at the reception, standing behind a curtain. Discretion.

The woman had told her to take the stairway. We climbed with no hurry, the stair was quite steep and I was behind her, with the edge of her skirt in front of me, her thighs going up and down, slowly. Her skin was so light, so clean and perfect. I didn't resist the temptation to stop a while, let her climb a bit high as I peered beyond the edge. White slip. I like it so. She noticed my movement and looked at me, smiling.

"What kind of room have you chosen?" I asked her when she put the key in the door.

"A Japanese house," She shrugged, smiling. A Japanese style room, in Tokyo, built to pretend to be in Japan. Post-modernism, ain't it?

The room was nothing special. Spacious, clean, well-lit, a few Japanese-style piece of furniture. It could have been a 'dojo'" rather than a room of a traditional house. I did a bit of judo and other things, when I had more time. Futon, of course, no bed. She told me to get comfortable, as she went to have a shower, which she preferred to do alone.

I got comfortable, stripping naked and slipped under the light duvet that covered the mattress on the floor and waited for her.

As she emerged from the bathroom, wearing a snow-white bathrobe, she looked at me, smiling, and left the bathrobe slip down her body, revealing her shoulders, then her boobs, up to the nipples. Then she dropped it all.

I looked at her, without a word, and she let me look, without hiding anything, for half a minute. She had an almost shaved pubes, I don't know if by chance or especially for me. Then she finally moved, kneeling down before slipping under the light duvet next to me. She waited for me to make the first move, but I didn't know what move to make.

"Do you want me to have a shower?" I asked.

She smiled, hovered her nose over me, touching my neck, my chest, my right shoulder with it. "No," she kissed my chest. "I like your smell."

"Smell of gaijin... "

"They say the gaijin smell of butter, but I knew it's not true. You smell like a man. And I am a woman."

She dismounted from my body and lay against my side. I raised on my knees, looking at her.

"Ima siyò," She said, looking in my eyes. Do it now.

Oddly, or maybe not, now that she was there, naked, confident, close at hand, I felt no hurry to take her. I wanted to play with her body, touch it, feel it. At my disposal. Without any frenzy.

"Watashi wa nihonjin onnanoko no neko o ajiwaitai"

"You want to taste the cunt of a Japanese girl?" she said, surprised and amused by my linguistic feat.

"Yes. Sore o kyoda suru mae ni." Before to break it through. I said

She opened a her legs a little, chuckling.

I began to smell her, to kiss her, from the hub down. She snorted, letting me do it quietly, wincing a little and spreading her legs more when I got to her sex, letting me sniff, lick, kiss it all over. Wincing again, but much harder.

I shoved my tongue inside her, and she cried even louder, as if I was penetrating her with my dick, but did not object. She had a strange, soft taste, and her flesh was tender, the most tender I've ever kissed, licked... Her voice became more and more childish, pleading, even though she could hardly speak. She groaned with all the vowels of the alphabet ("ah, eh, hii, oh, uh!") and I felt her sweet, soft scent. All of her was telling me "Be good with me. I am weak, you can do to me all that you want, no need to hurt me. Do what you like, but do it gently... gently!" 

"Iku! Ik-ku! Kimi wa boku o ikaseru! Iku!" she wailed. The tone was as if she was complaining about something. But I knew that she was not complaining at all. 'Iku', 'I go', that is, 'I come'. No fake... 

After a while she calmed down, breathing slower and slower. We looked at each other. She was smiling.

"Now you can... watashi o kyoda... break me through!"

I crawled over her body till I got face to face, nose to nose with her. She put her arms around my neck, and kissed me, a french kiss, tongue-in- mouth, as if to taste the flavour of her sex on my tongue as she closed her eyes, opening them again as I pulled away. That kind of kiss was much more erotic and 'forbidden' in Japan than it is for us, I recalled, a clear sign of total abandonment. She was meek, open, subdued, as if I was already inside her.

"You're my first Italian male," She said, not wanting me to think too badly about her.

"And you, my first Japanese girl," I said.

She smiled, nodded, I could go on. She lowered her eyes and looked at my long sex carefully, focusing all her attention on it, without fear. She was ready.

I glanced over to the wooden bowls near the futon. One was full of paper towels, the other of silvery sealed sachets. You didn't need to be a genius to know what could be inside them. I looked at her and asked her about 'kondo san', but she refused. She wanted to feel my gaijin dick all right.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt my 'kamegashira', my glans, touching her, and I slid into her, greeted with a long, throatily moan. It was warm, cosy, deep enough. When I was fully inside her, she opened her eyes and looked into mine. I felt her arms wrapping me, and her inner muscles tightening me, as to entrap me gently in his body. I was keeping myself on my elbows, I was quite heavier than her, I tried to stretch my arms out to pull myself up a bit more, but she did not let me go, shook her head, that was fine for her.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Yes, sure," She nodded, smiling. "Do it!"

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I started moving inside her, very slowly. Clearly she was not a virgin, but she was very tight, I had to take her slowly, at least for starting, to let her get used to it. If she wanted me to go faster, she would have told me that. It seemed to me that she liked it. She moaned softly and smiled, hugging me with her legs, occasionally tightening her muscles, when I was all into her. As for not to let me go, at least not so soon. Sure, I could pull hard and go away as I wanted, but I did not want to hurt her.

"Do you like to have inside you my ... ". It seemed to me ugly to complete the sentence, but she had understood.

"'Chinchi, chinko, chinpoko... dikku, dankòn... Kyo-bà'... " she said, smiling. And at every word, she hugged it with her inner muscles, to make me understand what she was talking about. I laughed. It 's weird to laugh with a girl beneath you... 

"You too have many ways to define it." She looked at me, quite puzzled."To call it," I simplified.

"And you," she smiled, "how many names do you have for it?". I said a dozen of names in her ear, pushing hard for each word inside her. She was laughing, and letting me doing it, without opposing.

"Continua ", she said."Keep on, and tell me ... cose! ". I knew what kind of "things" she wanted to hear. I continued, saying her very clearly what I was doing to her and what I wanted to do to her. She laughed and moaned, horny, aroused. "'Hai, hai!'" she said. Yes, yes... Then she stopped me.

"Now 'tu-fotti-me' as strong as you can. Until the end."

"I will hurt you," I told her, a bit worried.

"'Shinpai nai', don't be afraid," she shook her head. "I'm not... 'Shoyo'... virgin ... "

I began to penetrate her deeper and stronger, with more frequency. She moaned louder, as if I was raping her, but his ankles on my butt not only kept me inside her, they tried to push me more inside her... It was exciting, In her moans, I felt my strength and her weakness, conscious and resigned. I could have her even against her will, she could just surrender and let me do, and she knew about that. But I felt that she wanted me, she wanted exactly what I was doing to her.

" Hai! Hamete chodài! Fukaku namekonde chodai! Uume mechàck'cha ni shte! Irete!"

Apparently she was begging me to spare her, to have mercy of her, but actually, she was begging me to do exactly the opposite. 'Uume mechàckucha ni shitè'. Mess me up, inside. Make a mess inside of me... 

"Until the end?" I asked, keeping on pounding her.

"Yes," She nodded, eyes closed, beautiful, weak, abandoned, like no other female I ever had. "Yes! "Watashi no naka ni shasei! Kimochi! kimochi!' It is nice! It is beautiful!"

I contented her, and it was really nice, even for me. For a while, nobody was able to articulate a single word, but we made quite a noise all the same, especially her. She was panting, as if she had been overwhelmed by a big sea wave, a force to which she could only succumb. But I had asked her again and again. She wanted to do it that way. My conscience was satisfied. And my machist domination fantasies, too ... 

She opened her eyes and smiled at me, as if to reassure me: I was not a rapist, I had done nothing wrong, I did not hurt her... 

"Kimochi ikattà... Kimochi okattà... " she said. I came all right, you've screwed me all right... 

It was just as if until that moment she had acted like a porn star. Groans, cries, nothing but a play. But I can recognize the throbbings of the inner muscles of a woman who is running at full speed towards orgasm, when I feel it. And I had felt it, yes, for sure. That little, tender. meek and delicate body had an incredible strength, inside. I felt as if she had literally milked me. She had taken not only my semen, but my force too. I was short of breath. very short of breath! 

"Kimi no pushi wa ... utsukushi to ... tsuyoy ... "I told her, panting. She smiled. I had made a compliment on her sex. That it was nice, and strong ... 

"Kimi no dankon wa tsuyoy... to kimi no seishi wa ... atsui... takusan atsui!" . My dick too was strong, she had said. And my semen was hot. Very very hot. Her eyes were shining, while she was saying it.

"Listen ... " I said, since we were on the topic: "If something were to happen to you, just let me know... Okay?"

"Something?" she looked at me, quite puzzled. I had to be a bit more explicit. Polite, but more explicit.

"From here to nine months... ". She understood and smiled. With tenderness.

"Do you mean that you would face your virile responsibilities?"

"With pleasure"I said sincerely, and also because I did not want her to think the opposite, not even for a moment. After all, to marry her was by far not the worst thing that could happen to me.

"Shinpai nai," she shook her head. "No worry. Nothing will happen from here up to nine months." 

"Forgive me if I talk this way, but... I do not want you to have a 'misu no kodomo'... because of me."

"I had understood that, but not even this will happen," she said, shaking her head, calm. 'Misu no kodomo", the "children of the water", were the unborn children, for whatever reason. Whatever... 

"Are you sure?"

"I am sure," she nodded, smiling, tranquil. "I am neither a virgin nor a little girl, I can look after myself. And anyway, you are not obliged. I like you, but I am not in love with you. I like you, you like me. I was in the mood to have sex, you were in the mood to have sex. We did it, it was nice, we might as well do it again, if you like, as long as you're here. I have nothing against that. You're a good person, I'm fine with you, you know how to make love. You do not need to promise me anything, though I know that you are sincere. You do not need to defend me from yourself. from the world, or from myself. We can stay together. Even now, here. Even without doing anything. And then, we'll see." 

I nodded. She tilted her head to one side. Do you understand? Relax... She stroked my cheek, kissed me on the nose, the mouth, and then... well, just below. It was clear that she really did not want to do "nothing", there. My sex was not so erect, but for her it was not a problem. She opened her lips, let it get to where it could get, then she left it get out, until she had just the tip betweeh her lips, and looked at me slyly.

"Now I clean your dick."

"You can use the napkins," I said, pointing out the little wooden bowl, next to the one that contained the "kondo san"s. "You are not obliged to do it so!"

She laughed. Of course she was not...

"I want to taste a 'gaijin' dick, after it broke me through!"

Then she cleaned it up by her goo and mine, and continued, slowly. She knew some tricks, and used it, as if playing with a toy: she did it smiling, chuckling... But the effect was not laughable at all. Hard again.

I wanted her again, enough with the jokes. From behind, this time. 

She let me do, laughing: she let me put herself on all fours, on elbows and knees, and waited for me to take her. I knew that in that position the sex of the woman was tighter and shorter. I get in slowly enough, but then... She began to cry, but now I knew that it was just the Japanese way of expressing the female's enjoyment. And she told me something to take all doubts away. In English, Italian, Japanese, everything was fine. "I feel your dikku more! I like it! Kimi wa boku o buunkatsute! Prego, sfonda me, prego!"

I rode her slowly, longer, since I had come once already. I was enjoying everything. The skin and the flesh of her hips under my hands, the humid heat of her cozy sex around mine. Her jet-black hair on his back, bright, long almost to her tail bone... and the music of his voice who spoke and groaned ... I could feel her "kanjuru", the warm moisture of her sex, abundant, to the point of gushing out when I pushed all my dick inside her, wetting my thighs too. I touched her other tight entrance with two fingers, and she whispered to me that I could get into it, if I wanted, with my fingers. I coud do to her all I wanted...




Kondo San?



I pushed my hands to reach her breasts, softly, without tightening. She mutters and smiled, relaxed. She felt I did not want do hurt her.

"You got warm hands," she said. "Warm and strong. I like it."

Then I poke one hand on her belly, between her thighs and pushed it down to her vulva, getting my fingers wet with her goo, without penetrating her, playing with her clitoris. She moaned even louder, I kept doing that for a while,and then I went back on the other side. She nodded: she had understood why I did it: I wanted to get into her a smooth as I could. Everywhere... 

"Kimi wa watashi o danshoku suru shimàsu ka?" she asked.

"Sorry?"

"Do you want to sodomize me?" she said, with a caring voice, as if asking me if i wanted coffe or tea. "With your dick?"

"Hmm... " I said, uncertain. Sodomy is not my cup of tea, but if she wanted... To say 'no' was not polite... 

"You can. Just, do it very slowly, please... Your dick is very big and long... for me..."

"No," I said, "this is enough for me." And I pushed my fingers in her ass, without forcing. She nodded, moaning.

"It's good for me too!" she muttered. "You fuck me with two 'chinko'! Go on! Go on!"

I went on, slowly. She let me plow her without shouting, enjoying the long, tranquil ride. She was wonderful, so calm, her cunt tight and warm, her nice body bent and subdued, really all mine. I was almost sorry when I felt my orgasm coming. And she felt it too.

"Oh! Superumà!", she muttered, as if a bit surprised, even a bit scared. She liked to be filled up, to feel how the male inseminated her. Something atavistic, since she did not want to have children and even did not risk to have them. Or maybe the point was not that, but my yang which mingled with her yin, which balanced her own energies, inside... Did it matter? She liked it, and it was all ... 

She turned around and cleaned up again my dick, without even looking at the small wooden bowl with the paper towels, next to the futon. But this time I could not give her another encore. I lay down on the futon, breathing hard.

She did not get angry for that: she just leaned on top of me and started massaging me with her body. She was soft, just a bit of sweat. Her mild breasts were slipping back and forth over my hard chest, and she seemed to like the feeling of her boobs, her nipples, her tender skin and her soft flesh brushing that warm, solid, rough surface. As much as I liked it.

I was the strongest, she accepted that fact, and she liked to feel that strength. She knew that it was way bigger than hers, but she also knew that I would have never used it to abuse her, to overcome her will. I could bone her, penetrate her at my will, hard and strong, like a bitch, like a prey, without facing any serious hindrance, without mercy for her tender Asian body. But I would have done it only at her request, when she would have liked to feel herself really dominated. And she liked it... 

"Do you know what a paizuri is?", she asked, with the most innocent of the smiles

"No... What is it?" I wonder. She slipped back along my body, till she had my dick under her breasts. It was erected,of course, and she caught it between them.

"This is a "paizuri." She pushed up her breasts as if she was offering them to me:""Oppai... " Then she gripped my dick with her boobs, and moving them up and down. "Zuri!"

"Ah," I gasped. Her boobs were swollen, thick and soft at the same time. "We called it 'spagnola'. Spanish style... "

"Spagnola?" she said, puzzled. "Why?"

"I have no idea... Maybe because they used it a lot in Spain... Or so goes the legend... "

"Why they used it so much in Spain?"

"Well... Once upon a time, Spain was really a very catholic country... You could not have sex before marriage... And it was very important that the bride was still virgin on the first bridal night, you know... So the Spanish girl used this system to... calm down their very hot boyfriends, without losing their maidenhead!"

"Ah!" she smiled, very amused and impressed."Very wise girls!"

"Improvise, adapt yourself, overcome," I sighed. Her breasts were very 'calming'... If she would have been a Spanish, or even a Filipina girl (Philippines had been Spanish colonies, for a while), I could have easily waited the first bridal night to make her mine, if she would have given me such "advances", on a regular basis... 

She went on making her paizuri for a while, then she sat astray on my hip and impaled herself slowly on my dick. She could not get enough yet. 

She started going up and down. A show for my eyes, a heaven for my sex. Warm, deep, tight and tender at the sme time. 

Eyes closed, her head just slightly bent down, as if she were meditating. Half open mouth. She was moaning every time she went down on my dick, as if the air in her womb was pushed off his mouth. Soft, tender, almost sad, resigned moans. As if he was a slave and I, her ruthless master. Even if SHE was OVER me. I had to remind to myself: YOU are NOT forcing her, YOU are NOT hurting her... Not more than she wants... And she was telling me the same thing, more or less, between a moan and the next.

"Kimi no chinchi wa... subarashi... nagai... katai... Boku wa kanzen-na kimi no mono!". Your dick is beautiful, long, hard... I am all yours! 

"Kimi wa hijo kireidèsu," I said. It was the pure truth, she was wonderful. And me too had to say something nice.

She smiled. We kept on that way, without a word, just her moans and my breath, till the bitter end... 

"Oh... You... Go-tsu kun... E' bello"!", she sighed. She really had a knack to be filled, flooded by men... She dismountedand kneeled by my side like a shiatsu massagist, looking at me. What she saw should like her very much, judging by how she smiled. "Turn around."

"Hm? Oh, yes!" I turn on my belly and she leaned on me. His mouth on my neck, her nipples on my shoulder blades, her pubes on my tail bone. For a while she did not move, just lay enjoying the heat of my body, the strong vibes of my muscles, still slowly relaxing after the orgasm. Male's strength, potentially harmful, violent, but controlled, disciplined, and stronger for that. She had surrendered to that force, to get and give pleasure, and she got what she wanted. She was happy to be with that male, to be with me. And she wanted to show it. She started moving, slowly, her body like a wave, massaging my back, heating me, her nose and they mouth sniffing and kissing my neck,but calmly, with hardly perceptible touches, without a single noise.

"You have really a good smell. I like it," she whispered."Mi... piace... il... tuo... odore... "

"And you have a nice body. Warm and soft. Attakai to yawarakay," I said, slowly, relaxed as never in my life.

She smiled.

Without warning, she raised up from me, seated on her toes and told me to stand up. I obeyed. She looked into my eyes, with a smile, and took my dick into her mouth. This time she did not want just to clean it up. Not only "it",at least. The belly, the thighs, the balls, and a bit beyond, behind... Hey! That was taboo for me!

"Boku wa kimi no kuchi o fakku shitai!". I took her by her hair, pulling her head back from there.

"Hai!", she said.

I pushed my dick close to her mouth, and she just opened it and closed her eyes. I took her up to where her mouth ended and her throat began, holding his nape strong, and she did not protest. She just started moving her head, back and forth.

I pulled away my hand and enjoyed the show: she was going ahead on her own. Her tongue was giving soft hits below my shaft., like the throbs of the muscles of her cunt when she was going to come (to "go", as you please). She really was going for it!

"Go-tsu kun? Shasèi?-, I asked. She open her eyes looking at me, nodded and closed her eyes again, dedicating herself to my dick I t took not so much time, and she did not pull her head back, nor open her eyes.

"Hmmmmmhhh! -, she mumbled when she felt me gushing in her mouth, just with half of my dick beyond her lips and her teeth. I held the base of my dick in my hand, I did not want to choke her.

She kept it in the mouth for a while, opened her lips, said "Ah!", then looked at me.

"Mite! Watashi wa kimi no seieki o mattaku nomikonda!" And she opened wide her mouth to prove it. True, it was empty. 

She was happy like a child who did something difficult, and wanted that everybody know that.

I knelt, stroked her hair, kissed her as it takes, tongue in her mouth. She appreciated it.

"You would not kiss me that way if you would think that I am a kosho benjo."

"What that means?"

"Literally, public loo. 'Gabinetto pubblico'," she smiled. "'Una... che lo fa... con tutti'"! 

"Hm... No, I don't think you are so."

Sure, she was not a nun at all. But not even a nynphomaniac or something like that. She liked sex, but she had not a never ending itch between the legs. Surely she was able to say "no", to choose what male greet in her bed, in her body, and what male not.

"How do you say... Putana"?

"Puttana,. with two 'T's," I corrected her. She chuckled: she liked that detached, professor-like tone... 

"I ham happy to be your... putttana... 

"Two 'T's, not three."

She laughed and kissed me again. Almost no taste except her breath, her small soft tongue.

"How do you say it?" I asked her.

"Baishun-fu," she smiled, "sho-fu, yujo, gaba- man... that means 'big cunt'... fushidarana... Ama, which means 'nun', ironically... Mesu, that means 'bitch', 'female'... Ken no dampu , that is, "cum dump"... And then "yariman-on-na."

"What means exactly Yariman-on-na?" I wondered. "On-na means 'woman', I know"

She chuckled again, a bit embarrassed

"Whoman who did it ten thousands times. Donna... che lo fa... diecimile volte!"

"And where does she find the time to live?" I wondered. She laughed. "And how you say 'woman skilled in bed'? 'Woman who does it well'?"

"Tokozyozu," she smiled, putting her wrists om my shoulders. She knew I thought about her.

I embraced her, without tightening her body.

"Kimi wa tàkusan tokozyozu dèsu," I said. In all sincerity, in all sobriety... She smiled.

"Arigatò" she said, softly. Looking down. Thank you. She sighed and looked at the clock on the wall, the only concession to modern times, but so essential, almost 'zen', to be in tune with the whole interior. It was time to come back on the planet Earth.

"Do you have to go home, to your friend?"I said. She nodded.

"Yes ," she nodded, "today it's my turn to cook." She looked at me mischievously: "But we're just friends, we're not... rezubian!"

"I do not doubt of it." I said. Rezubian, from English, "lesbian"... Girlfriends, yes, but not up to that point... Surely SHE was not 'rezubian'. Bisexual, maybe... 

She went to wash before to get dressed. I remained in bed, to recuperate, and to enjoy the situation. Calm, a sweet smell of sex and female all around, and all over me ... I did not want to wash myself and make her losing time. I had no objection to have her scent all over me, and in the lower parts I was already clean. She had taken care of it ... 

"My friend is nice too, do you know?" she told me loudly from the bathroom. "She is younger, smaller than me, a bit more demure... But she's nice."

"Why do you tell me that?"

"Just so. Her name is Yoko." Her name was Masako, she had told me in the metro, when we just had met each other.

I closed my eyes and fancied her cooking. For a man, perhaps, since she was not a 'rezubian'. Cooking for herself and a female friend could be fun, talking about job, movies, or about dansei, the males. But not for a whole lifetime.

She was cooking, quiet. Her man came, he enjoyed a little the show, maybe asking her if she needed a hand. Then approached, hands on her shoulders, her crotch against her little Asian bum... She let him do that, smiling. There are some things in the oven, she muttered. I like the things well cooked, he said. He lifted her skirt, folded her down, and she did not rebel. She moaned, as he penetrated her, plowed her. Without a word, without forcing. Then a kiss on the mouth, and buon appetito, good appetite. For both of them. Enjoy your meal, as you have enjoyed your female. And as your female has enjoyed you... 

I had to make an effort of will to get up and get dressed. The party was over, at least for that time. We had been naked and skin to skin with each other for so long that now I felt strange with my dress on. Yeah, like an albatross on the deck of a ship. There, clumsy, wings folded, walking, uncomfortable like a fish out of the water ... 

She emerged from the bathroom with the white bathrobe, long up to her feet, her smooth hair free to go down on her shoulders, reaching for her breasts. Clean , pure like a priestess. But with a light, beautiful smile, only for me. 

She hugged me, kissed me on the nose, and I felt better.

"I still feel your chinko inside me," she said. "And I feel it still in the heat inside you."

"Do you want to take some photos of me?"she smiled. "Even naked... "

"Aren't you afraid that I could put them on the web?"

"Not you," She shook his head. "You would never do it. You're a gentleman."

"And if I show them to my friends? I mean... off-line."

"Show them," she shrugged. "I know, half of the pleasure for a man is telling the friends about it... "

"And for a woman?" She tought about that.

"Maybe not half of the pleasure. But we talk about it too."

"And how do you talk about it?". I was curious. How do the women talk about sex, about us, among them?

She smiled, looked at the ceiling and started talking in a childish, chirping, really "Asian" tone.

"Oh, you know, I have met a man... he is nice, amiable, genteel... Nagaku te hadodikku to!"

I smiled. She had said the last words putting her hands at her breast's level, as the fishermen do to show to theirfriend what a fish they had got... She too was showing something she had got, but not a fish... 

"Well, not so much nagaku," I said, trying to get her hands closer to each other.

"Don't be humble," she smiled, "you don't need it."

I took a picture of her with her smile and her hand put that way ("qui habet aures audiendi, audiat", I would have told to my friends: who can get the picture... get it), but nothing kinkier. She dressed up, with no hurry and posing as an Asian Playboy centerfold girl, every now and then, and I smiled and snorted and applauded, but resisted the temptation to take more pictures. The brain is better than a memory card, at least for those of my generation. I would have just closed my eyes, and I would have seen her body, her eyes, her breast, her sex, and heard her voice, her moans, and felt her smell, her taste, the softness of her body, of her light skin, the heat of her womb around my sex, again and again, with no need to draw out any damned electronic device... 

We went out on the street smiling at each other, without walking hand in hand or the likes. No one does it, down there, and as they say, when you're in Rome, do what the Romans do. Even when we got to my subway station, there was no fuss. We bowed to each other, the same inclination (I was "copying" her, and that was fine, since I was not too much older than her). She was smiling, his eyes were a bit low. So it had to be done. I remembered something about judo, but there, among us, it was done a bit carelessly. Judging from the way she nodded, I had done it well, or at least it was not too much ridiculous. Then she waved her hand, climbed on the train and went away.

I often wondered what feels a woman, after having made love. After she has been embraced, taken, penetrated, flooded by a man. A man she has chosen, for a night or for life. 'I can feel it inside yet', she had said. Inside, in the belly, in the womb. Big, wide, warm and strong. A male into her, beyond any hurdle, any defense. Master of her body, of herself. When all is said and done, when she is all dressed up, down in the street, among the crowd, but she still feels that way, those things... What does she think? Of him, of herself?

Maybe she just remembers, and that's it. She closes her eyes, she feels, remembers, and relaxes. Maybe a bit of moisture in the sex, a smile. At least when it all went well, when she is not disappointed.

I imagined her, sitting in the train, eyes closed, calm, her legs a bit widespread... maybe her sex a bit aching, swollen, wet... the feeling of being still soft, weak, open, pierced, plowed, filled up... and happy about it... filled up by my sex, by me... a smile, a light smile, lips closed... And the idea, the desire to do it again and again, and again... with me, most likely... 

And all around, so many people who thought she was sleeping ... 

End of first part