5 comments/ 67321 views/ 30 favorites Oni By: YANKEE DAN Her toes wiggled, restless with her dreaming maybe. Asami lay on the bed sprawled out, her legs stuck from some ruffled covers, the light from the window splashed over one exposed ass cheek. The curve of her back was beautiful but unlikely to leave her comfortable in the morning. Her long black hair was spread out on the pillows. She mumbled something in her sleep and rolled over into a more comfortable position, as she did the covers pulled up showing her pussy to the empty room. It glistened with her juices in the pale light. She opened her eyes, immediately forgetting her dream, but the cold sweat clinging to her ass and the warm beads on her breast under the covers worked together to point towards the heat in her most tender flesh. She slipped a hand between her legs and sent her fingers dancing through the patch of hair, then dipped into the sex to feel the wetness there. A strange feeling came over her, as if she was being watched, and she turned around, looking about the room. There was nothing except bare walls and piles of boxes, containing the belongings of her family recently shipped from Japan. She pulled the covers over herself and went uneasily back to sleep, her dream resumed, yet again not to be remembered by her mind but leaving it's mark in the sheets. *** "In America we throw junk away you know." Thomas said as he shifted through the boxes. Asami sat in the corner, thin brush in hand painting the walls of her bedroom. "In Japan the men respect the women and don't call their family heirlooms junk." she said. "Oh yeah right like this Slap-it produce slicer is an important relic huh?" he replied. Asami smiled, "Yeah well, lets say that was at least partly true on both counts." She brought the brush to the wall and added leaves to her tree. "What if you mess up or decide you don't want your walls covered in pine trees?" Thomas asked as he moved between boxes. "Last night I noticed how bare this place feels, it just stuck me to draw a forest this morning. The wallpaper peels off easily so if I change my mind no problem, besides it's good practice, maybe I can make my apartment into a work of art itself and hold exhibits here." A deer was born from her hands, taking it's place in the new forest. There was silence for several moments, not hearing anything for a while Asami looked over to see what Thomas was doing. He sat on the bed, in his hands was a magatama. He stared at it as if examining it very closely. "You like that?" Asami asked, "you can wear it if you want but it might be a little girly for a big strong American boy." she teased with heavy sarcasm in her voice. "Oh, ah no... I was just wondering what it was. Seemed like a necklace but there is something weird about it." He held the jade object up to the light and the curved beads along its length made soft rustling noises as they moved. "Well it's a magatama," Asami explained, "according to my mother it's got a protective kami spirit too. I forget it's name, but it was my great-great-great grandmothers. The family legend says she befriended a kami who swore to protect the family as long as we had the magatama." "Wow, so if I steal this I get my own pet kami? Is that something like a prostitute?" Asami came over to the bed and gently took the heirloom away, then not so gently smacked Thomas on the side of the head. "NO. Now get back to unpacking my stuff or you'll need a whore to get any action." Asami put the magatama on and returned to her panting. "I'm surprised my father sent me this actually." she used. "I saw a few other things he sent me that I don't get, they should be distributed among my siblings but it looks like I got the loin's share of my grandmother's things." "Well," Thomas replied, "he probably knows your the one who will appreciate them." "Awwww, you said something nice Tom!" Asami scooted back over to where Tomas was pushing the boxes about and snuggled against his arm. They spent most of the day that way, Asami moved along the wall, leaving behind her a trail of trees and flowers blossoming from her mind to the walls. Thomas pushed furniture and decorations around, the pile of boxes shrinking as the apartment gained a whole new look. As the sun set Thomas stopped to take a look at the paintings on the walls. "Holy shit." he laughed and came up behind Asami, wrapping his hands on her wrist. "You went to town huh?" "Wha-" The women shook her head as if addled. She looked back at what she had drawn. The hall had become a mountain pass, the trees were thick in the distance but the area around the hall was a clearing, giving the impression that you were in the middle of a clearing. She began walking back and looked in the bathroom, it was now a coast line, dark and stormy with a line of rocks and sea just across the bathtub. "Could have used some brighter colors maybe..." she giggled nervously. Moving on she returned to her bedroom. Standing in the doorway she leaned on the door frame. The bamboo was thick in most places, the darkness beyond them was difficult to penetrate but she got the impression there was something moving just outside the light. "You need to go back and work on that corner slacker." Thomas said from behind her, his hand running down her back. Asami looked at the corner where she had spent her first hour. There were a few trees and some wildlife, leaving most of the wall blank. Thomas' hands slipped around her waist, one went up to fondle her breast through her shirt while the other slipped between her legs. His lips ran up her neck, sucking and nibbling under her jawline. Asami titled her head to the side and his mouth opened wider, teeth pressing into her skin as he sucked hard. "Uhhh, ohhh..." Asami moaned, her eyes partly closed as she felt her nipple pinched, her pants falling to the floor. Her red panties were moist, the juices dripping between Thomas's fingers as he teased her lower lips. He pulled her shirt up, not off but enough that the thin material held above her ripe tits. Her nipples were large and a soft pink. They stood out hard in the warm air waiting eagerly for his finger to return to pull and twist them. They had to wait while her lover unbuckled his belt, then he reached around her and pulled her panties down to her knees. She felt his cock press against her ass cheeks. He pressed forward, sliding it up and down her ass crack. The feel of his flesh against her anus made her shudder and she wondered if that's where he'd enter her. The sweat was building up between them and juices ran down her thighs. Somewhere in the forest she thought she saw a pair of eyes looking at her. It sent shivers down her spine and she looked around the room again. She had the impression that she was really in a forest, leaned against a tree and about to be fucked by her boyfriend. "Oh Tom." His tongue worked on her ear now, making her giggle when it pressed inside and moan when he sucked her ear into his month. "Take me." she told him urgently. "Make love to me baby!" He pressed her forward and she leaned the way he wanted, presenting her gushing pussy to his cock. He rubbed the head around her lower lips, bathing it in her juices, teasing her. She stared forward at the wall. She was sure she saw the eyes now, yes... there they were clearly watching her. They urged her own. 'Tell him' they said, 'make him fuck you, we want to see you squeal on his meat.' "Enough teasing Tom," she growled, a voice full of lust in a way Thomas had never heard her speak, "pound my cunt, fill me up... uhhhh, oh yes that's right...ohh..." Thomas sank his cock into her slowly, her pussy lips parted for his head and wrapped tightly around his shaft. He moaned when his balls buried in her patch of hair. He reached down and squeezed her ass globes, digging his fingers into her skin which drew moans. Her pussy spasmed around his cock, gripping it like a vice. The magatama slapped against her breast as she started to bounce, her lover's hard thrust pounding her from behind. She sank to the floor and he followed her, on all fours she looked back at him, licking her lips. He reached forward and took her head in his hands, pulling her hair as he pressed forward, thrusting his cock in and out of her wet pussy. She dropped to her chest, hands going between her legs, one rubbing her clit, the other running nails over his balls. His nuts slapped her fingers as they worked. Her breast pressed flat against the carpet. She closed her eyes and imagined herself in the forest, grass rubbed her tits and her lover pressed her face into the dirt. Her panties were stained between her legs, shirt ripped. In her mind she was dirty as well as sweaty, being taken like an animal or a whore. The passion was raw and primal, it filled her mind and burned wherever he touched. Her toes curled and she pushed her ass back against the cock exploring her insides. "God your so hot baby." Thomas said. There were no words for a while as he pumped her, just their grunting and moaning, his hips slamming into her ass. Asami came repeatedly, gritting her teeth and looking back to the eyes on the wall. As Thomas filled her cunt with warm cum the eyes seemed to smile. He stayed buried in her as he grew soft, laying on top her he planted small kisses on her back. She turned back and kissed him for a minute before they disentangled and went to shower. Thomas worked nights so Asami slept alone again, the magatama hanging on her bedpost. It's soft glow revealed a spider crawling out of the wallpaper. *** "So what is this?" the man asked. It was an art exhibit, Asami's own stand was the biggest she'd ever had and the sells had been far more then she'd ever expected. She wondered if it had something do to her scantly attire. Normally she wore something conservative to these events but today something had moved her to wear a dress with one of those V shapes on the front, dipping between her breast where her magatama hung. Her skirt was quite free flowing, if you could consider something so short to 'flow.' "It's a kitsune." she told him. Though his interest seemed to be more towards her chest then the painting. It depicted a fox like women, her features were twisted in a snarl but she was in a pose of gracefulness, dancing along a rivers edge. In the distance behind her dogs could be seen approaching. Once the man finished ogling her he moved on. "Hey, that's great stuff!" A young women stood a few feet from her. "I do mine on computers and I give it a sort of techno feel you know? My name's Cherry by the way." "Cherry huh, well hello?" Asami laughed, looking the girl up and down. The girls age wasn't clear but whatever it was she was short for it, and very pale. Her pink mini-skirt made the older women feel modest all of a sudden, anyone behind her got a look at her goods when she bent froward. She was sporting a matching hello kitty tank top and her hair was short and spiked in a way that could only be accomplished with the add of large globs of gel. "By 'yours' I take it you mean you do similar art." Asami said. "Oh yeah!" Cherry bounced with excitement. "I've got this one that you should see of a kudan who has just been spit out of a toaster and it's prophecies are all reflected in the toaster's shine." Asami put her hand to her month, hoping it hid her smile. "Thats fascinating, my name's Asami, well, haha, you can see the sign I guess." she said. "I always thought those things were a little gross." "Oh yeah I've got it covered in blood and the placenta is hanging out of the toaster! Well I need to get back, why don't you come by after the show huh?" Asami was shocked to sell every piece of art she had save one, an image of a man being wrapped in a web by a jorougumo spider women. When she had painted the thing it was her darkest piece and now that she looked at it again she wondered what she'd been thinking. She rarely went to evoke a feeling of despair or death, but this work did nothing but. The jorougumo was forgotten once she went over to see Cherry. The youth had a collection of kami doing the strangest things, but the beauty of it was that you could see how she went from the legend into her techno rock world. Twist on old folktales had shrines turned into disco halls, Oni were doing an impression of the third circle of Dante's inferno, and when Asami's eyes fell on one titled Enenra she felt her heart beat a bit faster. Cherry had featured herself in the painting, her head was tossed back as she sat at her computer screen, her legs spread lewdly, the smoke around her had come to life and was working its way around her body. The way a dense cloud spread around her legs and her skirt was lifted suggested it was penetrating her somehow with it's insubstantial form. "You like that huh?" Cherry spotted her gazing at the picture. Asami blushed. "Yeah, I do." "It's based on a dream I had. I fell asleep and dreamed about the smoke from my cigarette molesting me, man when I woke up I was soaked! I figured the guys would appreciate it and boy they did." Cherry smiled perhaps enjoying the look this drew from the gorgeous Asian women. "Wow well," Asami felt a bit exposed now, she didn't know if she was comfortable with this young girl talking about things so frankly. The girl's friendless soon overcame her hesitation though. They sat and talked about ways to portray Japanese folklore for the next hour, Asami couldn't remember the last time she'd met anyone with such an interest in the subject. "So what's your number Asami? Maybe we can hang out sometime you know, work on art or share what we've done." "That would be great, here, take my card it has my cell on it." *** Asami murmured in her sleep, her eyes were frantic under their lids. Her tossing and turning had left her once again only half covered. Her chest slowly started to heave up and down faster and faster as if she was running as fast as she could. Sweat began to run over her breast, reflecting the moonlight. A figure stood at the end of her bed. It's shadow could be mistaken for a young girl if not for the tail, which was fairly short but thick. It's ass was shapely and flowed into a pair of soft red thighs between which was a forest of hair around it's pussy. It's pussy was puffy and large. The labia, both sets, were bright red and glistened wetly in the dark. It's breast were small and pert, the nipples hard. On it's head were two short horns peeking out from long black hair. It leaned forward and crawled onto the bed hardly making any depression as it did. It's breath ran over Asami's skin and her eyes opened. "FUCKING SHIT!" Asami screamed and scrambled back in her bed. In a panic, she fell off the edge and found herself pressed into the rooms corner, starring up at the creature. "No way, no way, no this isn't real..." Asami shook her head willing herself to wake up but unable to tear her eyes from those of the creature. There was a moment of silence as they stared at each other. "Oni?" she asked, unsure if such a civil inquiry would be headed by the demon. The thing smiled and crawled forward. It spoke in a raspy voice, "Get back on the bed." Asami spoke in a broken, stuttering voice, her English deteriorating with her fear. "Yes, okay... oh why is this happening..." Asami pleaded, "I'll do w-wha-whatever you wa-want just don't hurt me please..." Asami slid onto the bed, wishing now she didn't sleep naked. The thing moved over her, it's face inches from hers. Hot breath hit her face and Asami's lips trembled. The creature inched closer, it's lips brushing hers. Asami realized the thing's intentions. "Not this... please I don't want this," Asami tried to beg the demon for mercy, "I can do whatever you want ju-just, umph." She was silence by it's lips sucking hers into it's month. The oni tongued her lower lip, then the upper one before forcing it's tongue into Asami's month. It's tongue wrapped around hers. If a tongue could be raped by another one then that's what went on inside her mouth. It probed her gums, squeezed and pulled her tongue, and then started forcing it's way into her throat. Asami was torn between resisting and submitting. She was afraid of what the creature would do to her if she didn't play along, but if she did would that save her? When she felt the unnatural length of the tongue she decided she had to struggle and tried to push her assailant off. It was no use, the demon held one hand under her head wrapped in her hair, the other went under her back, Asami thrashed on the bed but the tongue kept pushing deeper. Asami was gagging now, the thing's tongue was beginning to explore her throat and lick around inside her in a way that made Asami began to convulse. The sensation was too much and tears welled up in her eyes. The thing's eyes made contact with hers and slowly it withdrew. Asami coughed and turned on her side, starting to crawl away. Her attempts amused the oni. "Oh no, where are you going my pet?" It grabbed a handful of Asami's hair again and whispered in her ear, "Don't make me hurt you more then I want too." It chuckled madly and it's tongue reached out, wrapping around Asami's neck. The oni moved its body over Asami so that it's crotch was right over her ass, she felt it's soft fur on her ass cheeks and something dripping on the crevice of her cheeks. Realizing it was the thing's excitement dripping down over her anus Asami sobbed, imagining what more the thing would do to her. It would press her face into that moist place Asami was sure. The oni wanted to hurt and abuse her, debase her for it's amusement. It's tongue pulled off her neck and trailed down her back, slowly, it savored the taste of her skin, the sweat that had built up while it played with her mind in her sleep was like a delicacy. It moaned it's pleasure becoming obvious now as it enjoyed the sensations. The taste of skin was fantastic. The smell of Asami's excitement was heady especially since it was mixed with her fear. Best of all though was the softness and warmth it would soon plunder from it's victim's cunt. Tears flowed freely down Asami's cheeks, the discomfort of the oral assault had passed, now she was beset with shame and humiliation. She buried her head in a pillow, disgusted with her own body, her pussy wetting the sheets, aching for the tongue that was working down her back, aroused by the thoughts that Asami was trying to block from her mind. Asami tried to convince herself that it was something the demon was doing to her, because in no way did she want another women forced on her, much less one with sharp fingers and a tail. The oni kissed her ass cheeks now, kneaded her butt with its hands, blew hot air over it's pet's wet anal opening. It placed it's mouth at the top of the long hot valley and let it's tongue slide down slowly, like syrup flowing over skin. Asami's anus twitched as the warm, wet tongue slided over it and continued on. It parted her pussy lips as it rubbed over her hot sex and up to her clit where it stopped, it's tip flicking on the sensitive button. Asami gasp, unable to hide her pleasure. Her fingers dug into the pillow she hid her face in, breath coming in ragged gasps. Reflexively she rocked her hips as the incredible sensations on her mound continued. The creature withdrew it's tongue and placed it's lips on Asami's asshole, sucking and probing the orifice with it's tongue. Asami squirmed, no one had ever put their tongue there and the new feelings made her tremble, the full bubbles of her butt wiggling on the demon's face. The creature lowered it's mouth, kissing her entrance to her pussy. It's long tongue snaked out and entered her. It went deeper and deeper, flexing and probing the walls of her vagina. Asami felt an orgasm building, she didn't want it but she couldn't stop it. It built up in her pussy slowly, a rising tide of pleasure and heat. The tongue worked it's magic relentlessly, and the oni drank so much of her nectar she wondered if it would ever be sated. It's fingers played with her clit, it elicited no pain for now, focusing on making Asami moan with delight at the awful violation. When she finally came she screamed and reached back, touching the demon herself for the first time as her held it's face between her legs, the demon voiced no complaint for it's part. Oni As Asami settled down the demon slowed it's licking, withdrawing it's tongue from her depths. It planted small kisses around her thighs, messaging her legs with its hands. It reached up and coached Asami into turning over, moving up it kissed her belly button and tummy, gently exploring her with it's tongue. Asami lay on her back, breathing slowly returning to normal. The orgasm left her so exhausted she forgot for a moment where she was and what had happened, staring at the sky through the trees. No, she thought, No sky, I'm on my bed in my room I've just been... She looked to the right and yes, it was just an illusion created by the walls decoration. The comfort of being in her own room was lost as immediately as she felt it. The creature crawled up her it's breast brushing over her face. It moaned at the contact and began to move it's tits over Asami's face, she turned her head to the side, trying to keep her lips off the demon's skin. "Now now child, I think you need some of mother's milk don't you?" The perverse come on sickened Asami, she knew the demon would want her to please it now, she would be used and degraded by this wicked thing to fulfill it's desires. "Maybe I'll make you lick elsewhere." The creature rose and moved up it's pussy approaching Asami's horrified face. She tried to sink back into the covers but her body was weak and the demon corrected her with a squeeze of it's sharp fingers on her tits when she tried to pull away. "Beg for this pussy you little whore." Asami's eyes widened. "Wha- why?" She sobbed, "I can't stop you, please just do what you want and go." A new train of tears started to leave her eyes. "You have to practice for when you really want it and I'm not in the mood." The creature replied with a wicked grin. "I see you need some more encouragement." It turned around quickly, and Asami regretted her words. It pressed downward, muffling Asami's cries of protest, it's asshole settling firmly on Asami's mouth. The oni purred, the most animal sound it had made yet. "Lick that asshole! Lick it if you want to keep all your parts." It reached down and tugged firmly on Asami's clit. With no choice the poor woman opened her month, tasting the demon's sweat and licking it off her rosebud. It pressed it's asshole onto her lips, then moved it around, smothering it's victims face. Asami sobbed, disgusted by the depraved act but having no choice but to keep moving her month, trying to get at the puckered ring of the creature's anus. The oni made it difficult so it's victim had to put effort into it. The sadistic being was delighted when the women's hands gripped her ass and held her still, the tongue finally getting to work for real. The demon moaned as it felt itself stretch a little and the tongue dip inside. "Now what would you like to worship?" The smiling fiend asked, lifting itself up so Asami could respond. "Your tits, oh shit your fucking tits I want to suck them." "Hmmm, why do you want to do that?" it asked. "Because they are so beautiful," Asami thought quickly for the first time about how to praise another women sexually, "because it will get you excited. I want you to be hot and ready when I lick your succulent pussy." The demon turned around, smiling, and lowered it's tits to Asami's face. She sucked for all she was worth, twirling her tongue around the nipples and lapping at the tender flesh of the dark lady's breast. Purrs from the oni were so strong that the nipple vibrated on her tongue. Satisfied, the tit was pulled from her mouth and legs settled around her head. She had no resistance left to fight this last act. She opened her mouth and extended her tongue, tasting another woman's (if you could call it that) flavor for the first time. The hairs tickled her face as the demon pressed forward, moaning and shoving it's victim's head into it's most private spots. The depravity of the act worked on Asami's mind. She didn't know that she could hold her sanity together till morning if the demon couldn't be satisfied with this, so she ate the meal she was fed with all the vigor she could. If she made it come, she thought, maybe this would end. She lapped at the wet sex of her tormentor, sucked it's hot clit into her month. The juices flowed down her throat, a strong smell and taste filled her world. It was like her own, but sweater, not really bad at all. She reached up and twisted the thing's nipples, sure it wouldn't be upset by the pain at all. Then she felt it's tail at the entrance to her pussy. What had been short had grown out, curved over Asami's chest and worked it's way up her love tunnel. Asami squealed into her feast at the pleasure, and worked her tongue on the clit as fast as she could. She wanted it to come before she did so that maybe it would stop the assault before Asami had to be shamed by another orgasm. The demon looked down at the women servicing it's cunt, "Your doing so goooood. Ummm, yes, ohhhhhh you little slut. Oh I feel how wet you are on my spear, your loving this aren't you. You don't need to answer, GET THAT FACE BACK ON MY CUNT! You are so pathetic, broken into a whore in one night aren't you?" Asami shook her no but the demon ignored her, and Asami continuing to write the alphabet on the thing's clit with her tongue. Whatever she could to bring it off she did, searching her mind for tricks that worked well on her own pussy. The tail was wiggling inside Asmai's tunnel making her gasp into the the oni's pussy lips, and like an obscene kiss she felt them pressed to her own lips. "How did you learn to do this so good, ah! Has this always been your secret fantasy?I don't meet many human women this sick, this desiring to have their faces ridden by a delicious cunt. Oh, ohhh, OHHHHH! You little whore!" The demon's taunts were cruel and Asami knew she'd hear them in her head for a long time to come. She didn't want to come like this, her face buried in a soaking pussy. But she couldn't help it. As the tail buried itself up her snatch she came, bitting the seductive demon's sex. Rather then pain, this elicited only sighs of pleasure as they climaxed together. The demon's thighs wrapped tightly around Asami's face its ass pressing down on her breast. Asami needed air and struggled to breathe. The demon smiled down on her, running it's hands through her hair as she suffocated, her month and nose covered with pussy. The last thing she felt before passing out was it's tail pulled wetly from her dripping sex and something thinner then pussy juice flowing into her month. No, she thought weakly as things began to fade, not that, it can't be doing that... not in my mouth... Onibaba, My Love Author's note: In 1964, Japanese film director Kaneto Shindo made a samurai-era horror film called "Onibaba," about a mother and daughter who lived in a swamp and murdered passing travelers. In a world that fears women's sexuality these two took on the personification of female evil, of Onibaba, a character from Japanese mythology. Traditionally, in Noh and Kabuki theater, Onibaba appears as a shriveled old woman with a somewhat maniacal appearance, wild-looking hair and an over-sized mouth full of sharp teeth. She is an Yokai, which generally gets translated into "spirit" or "demon," and, much like the classical opinion of Medusa, even when she is minding her own business, the male protagonists of these stories have no qualms about trying to kill her. I am a hairy barbarian, a Gaijin, a foreigner, one with only the slimmest grasp on Japanese culture, and I tend to root for the underdog, especially when it comes to erotic fantasies. As a translation note, the word "Okaasan" that Iriai uses is simply the informal term for "Mother." Cheers! * * * Onibaba, My Love "Fuuuck -- Fuck Me, son, I need your cock in me. Now! Please. Fuck me." A thousand different melodies ran through Tatsuo's mind at those words. Who cared if you had to be fucked to death to get your inspirations? If he could simply capture that essence of that experience in song, be it in one of Iriai's blowjobs or the deepest reaches of Raikou's ass, that was worth risking immortality for. Now Iriai was helping him strip out of his own kimono as quickly as possible. "Tatsuo-chan, just ram it in, start fucking her for all you're was worth," she whispered huskily in his ear. He momentarily wondered about the second bet. It would be interesting to see his wife being pleasured by his mother. After all, the whole world is bisexual, when you got down to it, just in varying degrees. Raikou was panting as she moved closer to her thirteenth orgasm in the last ten minutes. Her eyes were practically black ink wells, he had never seen her in such a demonic heat. Tatsuo thrust faster as she began to hit peak. "Don't -- pull -- out -- darling -- don't pull out." "Why -- would -- I?" he grunted between strokes. "My cunt can reach temperatures of a hundred and four -- but only when I, O! O! O!" At that she ran out of breath for words, uttering a low rumble like a springtime thunderstorm, rolled her eyes up in her skull and wrapped her legs around Tatsuo. "Faster, boy. Faster, faster!" Iriai moved around, positioned her face right above Raikou's. She placed one hand on side of her cheeks, pulled her mother's face to her, kissing her, then pulling back to gaze down. "Okaasan, isn't this so much better? Why have we been denying ourselves for so long?" Iriai kissed her again, pressed forward, letting Raikou open her mouth, accept Iriai's tongue, gifting her daughter with her own. Tatsuo simply kept his pelvis-grind-fuck going, leaning down to suckle at her breast, feeling waves of cum wash over his hips as Raikou shuddered in another tsunami-size orgasm. Iriai broke the kiss, quickly striped out of what was left of her clothing, reclining herself on the table as well so that she was open to her mother, ready to collect on the second part of the bet. Tatsuo slowly disengaged, helping Raikou to sit up. The older Oni then knelt on a chair in front of her daughter's open pussy. She moved her face towards Iriai's deluge, started with a tentative kiss, then slowly started to work her tongue to the bone. Raikou's ass was now in the air and Tatsuo had yet to cum, so he positioned himself behind her, slipping back in, giving her a slow, leisurely orgasm as she worked her magic on Iriai's clit. Iriai was clearly enjoying herself, mewing, flashing the ceiling her happy smile as they settled into a three-groove rhythm. Just as his wife was about to cum herself Tatsuo eased out of Raikou and, rounding the table, came up to her, offering Iriai his cock to suck. "Mmmmm," she said around her husband's cock, then, after a deep hard suck, indicated that Tatsuo should go back to fucking her mother. The three of them tried several different positions before Iriai stopped in mid-finger fuck, repositioning herself and her mother so they were laying belly to belly, cunt to mouth, with herself on the bottom, ordering Tatsuo to "bring the Devil's cock here." She gave it another wild suck, then inserted it into her mother once more, was lapping away at her clit, licking the underside of his cock as Tatsuo ground into Raikou. The three of them were slowly building up into an universe-shattering climax. The first to go over the top was Iriai, quickly followed by Raikou. Tatsuo finally exploded himself, soaking the Onibaba's cunt with his own sexual satisfaction, his perversions finally catching up with him. He stayed inside Raikou as long as possible, until he had emptied his reserves, pulling out to his mothers mewls of disappointment, only to be immediately sucked clean by his wife. Once she was done Tatsuo sat down to watch as Irai tenderly licked her own mother clean of his mortal cum. Raikou gave Iriai's pussy one last festive lick, then contented herself by sitting next to her daughter's head, stroking her cheek. "I have only one question," Raikou asked dreamily. "Why didn't we try something like this ages ago?" "We did," her daughter replied. "Back in 1369." "O piff, you know I can never recall anything prior to moving in next door to lovely Tatsuo." "You've only known him for six years, Okaasan." Raikou started to laugh and Tatsuo saw a deep down smile that he had not seen for a long while. It was the true form of the ancient Yokai; Raikou the Widow Maker. "I don't know," her mother chuckled. "I had too much built up sexual tension, I suppose. You just took five hundred years off me, I feel like a new woman. Thank you, thank you both for this." They chatted for a time, Iriai admitting that it was the best possible way to draw the three of them closer. "Who knows? While we're at the Aizen-Myoo Onsen hot springs it might give my husband the motivation to finish that dreadful score he's been working on for ages and ages." "Dreadful?" squeaked Tatsuo, deflated in one corner of the bed. "Do you think, daughter, that if we waited for another ten minutes that Tatsuo-tan-tan would be up for another round of rumpy pumpy? I still want my rump pumped and all this fucking has made me horny." "Ten minutes?" squeaked Tatsuo. "Of course, Okaasan. If you think Tatsuo can't handle the two of us, you weren't paying close attention just now." Onica My Rose This is a story about a neighbor of mine named Onica that I have had a steady fuck-buddy relationship with since we met. She was of Native American and Brazilian heritage with piercing blue eyes and dark autumn hair which she wore long and straight. She was several inches taller than I was and while not very "thick" or accentuated in the right places, I could honestly compare her to a dark skinned Emily Deschanel. Onica and I met when I was attempting to carry a box full of personals and a few other fairly big boxes. I came around the corner and bumped into her, dropping my box of sex toys and bondage equipment. I was a little embarrassed, but Onica didn't seem to mind; she kindly helped me pick them up and introduced herself while handing me one of my silver nipple clamps. She smiled and joked if she could use them sometime. A few nights later I ran into her at a local gathering that the condo puts on every week. We had a few drinks and got to talking. I learned that she was divorced and seeking a playmate. After the gathering was over, we headed back up to my condo. We sat in my living room and watched some TV; there was a really sleazy movie on. As the movie progressed, Onica had leaned against me and I had put my arm around her. She started to rub my leg, as I was running my fingers through her hair. She said that it felt nice and to keep doing it. It wasn't her hair that I wanted to be stroking. I think she read the signs and asked me if I wanted to screw. I could not decline such a delicious offer. By this time, in my early forties, this wasn't my first encounter with a woman and it didn't seem to be hers either. Onica mentioned that she was a little tired so she got up but instead of leaving she turned towards and sauntered into the master bedroom. After I had turned the TV off and locked the door, I followed in suit. When I entered my room, there was Onica sprawled out on my bed in a nice tight black open breasted bodice and a leather thong. Just looking at her made me wet. I started to undress when I felt two soft yet skilled hands help me with my blouse and bra. She proceeded down to my pants after taking off my shirt, bra and released my perky 38D breasts. Taking off my pants revealed a red lace G-string. Onica stood back to take in the beauty of my succulent body. We then went to the bed. She caressed my shoulder and then guided my face and lips towards her own. Kissing Onica was magnificent. She was soft and deliberate, giving yet demanding. The kiss was long and passionate. As I was kissing her I busied myself fondling and pinching the nipples of her supple 34C tits. After awhile Onica asked me where I put the box of toys I had when we first met. I smiled wickedly at her before I got up and walked over to my dresser and pulled open the top dresser drawer revealing my collection of dildos, nipple clamps, whips, handcuffs, ball gags, and some assorted food products. Onica just giggled with glee at the site of all my toys. I called her over and told her to pick out a toy of her choice. She took out my 10" black colored dildo and a pair of handcuffs. I chose that pair of silver butterfly nipple clamps. When I turned around to go back to the bed Onica was already using the dildo on herself. Just watching her work that 10" black dildo in and out of her heavenly snatch made me unbelievably wet. I lay on the bed beside her and inserted two fingers into my waiting pussy. Every so often between moans we'd kiss; I've never seen a girl work a dildo so well and the way she used that tongue, my god. After she came to a screaming orgasm and I in suit, she turned the dildo on me. As she was working me with the dildo I attached the nipple clamps to her and took the clamped nipple into my mouth. Onica paused what she was doing with the dildo long enough to handcuff me to my own bed, and then she went back to driving the rubber prick into my ever so eager pussy. After a few minutes Onica took the dildo out of my snatch and propped my ass up with a pillow. She found my K-Y-jelly on my bed stand and lubed up my asshole. When she was satisfied with the lube job she inserted the dildo into my asshole sending me over the edge in torrents of multiple orgasms. Onica quickly redirected her attention to my drenched cunt. The feeling of her hot breath, the use of her skillful tongue and the dildo in my ass was driving me crazy. I was bucking wildly trying to drive the dildo further up my ass and also trying to bury her face deeper into my needy cunt. After about three or four orgasms Onica kissed and nibbled her way up to my lips giving me a long succulent kiss and returned to my breasts, where she sucked and nibbled on them. She got up and walked over to my dresser, grabbed the chocolate sauce, and then came back to my bed. Once back at the bed she went back to playing with my nipples, she drenched them in chocolate sauce, pushing one of my tits up so as I can lick some of it off myself. Onica, having some remains of chocolate sauce on her tongue, left a chocolaty trail all the way down to my pussy along my tummy. I started to moan and squirm, confessing to Onica that I need a nice juicy snatch in my mouth; she didn't object. She undid the handcuffs from the headboard and handcuffed me instead to her ankle. I started at her chocolate covered toes and slowly dragged my hot, moist tongue up her calf and then to the inside of her thigh. Licking around her thong, I switch from side to side pulling the sides of her thong down and then eventually getting it off. I licked and dragged my tongue around her cunt; it was starting to drive her crazy. She was begging and pleading with me to eat her out. I lightly ran my tongue over her heavenly snatch every few passes I darted my tongue into her moist hole. She couldn't take it anymore, she grabbed me by the back of the head and drove my face into her pussy, and the taste was divine. I shoved my tongue as far down in her hole as possible, when I retracted my tongue, I nibbled, licked, and sucked on her delicious clit. I took the dildo from the side of the bed and rammed it into her cunt, rolled her on her stomach and started to ream her ass each time pushing her forward causing the dildo to fuck her and I took care of her ass. While I was working her, my fingers once again found their way to my pussy. So I tongued her ass, I fingered my snatch. We both came in torrents. I removed the dildo and positioned myself so as that I could finger her ass and lap up her juices at the same time. It would be a very interesting and fun-filled night that concluded sometime between two and three a.m. When we were both spent we put our toys away, showered, and went to bed in each others arms. Our friendship is a very healthy one. We would fuck every now and again, but that changed when I moved back south. It was nice. Neither one of us had designs on the other's independence. There was no drama and the sex was what it was. No strings attached. Although, I will admit that rope was involved a few times. Onion The onion made Susan cry, not because she was cutting it, just the idea of it brought the tears. It was the layers, the curved layers that made her think of the layered folds of her girlfriend Angie's pussy. More correctly, the curved layers of the onion made her think of her ex-girlfriend Angie's pussy, hence the tears. Yeah, it had been quite a shock to her coming home and finding half the apartment suddenly empty. Well, it wasn't like a line ran down the middle with one side cluttered, the other empty. It was more like there was suddenly too much space between things and she was immediately reminded of the desert, how the cactus and scrub brush seemed simply spread too far apart. Far apart, she loved it when Angie spread her legs far apart for her. When she did that for Susan she would always crawl up between the thighs and just gaze at her pussy for the longest time. Well, she would gaze as long as Angie would let her, and many times it wouldn't last long, she'd get too self conscious and in spite of how beautiful Susan would say her pussy was, she would cover herself up, pull her legs together or turn out the light. Even though Susan tried to memorize the pussy in infinite detail, once it slipped from her sight, she felt a sudden void. She could only look for the reminders of her pussy as she looked at things around her. Picturing the incredible Georgia O'Keefe's paintings of flowers in a book Angie had, she studied the iris and would lose herself in the delicate folds, so like the ones between her girlfriend's legs. Yes, her girlfriend's pussy was an iris and she imagined she was a bee. Oh how she loved to sip her sweet nectar, slipping her tongue into the folds, pressing into her wet center. At times she actually would be disappointed after her girlfriend came several times and would announce to Susan it was her turn. She'd then have to move her face away from that incredible flower and let Angie go down on her. Susan would have tried to 69, but Angie complained it was far too distracting. Susan had to agree because the few times they tried it Susan would get annoyed as she tried to concentrate on Angie's pussy, while her lover did her at the same time. Sure it did feel good when Angie ate her, but she'd still long to nestle her face between her lover's soft lips. During the time they were together, Angie's pussy became an obsession for Susan and when Angie finally woke up one morning to find herself uncovered with Susan curled up between her legs just wistfully staring at her pussy she apparently had enough. She argued, "That's all I am to you, all I've ever been, just a gaping, wet cunt." "You know I don't like that word, it is far too vulgar. What is wrong with me admiring your beauty?" Susan replied. "My beauty? My beauty? You could be staring at any woman's pussy." "But I am not, it's yours, your pussy I want to see. It is so beautiful with the light pink folds hidden just beneath the darker outer lips. The way the hair gently curls above your clit, and how hard that tiny nub gets. Don't you see it's your pussy I love, only yours?" "Why can't you love these?" Angie screamed, grabbing and squeezing her ample breasts, "Or why not this?" she continued, running her hand up through her hair. "Or my face, my ass, my..." "I love all of those," Susan lied, reaching her hand out to gently clasp Angie's breast. She turned suddenly, tugging her breast away from Susan. "Why can't you love me, I'm here, I'm beautiful, but all you are interested in is my pussy. It's to hell with everything else, but I let you glimpse at, or even touch my pussy and you go nuts. Don't tell me any half-assed slut on the street can't drive you just as nuts just by showing you her pussy." Angie was right of course and now that she was gone Susan only missed her pussy. She'd forgotten her breasts, her hair, her face, her ass and even had trouble recalling her last name, but she missed her pussy. She missed it so much that she saw it wherever she went, whatever she did. That is why she'd cry at onions, and later she might notice how the pages of a book folded around a pencil. When that happened she'd stare at the folds, imagine her tongue slipping in between the way the pencil did and end up slipping her hands into her panties and stroking her clit. Right now though it was an onion and all she could do was cry, missing her girlfriend -- no, missing her pussy.