3 comments/ 33097 views/ 16 favorites A Pearl in the Snow Ch. 01 By: Stultus A Pearl in the Snow Ch. 01 ******** Once we neared Aikawa near dusk, conditions if at possible became even worse. The road was quickly becoming covered with ice and snow and the wind seemed to drive both nearly horizontally over the road, reducing the bus driver's view to mere feet. Most of the other passengers got off in Aikawa, to stay here for the duration of the storm. Shinju asked the driver if he thought he could reach my hotel, and giving the name of the small village nearby (not hers, but also close to it), the driver nodded his head saying "Hai" emphatically. Apparently an excellent Saki factory was very nearby (the island has at least seven famous ones, including the famous 'Alcohol Republic' town of Mano, further south) and he would love to put up his feet there for the storm. He would persevere! Off we went again, and at times I was sure that we were no longer actually driving on the road in the snowy darkness, and certainly no one else was out on the road that evening. He continued to drive slowly and with a visibility of only a few feet, and somehow he kept us out of the ditches (and out of the Sea of Japan) until we finally made it to our destination at last! Our most fortunate and skilled driver bid us farewell and drove back down the road to his awaiting (and well earned) liquid rewards, and Shinju went to get us rooms, and she returned a few minutes later saying that she got us one. I had asked her to check on rooms (plural) but either they were all taken (unlikely, as we seemed to be the only ones there) or else my kind young lady had other plans for the evening, because she returned bearing only that single room key. The room was small and had traditional floor mat beds and a central charcoal heater (dangerous things in a snow storm that can quickly cover over window air vents). We cracked a window open the least amount we dared to, keeping fresh air in (and hopefully CO poisoning out) but we were going to be cold, even with the heater. Shinju went to ask for additional blankets and checked on the availability of dinner, both of which were soon bestowed upon us with abundance. The dinner of fresh seafood was fabulous, the best I'd ever eaten, and we had several choices of cooked and raw sashimi fish and I was introduced to sushi for the first time and was soon eating it like a native. We also had a few warming drops of one of the local Saki's. It was good, but an acquired taste, and I determined to start acquiring it right away. Shinju would never let me pour my own cup and always insisted upon serving me at every available opportunity. I was becoming fonder of this very beautiful and seemingly very traditional woman with every moment, and it helped that few cups of the warming local brew was soon numbing the pained tightness in my knee down to a more tolerable throbbing dull roar. Our delightful meal done, we returned to our room and its warm blankets and snuggled up together close; fully dressed since it was too cold to even consider undressing even a bit. You could cut the sexual tension with a knife, and each of us seemed to be stuck for conversation topics. We kissed gently a few times while cuddling, and she allowed my hand to grasp and even cup one of her breasts, but somehow neither of us seemed willing to progress from there. I got the unsaid impression that she was amenable to doing nearly anything with me short of us actually having sex together. Something inside her seemed to be holding her back, reining in her very obvious desires. She was quite apparently very attracted to me, as I was to her, but something was preventing her from hitting the 'go' button. Stuck at a romantic impasse, and with my leg now starting to severely throb and stiffen due to the cold, I muttered that it was "too bad it was too late to go find those hot springs". She seized upon that thought at once, and declared her own interest in finding them, even in the middle of a snowstorm and the dead of night. So wrapping a single blanket around us the best we could, we got simple directions from the innkeeper (simplicity itself - just follow the stone steps around the back of the Inn and up the mountainside) and off we went. ************ After the first twenty steps or so, I was sure we had made a bad tactical decision. The wind was blowing a gale and the snow was getting deep enough that finding the next stone step to take was no longer a certainty. By the fiftieth step my bad leg was in active revolt and pretty much refused to participate any further and it locked up on me nearly entirely. At the one hundredth step, Shinju's teeth were chattering uncontrollably. Had I even suspected that there were about four hundred more steps to go, we both would have immediately quit and slid our way back to the comparative warmth of our room. How we made to the top at all I have no clue, but I suspect we were both starting to suffer from hypothermia and were no longer quite rational even by the mid-way point. Getting to the top, we found a nice old Torii gate and snow shrouded hedges that seemed to suggest two paths, one to an old run-down and rustic temple to the left and another that led straight ahead to an either large pond or small lake whose hot waters steamed in obvious invitation to us. We lurched to the waters and within moments I had stepped out of my shoes, socks and pants, setting them onto a nearby stone bench, and started to step into the hot water. It seemed boiling to me at first, compared with the frigidity of the arctic blizzard air around us, but it got nicer the more I moved into it, and by the time the waters reached my knees I was in heaven. Soon my jacket, sweater and shirt followed my other clothes on the bench and I was naked and up to my frosty nose in the hot soothing waters. Shinju continued to violently shiver outside in the cold, but when I turned to face her and beckoned her to join me, her indecision was gone and she flung off her own clothes as fast as her frozen hands would allow and soon she was once again in my arms, her shivers soon gone entirely. We just stood as deep in the water as we could while holding each others nude bodies tightly. I had taken a little bit of a look at her figure as she splashed in to join me, and I was much appreciative. She had the usual Asian smallish but very firm breasts, possibly a small B cup in size, with extremely dark and prominent nipples. Her hips were good and she had a mostly flat stomach with just a soft hint of feminine roundness. Her ass looked pert with well defined soft cheeks, and her pubic region was mostly smooth with just a hint of sparse hair on her mound. In the shrouded blizzard moonlight, she appeared to be the most beautiful and radiant creature I had ever seen. I would never be ashamed to admit to being her lover for all time, should she accept me. *********** We held each other without moving or speaking for some great length time, and perhaps around midnight or some early hour of the morning the wind seemed to lessen, as a small break in the storm seemed to occur. Now we could see fairly clearly all around us to the edges of the pond and the trees and small building nearby, including the temple further to our left. There seemed to be a 'glow' to everything with the snow reflecting all of the sparse moon and starlight around us, and we noticed to our dismay that we were not at all alone in the area. A priest, obviously from the nearby temple, was seated lost in mediation on a large stone at the far edge of the pond from where we were at. The rising steam from the hot water seemed to make him foggy and hard to distinguish. We quickly considered making our apologies for our after hours intrusion upon their property, let alone giving the appearance of nude cavorting on what must be holy waters for them, but the meditating priest appeared to bear us no attention whatsoever. We decided instead to leave the pond and hastily dress, and leave the priest to his mediations and return to our room quickly while the storm was abated. We broke from our hug and I gave her a last kiss on her lips and took her hand to make our first steps out of the water when something began to happen. Another figure, whom was equally foggy due to the rising steam, appeared next to the priest and began laughing at him and berating him. The priest's eyes opened briefly and he smiled and then shut them again resuming his devotions. This new figure, seemed to be much taller and was perhaps wearing some sort of hairy fur coat and leggings, and looked to be a sort of local 'wild man', perhaps living nearby on the mountain and apparently had a grudge against the priests of this temple. His laughter continued and he bent down regularly and seemed to throw whatever objects he could find at close hand at the kneeling praying priest, who continued to bear his attacker no mind at all. Sticks, snow covered leaves and rocks soon began to pelt the unresisting priest. I was enraged at this treatment of any holy man, especially one of such a pure pacifistic nature, and I could see Shinju's eyes darken with rage and disbelief as well at this maltreatment. We were now about waist deep in the water, and we could now reach some stones that we could feel under our feet. Without thinking or discussion we each reached for a rock and threw them at the wild man, but none seemed to hit or even bother him much, and he ignored us and continued to harass the priest, but never quite actually touching him physically with his hands. Shinju started to mutter a Buddhist or Shinto prayer while I reached down into the waters to find a good rock to nail that bastard with. Unseen, my hands seemed to find just that 'right' rock, and as I pried it out of the mud underneath with both hands I felt something bright and heavy fall into my hands. It had been apparently stuck on the underside of the rock and the water had released the mud adhering it. My chosen rock was hurled and seemed to hit the man right on his hairy matted head, but after a brief glare at me, paid me no further attention. In anger and desperation, I now threw that dirty glittering object I had just found at him as well. That also struck him hard and right on target as well, but it bounced off of him and landed right into the lap of the meditating priest. The priest's eyes opened, and when he looked upon the object in his lap he just smiled. The wild man's eyes now seemed filled with shock and horror and he began crying "Iie! Iie! (No! No!) and soon fled the poolside and disappeared wailing into the mountainside. This was very odd indeed. The priest continued to smile at the object I had indirectly thrown to him and for the first time, his eyes met ours. Smiling he stood up and walked around to the right side of the waters edge towards us. Shinju left the waters at once and naked in the cold winters air she ran to meet him and threw herself at the Priests feet, continuing to chant her prayer as she did. The priest seemed to not to notice or pay any heed to her naked condition and he blessed her, bidding her to arise. He then softly seem to speak with her for several minutes, during which time I decided that at least one of us ought to be dressed a bit more properly for him, and I started to try pull my pants on, but hadn't quite gotten finished yet when the Priest came to my side. He gave me also a brief blessing on my head, and then appearing to notice the severe trouble I had getting my left knee to bend enough to get my pants leg on, he knelt before me and placed both his hands onto my ailing knee and ever so softly recited a fairly long prayer. With a parting smile, he took Shinju's hand and placed it into mine and offered us a final last blessing together before he serenely turned and left us, heading towards the temple. Our temporary respite from the storm now seemed over, and the swirling snow laden winds began to pick up once more and we lost sight of the Priest at the doorway to the temple. ************* We took this as our immediate cue to hurry up and both get dressed as fast as possible, but before we had our jackets on all hell seemed to break loose. The temple bell began to bong repeatedly and lights soon came on inside the temple, and we decided that now was a very good time indeed to leave, but we hadn't made it quite to that first top step before a shouting voice told us to stop. Ok, now we were going to be in for it, scolded for our late night trespassing and skinny-dipping at the very least, but the elderly man that ran to our side had other immediate ideas. He insisted that we follow him into the small temple and ushered us into a small room that was at least somewhat warm, and offered us each Saki. When we had drunk, he showed us an object; it was the yellow glittery object that I had found under the rock in the water, and we (Shinju doing all of the talking) told him of the other priest we had met and his disagreeable enemy that we had driven off. This excited the old priest very much and he offered us more Saki before he ran off to gather his two junior priests and together they conferred at some great length. After chatting again with Shinju to confirm a point or two, they again held another lengthy conference. At length, the old priest returned and offered us a small bedroom at the temple for the night and a brazier was lit for us in the room to provide some heat. Despite the renewed force of the blizzard outside, we both felt quite warmed up inside from the heat of the waters, and we both stripped naked for bed. Shinju now showing no signs of reluctance whatsoever, took me immediately into her arms and began to now kiss me as lover would, and not as just a 'dear friend'. Soon before either of us was quite aware of what we were doing I was on top of her kissing her breasts and my rock hard cock was poised at the entrance to her love canal. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked her, but her only reply was to kiss me harder and to wrap her legs around my waist, pushing me inside her. Her cunt was small and delicate, with small vaginal lips and a prominent protruding round clit head that reminded me in the fire lit gloom of a small glistening pearl. My Shinju was indeed well named! She was extremely tight but apparently no virgin, and her experienced cunt muscles seemed to know just how to grasp and wrap around my cock so tightly that even well lubricated as she seemed to be, it was difficult to thrust in and out of her at first. We began to fuck in earnest but softly and quietly, neither of us wanted to disturb any of the priests, and I wasn't at all certain that it was at all good etiquette to be fucking inside a holy temple. Her cries of increasing joy and pleasure were soft, but very welcome to my ears, and our slow and very gentle lovemaking began to gradually increase, but never quite to the level of a lusty romp. She soon appeared as if she was close to reaching an orgasm just from the gentle friction of our gentle coupling alone and as it began her eyes looked into mine and begged me to cum with her, she wanted to feel my ejaculation inside her as she felt her own orgasm. This I accomplished with a few accelerated strokes that planted my sperm as deeply inside her as I could shoot it. Resting in each others arms, we continued to kiss and I asked her what the priest we had met in the waters had said to her. She smiled but declined to answer, saying that it was "very personal", but she did hint that he had inferred to her that she would 'never know a single days unhappiness if she accepted her fate always willingly', which apparently also included accepting me as her lover. I wisely decided to let my woman keep her secrets, and I would keep her instead. ********* We dozed for a bit, but never quite managed to get any actual sleep, and just as daylight started to fill the room, my lover decided that before dressing for the day she would enjoy her first taste of me. Specifically, she inhaled my cock into her mouth and soon began to softly suck it with a talent that amazed me. She was certainly no stranger to cock sucking, and her tongue did a hundred little things that drove me nearly wild with pleasure that could not possibly have been learned from just a few simple love experiences. Soon I could withhold it no longer and I exploded my cum into her questing talented mouth, and looking me directly in the eyes she swallowed every drop and then licked me spotlessly clean. That led to me grabbing her cute little ass and pulling her twat over my mouth and began to give her little pearl a good proper tongue bath of its own. Her clit was apparently extremely sensitive as well as being good sized, and nearly immediately after I took her clit in my mouth she began a series of tiny small orgasms that began to build up to the extent that only my re-hardened cock in her mouth was preventing her from screaming quite loudly. I'm sure she was making a good deal of noise that could be clearly heard into the main temple room, because at length there was a loud throat clearing and a knock on the thin paper covered door of our room. The young priest gave us a full minute to get covered up before the door opened and he invited us to breakfast, and we needed nearly every second of it, otherwise he would have had an excellent view of my lover fully deep throating my entire cock and gulping down another load of my cum. Breakfast was cold fish and rice, but they were used to it and I was much too polite (and hungry) to balk. Afterwards, the elder priest (he was technically really the Head Priest for this temple but the practical difference was rather slight), sat down with us and told us a long and unusual story; the barest details of which were as follows. ******** Sometime in the mid-seventeenth century, just after the Sado gold mines near Aikawa had been discovered, a young Shinto priest named Hiraku felt the calling to travel the "Path of a Thousand Shrines" to determine which one was to become his home for life. He traveled across Japan for many years without finding his 'home', and one winter's day discovered these very hot springs and knew in his heart that here was where he was meant to built his small temple and reside for this remainder of his life. But to hire the wood workers and stone carvers necessary would take money that he did not have. He traveled the villages of the island but found no wealthy benefactors, and at length came before the Imperial Supervisor of the Mine and asked if he could labor within the mine and keeping only a small percentage of what he gathered as his payment. The Supervisor was a very pious man and did not much like the idea of a holy man laboring next to chained prisoners of the Emperor, but assented to the request and allowed the Priest to join the miners. In a year he had gathered just enough gold to pay his workman to construct the Temple, with a tiny amount left over to provide for his minimal needs. The last nail had yet to be driven in the new temple when a most fierce stranger appeared and demanded to know what the Priest was doing at "his" hot springs. The stranger was in fact an Oni, a powerful demonic spirit of the area that would be impossible to drive off unless placated. His demands were quite straightforward, he demanded one hundred gold Koban bars (a square coin of about an ounce each) of the new gold or he would destroy the temple. Hiraku bowed his head and agreed but asked for ten years in which to gather the payment. He returned to the gold mine and labored without rest for those ten years until he had the last coin stamped and marked for his payment. Upon his return, exactly ten years to the day since his departure, Hiraku offered his payment to the Oni, completing his bargain. Seeing that Hiraku had somehow against all odds managed this impossible payment, the Oni became increasing angry with every coin he was given. He had insisted that the coins be counted out to him one at a time, and his rage became greater with each coin that was given to him. As the last gold coins were being placed into his hand the Oni, in a furious rage, tossed them all into the hot waters of the pond. A Pearl in the Snow Ch. 01 The holy priest dove into the lake and found all of the coins except for one, the coin stamped #9. As the sun set the Oni cackled with glee, he could keep the ninety-nine coins for himself and still eject the Priest and destroy his Temple as his final payment had been incomplete. Hiraku disagreed; each of the one hundred coins had indeed touched the Oni's hand before he had 'voluntarily discarded them'. The bargain was indeed completed in full. The Oni was howling mad at this, but could see no escape from that trap of logic. The temple was safe and the waters and grounds were no longer his, and he could no longer harm or threaten the Priest on his own holy ground, but he could manage one last inconvenience. Until the very last coin was returned to him, he swore that he would haunt the Temple with mischief and they would enjoy no good fortune from that day onwards. With a laugh, the Oni disappeared. Hiraku's health was no longer hale and hearty after his long years of hard labor in the mine, and he entreated his young followers to search for the missing coin, but it was never to be found. Resigned, Hiraku spent his remaining years meditating by the pond and shortly before his death he imparted to his followers upon his deathbed to never again search for the coin, as a water spirit had told him that someday it would reappear and "fall right into their lap without their effort". These teachings passed through to their succeeding generations of young priests until they seemed as but myth and legend, but true to the Oni's word, the temple had never prospered or enjoyed 'good luck'. Until this very morning, when that long missing #9 coin was found. The Head Priest then returned that coin to me, as I had been its lucky finder. It was rectangular and covered on both sides with Shinto symbols and stamped with the #9 symbol at the top, next to a small round hole that was used to thread money on strings in those days. It wasn't too heavy, being about an ounce or so, and the Head Priest suggested to me that it would make an excellent necklace to wear and it would almost certainly bring me nothing but exceptional good luck for the future. Of the priest we had seen last night? He was certainly not one of the three priests who lived at this temple, nor was any 'wild man' or local resident angry with anyone at the temple. The alternate explanation was obvious and unspoken. We had seen Hiraku's ghost and when I had thrown the coin it bounced off of the Oni, falling through his startled fingers, thus he had once again rejected his final payment and it had, as predicted, fallen right into the lap of the holy man. Foiled forever, the Oni was now stripped of all of his power over the Temple. He and his curse were now banished from these grounds forever. The Head Priest was most grateful to us, and we were entreated to forever accept this temple and its grounds as if it were our own home, and we were to be always to be welcomed with open arms there. Yes, that most certainly included any future late night (or daytime) bathing we might desire. This was heady stuff, and it took the two of us quite some length of time to understand and fully accept what had happened. A Pearl in the Snow Ch. 02 We enjoyed another long late morning bath in the steaming waters of the pond, which included a subtle and non-conspicuous copulation with me standing up to her neck in the water with her arms and legs wrapped around me. The trip later down the stairs hardly taxed me at all, and my knee was still feeling pretty good when we got back into our room just before another wave of the snow storm hit. We enjoyed a fine luncheon and had a peaceful afternoon nap in our not quite so cold room, snuggled nude against each other until dinner time. Still tired we decided skipped another late night climb in the howling wind and snow to enjoy the warm comforts of each others bodies under the blankets. Shinju wasted no time in taking me once again deeply into her mouth and throat and by the time I emptied my first load of the evening into her exceptional mouth I was starting to assemble a few of the more cryptic comments she had made earlier into a better understanding of my beloved's prior sexual history, which she clearly had little or no intention of sharing with me at this time. My 'Pearl' loved keeping her secrets! Nicely warmed up for the main event, we could now indulge ourselves and be a bit more energetic and noisy than we were able to this morning at the Temple. Soon she was on all fours and I was thrusting as hard and fast as I could, ramming my cock into her ever so tight cunt from behind as she rubbed her sensitive clit from underneath and cried out her pleasure. I was about to join her and blast my load of cum deep into her when she suddenly stopped and asked me to pull out and enter her ass. I was well lubricated, but I asked her if she wanted me to push in slowly. "No!" she said firmly. She wanted to feel me deep inside her right away and fill her "Baita Ketsu". I obliged, and she seemed in ecstasy. She became much more vocal and shouted her delight in both Japanese and some English, and I began to hear several words repeated that I filed away for future reference, particularly "Baita" and "Yariman". When I at long last took my relief and filled her ass with my load, she was a happy as a tigress that had just eaten a big steak dinner. We held each other close and kissed passionately and deeply, and all she would say of any consequence for some time was "Now I have given everything of myself that I have to offer to you, which you have accepted. We are now one you and I, soul lovers, never again to be parted in spirit or in soul until our final days or until the last star has fallen from the sky". We kissed again and did not separate our lips or tongues for a very long time, and she was still gently kissing the hairs on my chest when I at last fell asleep with her still in my arms. *********** The next morning after a much more enjoyable hot breakfast that was far superior to cold fish, it was decided that she needed to finish her business at her family village and I could come along with her if I really wished to. She was actually not particularly happy about that particular part, and seemed to think I might not particularly enjoy meeting all of her distant relatives (she had no immediate family alive apparently). I tried to pay up our hotel bill but the elderly owners would hear nothing of it and tore it up in front of me. "I had done an invaluable service to the temple!" They said to my Pearl, and we were both 'always to be welcomed back as family'. Ok, then... I was starting to get the picture. We bowed a lot to each other and we waited to catch the island bus that was now back to pretty much normal operating hours now that the storm was over, and it was expected to arrive here next at about 2:30 p.m.. The driver was not our friend from the earlier night, but seemed pleasant enough (and accepted my fare) and we enjoyed the brief trip that took just about forty minutes driving slowly and carefully on the icy roads. If I had expected any kind of a hero's welcome at her village, which I hadn't, it would have been a big letdown. No one at first seemed especially interested or excited at our arrival, but I soon started to receive a good number of fairly suspicious looks from practically everyone, who seemed to resent that Shinju was holding my hand just as tightly as she could without breaking any bones. It being winter, and bad weather besides, nearly all of the fishing boats had been pulled up onto the rocky shore and a goodly number of surly looking young men were sort of doing some kind of maintenance work. From the looks of them, most would much rather have been at the village pub having a beer or nicely warmed local Saki. For that matter, so would I. Shinju said she needed to conduct a little business with 'Great Uncle' first, but it should only take a few minutes. I got the impression this business involved some sort of regular payment that she was required to make. I was pointed in the direction of a non-descript house that was the local watering hole and I told her that I would wait for her there. Everywhere in the world apparently the outside of a bar looks recognizable, even to strangers as a bar. But not so in Japan, often there will be no recognizable signs or neon's of any kind and only the locals know what that that building is used for. My money was good at this bar, but just barely, and I think I got shortchanged for my Kirin beer that I spent the next hour nursing in a corner. I was the immediate subject of considerable, but not particularly friendly, interest. I gave up after one attempt at conversation, not that I had much conversational Japanese and they apparently had even less English. More and more men started to come into the bar and started to nurse drinks of their own, talking quietly, undoubtedly about me. A couple of younger men seemed quite animated about something and gestured frequently in my direction, but they were verbally restrained by several older men, including the bartender who seemed to have quite a bit of status in the village. When he barked at a particularly loud and obnoxious young fellow to "Demare" (Shut up), he actually did... for a minute or two. After finishing his drink the angry young fellow started to leave the bar, but not before giving me a loud piece of his mind. His insults to me included two words, "Baita" and "Yariman" that I had heard used before, and I was now quite clearly getting some context for what sort of words those really were. Things seemed to be percolating nicely towards some kind of confrontation when at long last Shinju came in and rescued me. There wasn't anyone of them that I couldn't have handled one-on-one, but it undoubtedly wouldn't have happened that way, and I didn't like the way all of those hard-eyed fisherman kept their hands on their large belt knives. If she hadn't come when she had, they would have probably soon started to gut me as their next catch of the day. From the look on her face as we hastened but not quite ran, to the returning bus stop for the south bound island bus, I guessed that her own meeting with her 'Great Uncle' had probably gone about as well as my own attempt at conversation in the tavern. Things were 'ok for now', but she wouldn't explain exactly just what that meant. We had not quite entirely escaped however, and soon a crowd of about twenty young men seemed to be gathering with intent to come over to us and pay an unfriendly visit. But just when I started to see the first belt knife come out to be readied for use our bus arrived (either an hour early, or quite a bit late behind schedule), we didn't care. That little piece of luck might have saved our lives. ************ Shinju said nearly nothing the entire trip back to Ryotsu, but held me close to her. At times she seemed quite near tears. Nothing I said could draw even a word of two of explanation from her. It wasn't until the last half hour of the long 35km return boat trip back to Niigata that I forced her to look at me as I kissed her and started to use my limited stock of available verbal weapons to force the stalemate to an end. "First of all, I need to know and know now, what do the words 'Baita' and 'Yariman' exactly mean in reference to you?" I gently but firmly demanded, refusing to let her eyes lose their lock on mine. Unable to avoid my gaze, she stammered and then lowered her eyes in total defeat. "They mean exactly what I am to them, a slut and whore who has done literally 'ten-thousand men' she said, and added "I am unworthy to be your soulmate." She sat down on the chair and wept in despair, believing that she had lost me forever, but a few choking and crying words at a time I managed to extract from her the story of her previous life. ******* Their small remote island village was especially traditional and had a long history going far into the past of smuggling and many other less than legal occupations. Women were very subservient to the demands of the Headsmen of the Clan, the 'Great Uncle', and it had long been traditional and expected that young women of low clan status learn at an early age the erotic skills of the female members of Clan, specifically engaging in prostitution in the nearby larger towns and cities of the mainland to earn coin for their families. The men folk engaged in their traditional arts of fishing, smuggling and providing muscle for more powerful criminal clans. Her grandmother had become impregnated while working the docks of Yokohama after WW-II, the father being most likely an American sailor. Her own mother had worked in a bordello near the docks of Tokyo and had raised her daughter (whom as I suspected was indeed a quarter Western in blood) into the family profession from a much too early age. Shinju discovered early that she had a gift for languages and learned as much as she could even as a girl from the sailors and merchantmen who patronized her mother, and later herself. Somehow, and against all odds, she had managed to finish High School and gain a short two-year teaching certificate while still holding down her family 'night job'. Her certificate in hand, she petitioned her clan elders to release her from her life of prostitution and allow her to earn her living as a teacher, but still sending most of her salary home. This alternative was reluctantly accepted, but was viewed with much suspicion by the more conservative and traditional members who wished no changes in the customary family enterprises. At least every three months for the couple of years she had returned and given over most of her salary, leaving only a pittance for her to live on and share a small tiny flat with three other poor teachers. Upon each visit the 'reluctance' was greater to allow her the continued freedom she had enjoyed, and she greatly feared that soon she would be forced to 'resume her mother's occupation'. I was livid, and angered beyond words, and as the ferryboat docked back in Niigata, I picked her up off of her feet and carried her across the walkway to the dock and upon solid ground. "You're no longer in their village or even on their island, now you're on mine and you belong to me, and I will keep and protect you the best I can, and let's hope to God that will be enough!" I sincerely told her. She kissed me nearly a thousand times and we left hand in hand to go and collect her few belongings from her flat. For the next few weeks at least, she would be living with me at my hotel. She could continue to work her teaching job and she made arrangements to once again stay with some teacher friends for the month that I was to be on Okinawa with the ball club. Anticipating that dreaded return to the States after the end of Spring Training, we started to make arrangements for getting Shinju a Passport and Visa so she could return with me to the US. Luckily, she never ended up needing to use it, but we were prepared for the worst. *********** We spent a torrid last night together filled with lovemaking and precious little sleep, and I dreamed the pleasant dreams of planned future delicious naughtiness all the way on the short airline flight to Naha Airport, Okinawa. Before I knew it Spring Training was underway, and I seemed to be completely ready for it! My bad knee hadn't complained in protest to me in weeks, but now the real test was about to begin! ******* The first day was taken up by medical exams, and this time when the doctors MRI'd my knee they now grinned with happiness. The swelling and inflammation seemed to be entirely gone for now and I was cleared for unlimited practice. Oh how we practiced! From early morning until almost too dark to see, of endless batting practice, running and fielding drills. I was resolved to maintain my earlier game attitude of demonstrating my 'Wa" at every opportunity. I tried to be the first on to the playing field and the last one to leave, and when other players (especially my other two gaijin sukett) started to falter from fatigue, I redoubled my own efforts. Each day I crawled into my small bedroom exhausted and figured that 'this was it', that the next day my bad knee wouldn't possibly hold up to any more... but it always did. It twinged occasionally, but not any more than my other 'good' knee was now doing. I was hitting very well and with confidence, and seemed to be improving every day defensively as well. Getting hit five hundred or more ground balls every day to field will certainly tend to sharpen your skills. I survived until the final day of Spring Training, when most of the others fringe players had been sent onwards to their Minor League team assignment. Most JPB teams only have one Minor League" team, unlike most MLB teams that have at least six and sometimes as many as ten, but my team was very new and avidly trying to develop new talent and had three sponsored developmental teams. Only the famous and wealthy Yomuri Giants and Hashin Tigers could afford to have this many. My fate was still undecided, but again it appeared that my new manager was firmly on my side. I was allowed to fly with the team, back to Niigata where my situation would be 'resolved by upper management'. By that they meant the team's owner, the already legendary and notoriously eccentric billionaire Hotaka Sato had wanted to speak personally to me. ************ I had heard a few stories about him from the team veterans, and many of the tales were wildly improbable. First and most importantly, he was a rabid baseball fan since boyhood. He attended every home game in person (in his special box invariably filled with the cream of Japanese society as guests), and often awoke early in the morning to also watch American MLB games on the satellite. Secondly, Sato was a self made man who had little reverence for tradition or normal authority figures. He had never attended college and had inherited a small local chain of six small supermarkets from his father. He then turned all conventional wisdom upside down and by disregarding the advice of all of his late father's advisors, managed within five years to grow the chain into twenty large 'western style' mega-marts, where everything from food to dishware or clothing could be purchased all under one roof. Sam Walton would have been very proud of Mr. Sato had they ever met. When the local TV advertising costs became too expensive, he bought the local TV station, and then he acquired the small regional northern media network chain that it belonged to. Later he even bought out his main competitor so that his new combined network of television stations handled virtually all of northern Japan. By happenstance, upon buying out another smaller but growing southern rival, he discovered that he now also owned a movie and television production studio, along with a record company, and his multimedia business now got into full swing. All of his growth and acquisitions were always paid for in cash, never by any bank loans. When other competitors fell into debt, Sato only reaped more profit. He literally now couldn't spend any of his billions fast enough, and when the opportunity came to buy a NPB team and enter into the elite group of sixteen professional teams of Japanese baseball, he couldn't write that check fast enough. Nearly every other professional sports stadium in Japan was city owned, and the teams paid huge rental fees for their use, but Sato instead bought some rundown warehouse areas on the waterfront of Niigata cheap, and paid for the construction of the newest and most modern sports stadium in all of Japan. Naturally, it included one of his gigantic mega-malls attached onto the stadium so happy baseball fans could do their shopping on the way home after the game. The man was a genius... and as mercurial as the New York Yankees owner George Steinbrenner, but undoubtedly much richer too. Everyone called him "the Chief", even to his face, but I just bowed a lot and called him 'Sir'. My interview with him went well and he spoke excellent almost unaccented English. He said had heard nothing but good things about my attitude and enthusiasm for the game, and it appeared that he considered my skills to be top notch too. He offered me a one year contract; with a club option for a second year at a salary sum that was at least double anything I would have dared to request on my own. The club would also provide me with an interpreter while on club business and a nice large western style flat (maintained at their expense). We shook hands before departing and I managed one of my better bows to a far superior, before he remarked to me with a wink and a smile that I had two days of rest before Opening Day and not to let my 'very pretty young girlfriend wear me out too much'. This was my first clue that the Chief had a top notch intelligence and spying operation and he always knew everything that was happening in every part of his organization. ********** She nearly did wear me out those two days before the season started. She certainly gave it her very best try, but fortunately I had a months worth of saved up semen for her to ingest and take internally every place it was possible to put it. After four ejaculations in the first two hours after my arrival back home I had to beg a little rest before we again got started quite early again the next morning. Now that she was 'in love', her pearl of a clit seemed to be even more hypersensitive than ever before. Soon she couldn't comfortably wear jeans or even most slacks anymore and invariably now wore dresses and skirts (usually delightfully short) for me and seldom wore panties when I was home. She had had no problems with her family during the month I was gone, and we collected her things for the last time from her roommate's flat. After packing my own two bags, we set off to inspect our new flat that the club had provided me. It wasn't all that huge by US standards, but by Japanese smaller housing standards it might as well have been a mansion. A nice large king-sized bed was our first major attraction, and I'm afraid that the rest of the household inspection was lengthily postponed while the new lady of the house instantly shucked off her clothes and planted her bare butt right into the center of the bed, spread her legs and demanded that our new bed be 'properly blessed'. We kept at it for a couple of hours until the wet spot in the center of the bed was large enough to suit her, and then only then did she consent to inspect the rest of the place. The kitchen was western style and well featured and suited to entertaining, but the bathroom was the real prize, and featured a Jacuzzi big enough for at least four people, as well as a proper shower stall large enough to handle a little fooling around in. Our new home life showed auspicious signs of becoming quite enjoyable! A Pearl in the Snow Ch. 02 ********** For my uniform number I deliberately choice #9, matching the gold Koban coin that I now always wore around my neck. The numbers 4 & 9 are considered especially "unlucky" in Japan. Nine is pronounced 'ku' which has the same pronunciation as the words 'agony or torture'. I felt with my bad knee I knew all about agony and torture, and would not let any of my teammates deter me from my 'unlucky choice'. For me, this number was now one of very good fortune indeed! The baseball season also began quite auspiciously also, we were still a young team with next to no established talent or star players, but we played scrappy and fought for every run and stayed right near the top on the standings long after we had been expected to drop down to mediocrity. This was the third year we had been in the league; the first two years each they had finishing in last place, as expected and was anticipated for us to do so again this year. By the All Star break we were finally starting to fade, we had played on emotion for as long as we could but our relative lack of talent was beginning to tell. I was batting well over .300 and was one of our team representatives for the All Star Game in Tokyo (I went 3-4 with a home run and made a game saving defensive play at third that probably preserved the win for my Pacific League). Within weeks, my name was regularly in the sports newspapers and TV baseball highlight shows. Suddenly, I was a gaijin of considerable interest, and no longer just a little fish swimming in my own little remote northern pond. 'The Chief', Mr. Sato, caught on to this trend nearly at once and before I knew what was happening, after nearly every game there was a company car waiting to take me to one of his TV studios so that I could appear almost nightly on a never ending variety of late night television talk shows. Some sports related, but an increasing number were gossip and celebrity focused. Suddenly I began to feel concern for Shinju's privacy, but that was already now far too late as one of the very first celebrity chat shows I appeared on featured nice large crisp photos of Shinju and I walking together places hand in hand and looking obviously deliriously in love with each other. "No." I admitted. "We did not yet have plans to marry, my first and only concern at this time was for the success of my ball club and to redouble my own efforts in support of my teammates to regain the lead in our Division". And so on. I knew exactly how to play the role of the enthusiastic but humble gaijin, careful always to place the team before myself. They lapped this up like tentacle monster going after some Japanese schoolgirl. I was apparently handsome, articulate and not at all a 'typical selfish gaijin sukett'. Seemingly overnight I found I had fan clubs full of love struck teenagers and women old enough to be my mother. Both groups of women often sent me nude photographs of themselves and suggested various means by which they would like to provide me with comfort. Shinju laughingly took all of this in stride, but this new media game started to become much more serious towards the end of the season, when I received instructions just before the start of a long road trip to the Tokyo area (there are five NPB teams in that area alone) that I was to report directly to the Chief for some last minute instructions. These instructions threatened to upset entirely my entire happy and very comfortable home life. In short, while I was in Tokyo, I was instructed to present myself to a certain delicious young actress and become her very visible escort for a number of high profile social engagements. The young lady in question, a Miss Misaki, was a fast rising star of television and movies, and she had also recently recorded a record of pop songs. She was naturally under contract to Sato for all of those things, and he saw this as a way of increasing the popularity even further of two of his most photogenic assets. I explained as politely as I could that I was very much in love with the excellent woman I had been living with all season, and hoped that she would not feel the shame of her lover being seen in public in the arms of another understandably beautiful woman. Sato was not moved. "Just be seen and photographed with her in your arms, you don't have to invite the photographers into her bedroom, unless you both really want to!" He said with another wink, but signaled that the matter was indeed closed to further debate or discussion. I only had a few minutes before I was to catch the team bus to go the train station for the trip to Tokyo, but I called Shinju to report the 'bad news' so she could hear it from my own mouth first before someone else could show her photos causing her to imagine the worst. She took the matter far more calmly that I had. "Please your boss first; do exactly what he asks you to do and don't worry about me. I will be home for you when you return and you can tell me all the silly details then. Make him happy and do what it takes to make and keep her happy if 'needs must'. It won't be the first time that one of us has had to do something we disliked in order to please those above us, and it probably still won't be the last. Go now, and know that I will always love you and there is no way that you can possibly ever disappoint me, or ever fall from my eternal affection turning it into displeasure. I remain yours always and forever. I love you." With that she hung up before I could utter another word. I didn't deserve that woman! *********** The Tokyo trip went both better than I feared and worse than I hoped. For the next week, Miss Misaki, a very attractive and intelligent young lady, was my constant companion and it was no great hardship for me to spend our late evenings together being seen at the most fashionable clubs and exclusive restaurants (all at Sato's considerable expense). She was a tad self-absorbed, but that was probably natural for her young age (twenty-four) and a result of her recent and rapid rise to stardom. She was on a popular samurai era historical soap opera that had millions of weekly viewers, and both her last movie and her first record had done well. She probably hadn't heard the word 'No' in quite awhile, and was quite a taken back when she found she couldn't quite wrap me around her little fingers. I avoided the clutches of her bed, but not by much... it was a near thing. If she hadn't told the gossip press waiting outside the club we visiting that she was 'dragging me home so I could give her a bit of western pony ride' and then admitting as much to me in the limo what she had said, I might have let her get away with it. My dislike of being manipulated overcame my ardor, and I angrily got out of the car at the next light and caught a cab back to the hotel. This of course didn't stop the tabloid press from reporting that we had indeed spent the night together with some reporters even calling Shinju at home hoping to get her 'tearful reaction' to my betrayal. She understood the game and played it well and was quoted as saying the "Busu (ugly cow) might be occasionally borrowing her man, as she couldn't find or keep any decent ones of her own, but that I would always be returning home to her, his soul mate, where I could receive "proper care and attention." The media adored this sort of romantic rivalry and the whole thing spiraled way out of control faster than anyone could have predicted. By the end of the season, two camps of popular opinion had arisen. Rural women stuck firmly behind 'their' candidate, Shinju (who was after all a girl from a small village) vs the 'big city hussy' Misaki, the teen idol of millions, who had wealth and fame and all of the sparkle that the big city lights of Tokyo could bestow on her. I kept smiling for the cameras, but I wasn't nearly as amused as I appeared to be. ************* When the season ended (we finished in fifth place out of the eight teams in our League), I hoped that the matter would start to die out for awhile, at least until next spring, but no -- if anything my list of scheduled TV appearances and 'dates' with Misaki only continued to increase. Worse, some enterprising reporters were starting now to do a thorough background check on Shinju, and some unhappy hints about her prior life before she began school teaching were starting to be whispered. It was only a matter of time before the whole story broke wide open that the live-in girlfriend of one of Japan's most popular baseball players had been a notorious teenaged prostitute - honor High School student by day and star fellatrix by night. Every Japanese male's top fantasy. I was at a lost as to what to do to forestall this catastrophe when fortune again smiled on me. ******* Two surly young men that I well remembered from Shinju's village came to our door one early afternoon, but when they asked to speak to 'the whore I was living with', I snapped and spent a very satisfying five minutes completely beating and kicking the utter shit out of them. At length I delivered them into the hands of the doorman downstairs with instructions that neither they, nor their friends were to be admitted unless they demonstrated considerably better behavior and politeness to a 'fine lady of quality'. Our doorman, a former professional wrestler, was quite up to the challenge and picked up where I had left off kicking their asses out of the building and onto the street. They returned the next day with an older gentleman (not 'Great Uncle'), but still an elder of the Clan. He made his two miscreants formally apologize to myself and Shinju for their previous rudeness, and then he asked to be admitted to our home for 'discussions of a delicate nature'. The only thing delicate about what followed was Shinju's gentle restraint of me from also kicking this new fellow's ass all the way back down to the harbor ferry terminal. The long and short of things was that 'Great Uncle' was disappointed at not receiving his regular payments from Shinju, especially now that there were certain other financial 'opportunities' available to them, but the clan would much prefer not to speak of the background of family members to outsiders. This was blackmail pure and simple, but also this suggested a means of getting them entirely off of her back forever. At Shinju's request, I did make one firm pre-condition to any deal. Shinju was to have inherited some jewelry that had been passed down through the female line, mother to daughter for a great many generations. She wanted those items quite badly, particularly two pieces that she knew had been her grandmothers; a pearl necklace and a long hairpin with a pearl end piece. "Locating these items would be very difficult and of uncertain success." We were told, but this answer was not acceptable to me. I held firm that return of at least those two items was essential to any further agreements that we might later make, and would demonstrate trust between us. We agreed to carefully consider 'Great Uncles' position, and made an appointment to meet with him at a certain restaurant in Ryotsu in three days, which we did. Shinju received a long mother of pearl inlaid box that did contain most of her mother's family jewelry, included the two pieces that were most important to her. A few minor pieces from the collection were deemed 'lost and unable to be found', but those items were not especially valuable or of sentimental important to her, and she signaled her acceptance and satisfaction. The pearl necklace and the pearl hair pin became immediately permanent parts of her daily wardrobe from that day onwards. I learned later than each of these pearls had been personally collected by a great-grandmother who had been a pearl diver in her youth. This explained the extreme sentimental value she had for the items. We wheedled over small points of concern for several hours and several pots of Saki, and eventually I grudgingly handed over a gym bag containing an improbable amount of yen. Much less than he had originally wanted to receive, but way more than I had wanted at first to pay. The actual total amount was actually unimportant to me, and I would have willing paid any amount to get Shinju "free". This sum was still less than the bonus check Sato had given me at season's end for all of my extra hard 'after-hours' work. With this payment we covered Shinju's 'debts' and all past, present and likely future earnings due to the Clan. She was now truly free at last. We formally grasped hands in agreement, and I more or less became a de-facto 'member of the family'. We never became close like real family ought to have been, but at least now we were properly welcomed if we visited her village and both of us were now treated with respect. The belt knives stayed put away, and for good, and the words "Baita" and "Yariman" were never again uttered within my hearing. We did not visit often, but I later assisted 'Great Uncle' in purchasing five new modern fishing boats and regularly receive some tiny token profits from this family investment. *********** Almost instantly, the increasing media hints about my beloved's 'unsavory past' began to dry up, and eventually the story died cold -- the truth untold. One journalist who had covered part of the story later became friendly with me and told me a few years later that they had gotten 'very close' and guessed much of the real story, but could never get anyone 'on the record' to confirm it. Libel laws are very strict in Japan and they were scared of what Sato might do to their careers unless they could present 'unassailable evidence', which they never could. We agreed that it was much for the best anyway, and we drank to each other good health -- and journalistic success at someone else's expense! A Pearl in the Snow Ch. 03 The Misaki situation, on the other hand, never seemed to reach a proper conclusion. Polls in the tabloid press were still nearly dead even for which woman I should marry, and I was seen (much as our raccoon-badger mascot) as the male personification of romance and sex appeal. Misaki and I continued to go on frequent dates together, but still I withheld myself from her bed while she claimed publicly I was in fact a frequent visitor to it. Soon she was even being seen in Niigata with me, right under the very nose of Shinju. At this point my beloved decided it was time to teach her love rival a good lesson. She obviously had formulated some sort of plan, but being her usual secretive self, kept it well hidden from me. Instead, as she instructed me, I was to invite Miss Misaki for a candlelit romantic dinner at our very home, where Shinju herself would serve us and attend to our every need. I was to do everything that Misaki instructed to me to! The evening of our big romantic date seemed auspicious, it was fairly warm for it being still early winter, and the evening sunset was especially colorful and brilliant. Quite a few photographers were on-hand to catch Misaki's triumphant arrival. Her romantic rival had utterly admitted defeat! She announced. The prize was hers alone! She cackled with delight at her impending conquest. Shinju was wearing a very traditional kimono and greeted her guest at the door with many abject bows. She attended to the every need of Misaki, no matter how petty and appeared pathetically eager to serve her new mistress. The dinner went smoothly, with Shinju kneeling by Misaki's side ready to rise to fetch the slightest needed object and ensured that the wine glasses were kept full and everyone's wants and wishes fully attended to. Misaki's triumph could barely be maintained, and no sooner was dinner over and the dishes cleared when she demanded to be shown to the bedroom. She even insisted that Shinju give her the complete tour of the room and to help her select an appropriate piece of nightwear for the evening. My Pearl without hesitation opened up her lingerie drawers and displayed a sampling of her most exotic silk nightwear for Misaki to choose from and then assisted "her lady" into the chosen very revealing outfit (they were of very similar size so Shinju's clothes fit her well) and then knelt again at Misaki's side to brushed her hair for her (which was nearly as long as Shinju's) until her appearance was deemed perfect for her lover. When Misaki opened the bedroom door and bid me to join her, I nearly gasped at how beautiful her body was. Her lingerie outfit left nearly nothing to the imagination and the full shape of her breasts, nipples and even cunt lips was readily apparent. I came forward, as ordered and gave Misaki our first romantic kiss. It was a very good kiss, not as good as Shinju's of course but still an entirely acceptable one. My Pearl remained kneeling on the floor next to the bed, her head still hanging downwards in supplication. Still I got the feeling that she was very much up to something. Misaki separated from my grasp, and giggling a little climbed onto the bed and laid down with all of her considerable charms exposed to me. With a smile, she directed her 'ladies maid' to start undressing and to 'prepare him for some proper lovemaking'. Shinju moved over to me and still kneeling began removing my socks and then my pants, while I removed my shirt. As she took me into her mouth to prepare me for her mistress I heard her whisper to me, "Fuck her good, but don't let her cum. I'll take care of the rest!" When Shinju had sucked me nice and hard, Misaki beckoned me to come and join her on the bed, her fingers already wet from her caresses of her moistening cunt as she watched her rival prepare my cock for her own personal use. I got onto the bed next to her and soon had her breasts in my hands and mouth as she cooed with delight. She instructed her servant to 'remove her panties and place me into her', which Shinju did at once without complaint, and with a swift motion I was fully inserted inside of her and we began to fuck, loudly and with considerable enthusiasm that was not entirely manufactured on my behalf. She was an enjoyable fuck who was clearly enjoying herself and did sincerely wish to create for me an equal amount of pleasure. It was a shame that such an otherwise beautiful and delightful woman was in desperate need of a little attitude adjustment. I didn't know quite what my Pearl had in mind for her, but I was sure it was going to be memorable. It was hard not to cum myself inside of her and I tried to think about nothing else except baseball to keep my own passions under control. Misaki came close to coming once, but I slowed down and shifted positions a few times and kept the mood going. I repeated fucked her faster and then slower, sometimes nearly stopping altogether. Misaki began in almost pleading voice to be allowed to cum. Finally Shinju hissed to my ear, "Now, fill the slut's cunt full of your cum!" That was music to my ears and as Misaki arched her back in preparation for yet another orgasm that wouldn't quite come, I cried out and filled Misaki's cunt to overflowing with my own overdue ejaculation, and it was a big one. I noticed now that Shinju was also nude. She had taken off her robe and taken the two soft silk belts that wrapped around it and was first fastening Misaki's hands behind her unresisting back and the second one was placed as a blindfold over her rivals eyes. "Do you want to cum?" She asked Misaki, who very badly whimpered to be allowed to cum. "Your lover has left a rather large sticky mess in your cunt, shall I be a good proper ladies maid and clean it up for you?" She asked? Misaki whimpered even louder, "Please eat my cunt and let me cum, please!" Shinju now knelt with her head and mouth into her rival's cunt and began slowly and teasingly cleaning her with her tongue. I continued to kiss and fondle Misaki's small but tender breasts, and soon we had her crying from need and frustration. Shinju would tease her clit but never focus on it for very long, and often stopping entirely to take what cum she had gathered in her mouth and passing it a few drops at a time into Misaki's mouth, sometimes their tongues meeting to share my sperm together. Just when I thought Misaki could take no more, Shinju finished her lengthy cleaning and teasing of her cunt and in one swift motion planted her own aching clit and cunt over the helpless mouth of her romantic rival. "If you want to come at all, you're going to first make me come and come strongly! Put that nasty lying whore tongue of yours to good work now or I'll take Scott's belt and start whipping your tits until they blister, although they're so small I might keep missing them!" Misaki didn't wait to be told twice, and her tongue was soon polishing my loves magnificent clitoral pearl and traveling deep inside of her cunt. Shinju, as nearly always, started to orgasm within moments but held herself for as long as she could and kept the tongue of her lover focused upon her most intimate areas. Finally she slid off Misaki's completely vaginal juice soaked face and gave her a deep open mouthed kiss. "Not bad at all, I could tell that you've had at least a little bit of practice with other girls before me. With several more years of practice you'll be nearly as much of a slut as I am. But first we have some other unfinished business to discuss". Without another word, Shinju finished stripping Misaki's body until she was fully nude and then without preamble picked up my discarded leather belt and proceeded to give Misaki her long overdue humbling as she mercilessly whipped her breasts, ass and pubic region with the belt as Misaki stumbled about blindly, still blindfolded and tied, and begged for forgiveness, which was not soon forthcoming. Eventually, a very chastised and crying Misaki knelt before her mistress Shinju kissing her feet and painstakingly begged forgiveness for every cruel word that had she had ever said about her rival to the tabloid media. And there were a great many words to seek forgiveness for. At length, Shinju kissed Misaki, and guided her kneeling mouth once again to Shinju's wet cunt and directed that she again service her, which Misaki was only too happy to do. Still tied and blindfolded, she was then forced to listen to Shinju and my lovemaking for the next several hours, unable to masturbate to relieve her near overwhelming need to orgasm. I came prodigiously in each of Shinju's orifices, reaffirming my love and complete possession of her. After each ejaculation Misaki would then be directed to clean that orifice. Shinju shared her cum from her mouth, and also my spending from both her cunt and ass, not releasing her until every single drop of my precious cum had been cleaned out and properly swallowed by Misaki. By the early hours of the morning, I was too exhausted for any further exertions, and Shinju gave one last check to make sure that Misaki's binding knots were still secure. She then gave her a few more good whacks all over with my belt and then locked her outside on our balcony porch for the rest of the night, telling her we'd return for her in the morning and she if she was a 'good girl' for us then she could have her long delayed reward. It was uncomfortably cold for her outside standing naked on full display for all of the photographers, whom once they noticed what was happening (we left the balcony light on to be extra helpful to them) started taking pictures of the naked Misaki blindfolded and tied up. By dawn a good many extra photographers had arrived and gotten more splendid photos of Misaki kissing my lovely Pearl's feet before being allowed back into our house at 8 a.m. The poor girl had had a very rough night, and it would get worse when she saw the screaming tabloid pictures! We both laid her back down upon the bed, and while leaving her tied and blindfolded, we again rekindled her passions and did allow her permission this time to come loudly for us. Her screaming final release of orgasm probably woke any neighbor that was still sleeping. She cried in our arms for the next several hours, and genuinely seemed very sorry for having been a 'total and utter bitch'. We eventually untied her and had a very nice group shower, and somehow then ended up back in bed having fun together for most of the remainder of the day. The two women fell into a seemingly endless sixty-nine that neither of them wanted to end. By evening my desire for dinner finally outweigh any remaining desire I had left to fuck any of their already very semen filled orifices. Somehow I got the two women dressed (and their respective hands from out of the others very limited undergarments) and the three of us walked out to the waiting sea of media hand in hand. "No, there are no problems at all, everything is all just fine -- we are all the closest of close friends and there is not the slightest bit of hatred or rivalry between each other." The two women each insisted to the reporters and TV cameras, and even shared a more than friendly kiss together before we got into our car and headed to the restaurant. The media eventually found us at the restaurant and got nice juicy pictures of the two girls lovingly feeding each other and the three of us obviously all looked quite love struck. ********** The tabloids went into a frenzy for the next several weeks, particularly after an especially lurid photo appeared of us kissing Misaki goodbye at the train station for her return to work in Tokyo that featured Misaki and Shinju sharing an open mouthed kiss, each with a hand inside each other's shirts fondling the breasts of the other. It was win-win for everyone. Misaki was now unquestionably now an "A" list celebrity and top cover girl of the tabloid press. I was Japans #1 Romeo of Love (and received an even larger bonus check from Sato) and Shinju had become the preeminent 'girl next door' that humbly taught school by day, and shared the bed of Japans "Hottest Romantic Couple" by night. Female bisexuality, it seemed was not only acceptable now to the public, but it was now considered "en vogue" for the other "A" list celebrity women to flaunt not only their male bed partners, but also now their female ones... even inventing a few if necessary. All apparently trying to 'out-slut' their rivals. It was a golden age for the tabloid press for the next year or two, and speculation as to which of my women was going to be the first to bear one of my children soon became a more important topic than even the Crown Princesses current attempt to bear a male heir to the throne. Actually that particular topic had now already arisen among us, but it was decided that starting our large combined family should wait until I completed my Option Year contract for Sato, and received a hopefully better, long term one that would give us security for the future. ******* I was now twenty-seven at the start of my second year with the Niigata Golden Tanuki's. This is prime time for most ballplayers who statistically seem to begin their peak career performance about this time, and I was ready physically and mentally to perform at my best! My formerly bad knee had never felt better and I can truthfully say that it never caused me the slightest bit of pain or discomfort all year. Frequent long hot soaks at the temple pond seemed to have performed miracles for my health! Or perhaps the prayers of the ghostly priest had healed me as well! We didn't win the Pacific Division either that year (we came in third place, just missing a playoff spot) but a few of the more glaring weaknesses of our team began to be slowly patched. I led the JPB in both batting and on-base average, and came in third for the home run title, and I was once again an 'All Star'. I had two new 'foreign helper' teammates that year, one of which was a big surly first baseman who played alright but did not excel or attempt to lead our team. He never quite understood and accepted the differences about playing ball here in Japan, and didn't socialize much with anyone and was not invited to return for another season with us. My other new American teammate was a fun loving journeyman relief pitcher named Rick with an outstanding 'potential for career rehabilitation'. In other words, his elbow was in constant pain and seemingly connected by just a hanging thread to his weary arm. He was hoping to become our team's Closer, a position that was indeed one of our greatest weaknesses. Like me, he had been written off back home as 'badly damaged goods'. Naturally we immediately hit it off as kindred spirits within moments after we had greeted them at the airport upon their arrival from the States, about a week before Spring Training began. ************* As per our orders, we dropped Shinju and Rick's wife Patricia off at their hotel to get their things unpacked and settled while I took Rick for his short meeting with the Chief. Then for most of the next week, Rick and Pat were ours to show them around their new home and help get them culturally adapted. Shinju wasted no time in grabbing a hold of Rick's tall blonde wife Patricia and told her in so many words to cancel whatever plans they might have made for the next few days and repack some a few bags for a short trip. The weather was good that day and so Rick and Pat were spared the long ferry ride, and we all took the fast shuttle plane flight to Sado Island. From the small island airport, Shinju drove a rental car to the small temple inn. She had recently received her driver's license and now had her very first car, a nice Lexus convertible that the Chief had bought for her as his own personal 'thank you' reward to her. She was a bit nervous, but pleased as punch to be driving our new friends to our favorite place, our remote hot springs temple. We got our very confused passengers checked into the hotel and then fed with an excellent seafood luncheon that removed most of their concerns about having been 'shanghai'd to go off into the wilderness'. Rick knew at least a thousand funny stories and seemed to be enjoying his adventure immensely. He and I were becoming immediately fast and close friends. His wife Patricia was much more reserved and didn't seem to handle strange or new situations very well. Already she seemed to show great difficulties with adapting to expatriate life overseas. She hadn't really wanted to go to Japan at all, but being a 'traditional Southern girl from North Carolina' felt she needed to accompany and support her husband, even into the gates of Hell, which for her Japan nearly qualified. Shinju, I think recognized this, and gave her best efforts in offering herself as a friend who could be with her and help her adjust to her new and rather strange life. ************ With our luncheon done, Pat opted for a short nap first before starting the long five hundred stair climb up to the temple and the hot springs. She was still a bit jet lagged and needed a few comforting hugs from her husband before she felt ready for any 'new adventures'. It was already late afternoon before Shinju and I had finally towed our reluctant guests up to the temple, Pat being quite out of breath by the time she even got half way up to the top, confessed that she was quite out of shape. We stopped first at the temple and respectfully greeted the Head Priest and his juniors, of which there now seemed to be a couple of new ones since our last visit a few months before and introduced them to our new friends. New paint was also much in evidence and the temple grounds looked in fine spring form even while it was still late winter. Now Shinju and I began to educate Rick and Pat on the mysteries of the 'ema tablet'. In Japan, when people have a wish that they most sincerely want granted to them by the Gods, they traditionally go to a shrine or a temple and write their wish (or thanks if their wish had came true) on a wooden tablet called an ema that has a picture of a horse (or sometimes another animal) on the back. This tablet is then hung at the temple or shrine for the Gods to hear. The Head Priest presented Rick and Pat each with tablets engraved on the back with our Tanuki mascot (a powerful symbol for 'good luck' and 'virility' as I have mentioned earlier) and gave each of them ink and brushes to write their prayers upon. I'm certain Rick wished for the healing of his chronic elbow, but what Pat's wish was for I'm not certain, but she decided upon it nearly at once and it was done well before Rick's was. The Head Priest then blessed the two wishes at his altar and hung them up in the temple in a position of honor where the Gods were most certain to hear and grant their requests. Neither Shinju nor I inscribed an ema tablet. We just smiled and said that the Gods had already blessed us and already given us our fondest hearts desire. We smiled and kissed each other. Now it was time to get Rick (and his injured elbow) into the hot spring waters. Shinju and I undressed at once and holding hands we together entered the waters, and once in embraced each other and kissed. I think I heard Pat gasp when Shinju took off her dress to reveal that she wasn't wearing any undergarments, as usual. Rick didn't seem to have much modesty and quickly undressed as well and joined us, Shinju giving him a brief chaste hug and peck on the check before rejoining me. Together the three of us stood about chest deep, Shinju keeping her breasts mostly submerged but occasionally a perky nipple would bob up into view. Patricia remained dressed outside and sat on a stone bench seemingly frozen with indecision. She was cold and those hot waters beckoned to her, but her modesty would not allow her to undress before near strangers. No one but her husband had ever seen her naked before. It wasn't until Rick climbed mostly out of the water and informed her that she was most definitely coming in to join us 'clothed or unclothed, so make up your mind now'. A Pearl in the Snow Ch. 03 As Rick took another step forward to grab her she acquiesced, and began to slowly undress while facing away from us. She refused to take her panties off however, and Rick grabbed her and picked her up in his arms, carrying her into the hot waters to join us. Pat had a good figure with very nice C-cup breasts and nipples that were a little small but still serviceable. She could stand to lose a few pounds but seemed more 'soft' rather than fat. Her few tan lines suggested that when Pat ever did sunbathe or swim she wore a very conservative one-piece suit. When Rick finally released her, she huddled next to her husband and kept as deep into the water as she could get and still breathe. Shinju moved over to her at once and gave her a full body hug such that their breasts certainly mashed together and gave her a fairly chaste lip kiss. Taking her hand, she thanked Pat for coming in and joining us and told her that she had a very attractive body and should never be ashamed of it. She gave Pat and Rick a last pair of kisses on the cheek and then swam back over to join me, wrapping her arms and legs around me and impaling herself on my cock while she kissed me in one smooth motion. "Take it slow and gentle" I whispered to her, "Lets not scare our new friends too much on their first day". Shinju agreed and we moved away from Rick and Pat to allow them a bit of privacy as well. ************* I'm sure they knew what we were doing, but we tried not to be too blatant about it. I needn't have worried, after the two of them had hugged together for a long while I heard a loud feminine squeak of surprise and turned to see Pat's water soaked panties being tossed out of the water by Rick. He then grabbed her legs and swiftly mounted her much as Shinju and I were doing. Soon it became quite obvious that both couples were indeed fucking, and Shinju moans and hisses to be 'fucked harder' were becoming quite audible. Pat's moans of pleasure were becoming louder also and we finally heard a louder cry as she seemed to cum and Rick soon grunted himself as his cum filled her. I decided that Shinju and I had had enough fun for awhile and after she finished her next little mini-gasm I filled her cunt up as well. Each couple cuddled together in private for awhile, and then we moved back together for some conversation and more elbow and body soaking in the steamy waters. Shinju now allowed her full breasts to be visible above the water, and even Pat seemed to 'forget' to keep hers always covered and occasionally her nipples bobbed up for a brief glance. Rick and I start to talk ball and Shinju grabbed Pat's hand and pulled her a little ways off for some 'girl talk' of their own. Rick asked me when we would be getting married, and I laughed and gave him a brief explanation of our complicated three-way love life. Shinju and I were together 'for life' but we didn't yet want the intrusion of an official marriage as it might make Misaki feel left out. My women were now very emotionally and sexually attached to each other and to me, and the longer our relationship lasted the more viable the idea of a permanent triad relationship seemed to become to us. The details were going to be complicated though, and everyone wanted to take it slow. Rick and Pat's own relationship seemed equally complicated. They had been married for nearly ten years and they had met when he was in his first season of "A" level baseball. She was a Baptist minister's daughter who had 'always been a good girl' and was a still virgin on the night of their marriage, he at twenty-one, she just nineteen. She was a good loving wife and wanted to be a good mother as well, but it hadn't happened yet. She was even now still very uncomfortable with anything to do with sex, and they only rarely had it in other than in the missionary position - and in the dark. Pat now realized her sex life was extremely vanilla and that every other woman around her seemed to have a more satisfying sex life than she did, but she couldn't seem to 'break her programming', as she put it. In fact, the decision to play in Japan rather than accept an AAA ball assignment was intended to give her a real change of scenery and hopefully allow her to come out of her shell and 'broaden her horizons a bit'. Shinju and Patricia seemed to be lost in their conversation, which I was willing to bet closely mirrored Rick's and mine. Pat seemed to wipe away tears occasionally and the women often embraced and hugged. The full view of Pat's breasts, albeit now at a distance, was becoming a more common sight. At length, just as it was starting to get dark, the girls returned to us, hands held together and announced that they were hungry and wanted their dinner back at the hotel. Hand in hand they walked out of the water together, their wiggling hips and asses providing Rick and I with a most delightful show, and Shinju was giving hers a bit more of a swing than even usually. Pat dressed fairly rapidly and did conceal herself as much as possible, but allowed Shinju to dry her back and even her butt before Shinju handed her the towel and let Pat do the same for her as she quickly slid her dress back on. Rick and I gave our own little performance getting out of the water making sure our women got a good look at our muscular athletic physiques and especially of our semi-hard love muscles at our groins. Mine was the first cock other than her husbands that Pat had ever seen, and I think I caught her staring at it and I gave her a smile and a wink before I kissed Shinju and began to dress for the return down the stairs to the hotel. *********** Dinner of course was its usual magnificent multi-course feast of seafood specialties and even some local Osado Beef, a treat that even rivaled the more famous Kobe Beef of southern Japan. Our women had changed for dinner, wearing nicer more formal dresses, which for Shinju also invariably meant showing off as much of her delicious skin as possible, and naturally without any undergarments. When the ladies left together to use the ladies room before desert and more Saki, I was certain I heard Pat whispering a little too loudly, "Don't you ever wear panties?" to which my Pearl replied with a smile, "Almost never" before they entered the room together. They were gone for quite some time, but being domesticated men, Rick and I were used to that sort of thing. I used the time wisely to begin his necessary and essential education of the seven varieties of locally brewed Saki. He soon settled on a favorite, different from my own taste but 'close' and we were lost in a debate of what the perfect 'smokiness' flavor should be, when the ladies returned much refreshed and we began Pat's own Saki education which continued very late into the evening before they wobbled off to their bed (Pat being very unsteady on her feet but with a big smile on her face). Shinju and I were a bit drained, so we limited our lovemaking to just her sucking my cock to the loud drunken sounds of Rick and Pat enthusiastically fucking next door, every grunt and thrust plainly audible through the thin paper walls. Shinju gave me a smile and closed her eyes enjoying the taste of every spurt of my cock as it filled her loving mouth with my cum. "That," she whispered to me afterwards, "was the prefect smoky flavoring she had been wanting for a great many hours". We drifted slowly to sleep in each others to the lullabies of our Rick and Pat's lovemaking, which only seemed to get more intense. It seems she was willing to try more than a few new positions and acts, and even apparently allowed Rick to cum in her mouth once. "Good for her!" Shinju sleepily whispered with her head on my shoulder, "I told her about a few things she 'needed to be doing' to spice up their love life and she didn't seem to have ever heard of cock sucking when we talked about it in the bathroom, I had to tell her what to do. I guess she's learned how now." As Shinju began to gently snore next to me I thought with a laugh that my darling little school teacher was certainly very qualified to be an instructor for the art of cock sucking, her previous career as a Yariman 'a ten-thousand woman' notwithstanding. A Pearl in the Snow Ch. 04 After a late breakfast, we again spent the day taking the waters. Pat started off being a little self conscious but soon quite forgot she was nude in public and soon even joined Shinju for a nude stroll together in the temple gardens. The priests brought us a simple but tasty lunch but their sudden appearance caused Pat to squeal and cover herself up deep in the waters again. I laughed and greeted and thanked the priests who paid our nudity no heed whatsoever. Afterwards I reminded Rick and especially Pat once again that Japan didn't have much of a nudity taboo to begin with (bare breasts are a common sight on television) and nude bathing in public with men and women together was very common, especially in rural comminutes like this one. Pat's very lovely breasts would be a welcome and non-controversial sight any place she was willing to display them. Furthermore, we were family here, and even if they took the inclination to make love directly on the front steps of the Temple itself not a single eyebrow would frown with displeasure. That seemed to sooth Pat's nerves a bit, and by our the third and last day at the spring, the fully nude sight of Pat romping about seemingly carefree with the three of us was no longer unusual. She no longer seemed embarrassed by Shinju's frequent hugs and kisses of affection and friendship and once she even allowed me to frontally hug her with her bare breasts mashed against my chest, but she did quickly disengage embarrassed when she felt my cock rub against her very bushy pubic mound. She would also careful seat herself so as not to reveal an open view of her hairy vagina which seemed to hide some rather large and plump labia lips. She slowly got used to the frequent sight of watching Shinju and I make love, in an increasingly public manner, and in turn being watched when she and Rick made love, which became increasingly often. Our last mutual exhibition consisted of me lying on one of the nearby stone benches while Shinju climbed on top mounting me and loudly bounced upon my rock hard cock. Rick and Pat watched us with interest and as she saw me fill Shinju's cunt to overflowing with semen she couldn't resist any longer and started to openly suck Rick's cock while fingering her own clit. I enjoyed a private swim back in the waters to give our friends a little privacy for this intimate act, but Shinju had other ideas. She moved next to Pat, a little bit behind her and began caressing Pat's hair gently and offering her little words of encouragement, telling her to lick more slowly around the tip and then take it all the way into your mouth while her tongue swirled around it. This and other much more naughty advice soon excited Rick to explode inside his wife's mouth causing her to gag and choke a little bit with his full load. Shinju stopped Pat just as she was about to spit out Rick's semen and pressed her finger tips against Pat's cum covered lips to hold them closed. "Never refuse such a valuable gift and always accept it with gratitude. It is the most precious offering that your lover can give you and it must always be respected by you as such. Look deeply into his eyes when you swallow it, let him see the love and devotion you have for him. Let him know by the look in your eyes that his cum is important to you and is a priceless gift to be cherished". Shinju then kissed Pat's cheek and held her as Pat looked into the eyes of her man and demonstrated her love and devotion to him as she swallowed his gift of semen. Shinju ran her fingers over Pat's checks and chin and gathered the dripping overrun of his cum, and slowly let Pat lick it from her fingers. I thought at one moment she was going to lick her friends face clean or give Pat an opened tongue kiss to sample the last drops of Rick's load herself, but by some miracle she restrained herself. Rick's cock never softened for even a moment and he then grabbed his wife for some open air bench fucking of their own. When they finished, the two women rejoined each other and started to get dressed but not before us men got an excellent view of our two ladies hugging and holding hands, each with an obvious river of cum seeping from their well-used cunts and running down each of their thighs. The trip back was pretty quiet and peaceful. The hot medicinal waters had given Rick's painful elbow considerable relief and he was to pitch relatively pain free the rest of the season (with frequent quick visits back to the springs whenever we could). ************** The women had also very much bonded as Rick related to me later on while on our first long train trip of the season to Hiroshima to play the Carp. They were our neighbors now as well, having a company apartment in the same building as ours, and the women now met every night after Shinju returned home from school. They started to exercise together and usually also had dinner together, alternating apartments on nights that Rick and I were on the road. Pat now knew about most of Shinju's unconventional sexual history and of our peculiar triad with Misaki, whom she had not yet met. She was currently tied up with the production of a movie but hinted that she'd be able to visit us in a week or two. All of this new sexuality alternately both intrigued and frightened Pat, especially the bisexuality parts. She had never even heard of lesbian love and had no idea how women (lacking a cock) could even go about it. She also didn't quite know how to react and behave with a close girlfriend also that offered the opportunity of being her lover. Rick remarked with a wink that he had corrected at least the educational part of this problem by buying and bring home for them to watch together, a couple of X rated movies that featured some hot girl-girl scenes. They had watched them together and had ended up fucking like rabbits on the floor with all of the lights still on and she had seemed to especially enjoy watching the lesbian scenes. When she asked Rick later about what she should do, he had laughed and told her to 'stop thinking so much and have some fun'. I mentioned this while on the phone to Shinju that night from my hotel in Hiroshima, and she laughed. Pat, it seemed, had been already making a few subtle hints that there was a new movie Rick had bought for her that she wanted her to see. Pat was also wearing more revealing workout clothes now and didn't mind showering with her together after their workout, and allowed Shinju to freely apply soap wherever she wished, including her breasts and matted pubic hair. Their goodbyes were also taking longer now and Pat had hinted that she wasn't sleeping well and didn't like to sleep alone, and she had stayed a few nights with Shinju and they had slept (only slept) in the same bed together. Shinju admitted a few kisses had been exchanged and there might have been a little tit grabbing, but she was resolved to let Pat make the first move. Since she invariably slept nude and snuggled up close to her bed partner to sleep, the sexual tension was getting thick enough to need an axe to breakthrough. Shinju said she had just the axe. She promised to hold off on making things interesting until after we go back home, but it was going to be a near thing. ******* Our return started right off with a bang, well not quite literally. Rick and I dropped our bags, kissed our ladies and got superb welcome home blowjobs, although with each of us at our own flat. The women changed into lovely sexy dresses suitable for a fancy dinner out. Shinju always dressed to appeal, showing as much thigh and cleavage as she thought she could get away with, and tonight Pat was dressed to match her, in a skimpy little back dress that displayed a good amount of cleavage and accented her now slightly slimmer stomach and thighs. We had almost made it out to the street where Shinju's car was parked when to my surprise a cab pulled up with Misaki inside it. She was towing along with her an older actress friend who seemed to be in her early 30's and was extremely decorative (and sported a wedding band). This lady, Sachiko, was her current co-star on their current film which had hit a bit of a snag that the two of them were hoping to workout during this visit. Shinju grabbed Misaki and drug her back upstairs for her to change for dinner and they eventually emerged quite a bit later while we waited downstairs in Rick & Pat's flat for them. Misaki was wearing one of Shinju's other evening dresses, but the glow on her face indicated that they had a brief reunion in private together before dinner, as we all crammed into Shinju's car I saw her give Pat a quick kiss that I'm certain included a hint of tongue and certainly was cunt flavored. Dinner went well and so did the dancing that followed. Eventually Rick and I just watched the four ladies dance with each other and admired the array of bouncing boobage. "The girls have something up, don't they?"' Rick asked me later after we had returned to our flat and the women were all chattering in the kitchen. I replied that I thought Shinju and Misaki were definitely up to something, but that my very secretive lover had only instructed me that I was to take him out alone for awhile and not return to the flat for at least an hour afterwards and not be seen or heard afterwards. The women apparently had some personal business to discuss. Rick agreed with a laugh, and soon we announced that we wanted to run over to a nearby sports bar to checkup on ESPN and see what our MLB counterparts were up to. The ladies all shoved us out the door with strict orders to go have some fun and drink too much, and not come home anytime early. We agreed to do so, and we left. We nursed a few beers and watched a little ESPN on satellite TV at Ricks flat downstairs and watched the clock like eagles, but our mandated hour never seemed to end. At last we had judged that we had given the ladies enough time to get started, and we snuck barefoot back into my flat and crept into the farthest corner of our darkened living room, where Shinju had placed a large room dividing screen that blocked our sight of the kitchen, bathroom and main bedroom. We could hear everything quite well and even peak a little bit at them though the cracks but the ladies could not see us and should not detect our presence. A+ for the first part of Shinju's plan. The four women were all in the Jacuzzi in the bathroom, the door was partially opened and we could see the light of many candles inside. The women were all sitting nude around the edge of the tub, their water relaxation now apparently mostly over. The current conversation seemed now involve Pat's bushy mound of pubic hair. Apparently it had been suggested by Shinju more than once, that she would like to trim the wild pubic hair of her friend into something more sexy and suitable for her husband. Pat resisted, but soon found herself outvoted and a few candles were relocated to make room for Pat's bare butt to sit next to the sink and scissors and shaving razors were quickly located. Misaki smacked Sachiko's bare ass and also told her co-star to get her ass up on that sink too, saying "If I have to look at your cute snatch every day filming I might as well give it a proper trim as well!" Sachiko obeyed, and soon both women were sitting next to each other with their legs spread apart wide and their cunts covered in shaving cream being administered by their friends. Shinju shaving Pat slowly and delicately, paying special attention to her emerging large vaginal lips, while Misaki did the same for Sachiko, who seemed to have a smaller and much more delicately formed cunt. Misaki finished Sachiko first, as she had relatively little hair to remove. She planted a small kiss on the top of her small slit near where her clit was hidden and bid Sachiko to now make sure that she was smooth also, and the women switched places. When Shinju finished cleaning Pat, she ensuring she was smooth all over by slowly running her fingers all around Pat's vaginal area and planted a few lingering kisses on each lip and her clit before handing her a mirror so she could see her new totally bare sex. "Oh my God" Pat explained, "I look like a sixteen year old slut now. What will Rick ever think of it?" Shinju then softly kissed Pat on the lips and said, "Sometimes it's fun to feel like a slut, I certainly sometimes enjoyed it when I was one. Rick will love it just as much as he already loves every part of you. You are just removing your last barriers to giving yourself fully and completely to him, that no part of you is now a secret to him." If the swelling bulge in the front of Rick's pants was any indication, he couldn't wait to sample his wife's newly revealed charms. The girls kissed again and hugged, and exchanged places, and it look no time at all for Pat to remove any tiny stubble Shinju might have had on her, Pat slowly kissed the top of Shinju's mound when she was done. Nude, all four women finished drying themselves and emerged from the bathroom, extinguishing the candles there and in the near total darkness we remained silent and hidden and quite undetected as the women moved into the bedroom and started to light more candles in there. If Shinju winked in our general direction, it remained most definitely a secret to the other three women. Shinju and Misaki kissed deeply at the foot of the bed, rubbed their noses and tits together a bit and giggled, and then each took a long silk belt from a kimono. Shinju walked up to Pat, who seemed extremely nervous from the sound of her voice, and deeply open mouthed kissed her, her hands openly caressing her large soft white breasts. She told Pat to sit on the chair next to the bed, and she did. She then asked what hand Pat used to masturbate herself with and Pat lifted her right hand, which was then immediately tied behind her back so she was affixed to the chair with only her left hand free. Misaki had done the exact same with Sachiko, whose right hand was also tied behind her back onto a chair on the other side of the bed at Pat's. Misaki then sat in Sachiko's lap facing her and they began to kiss passionately, and we heard Misaki whispering to her captive naked lover for a few minutes before they parted. Shinju and Misaki climbed onto the bed together and again deeply kissed, before they separated and Misaki lay down upon the bed and spread her legs eagerly for her lover's attentions. But first Shinju addressed her two captive watchers in turn. "Sachiko, your love scene in the movie with Misaki is not going well because you say you do not understand female love and have never experienced what it is like to enjoy a woman as a lover. You wish to learn how a Samurai lady would make love with her favored servant woman, and tonight you will learn. As you learn I want you to orgasm slowly and with your unfamiliar hand, as if it were the hand of a new and unfamiliar lover. Patricia, you are my friend but you are now eager to now become my lover as well, but this is an important first step that can never be taken back once started, and while I would welcome the embrace of your body with mine, it would be best if you knew more of what fate would certainly befall you once our paths as lovers has begun." Shinju blew a last kiss to each bound woman, and immediately dove into Misaki's arms and the truly serious and torrid lovemaking now began in earnest. Shinju kissed each Misaki's tits lovingly and took each nipple into her mouth as if it were the finest food ever offered to her. Kissing slowly down her chest and stomach, Shinju at last brought her mouth and tongue to Misaki's cunt, but did not start on it right away. She licked and kissed every square inch of Misaki's vaginal regions and teased the labia lips mercilessly, and by the time she eventually began to stroke her clit with her tongue her lover was starting her first orgasm of the night. There were to be many, many more. Their grunts and cries of lovemaking grew louder, and even the moaning of their two capture watchers, who were masturbating as fast and hard as they could, grew louder and each seem have several orgasms of their own. At long length Shinju and Misaki ended up in a torrid sixty-nine until each of their faces became a wet sticky mess each covered with the others love juices and screamed their orgasmic pleasure into each others sopping wet cunts. At length the lovers separated after a last long and soft kiss and Shinju walked over to a limp and sweaty Pat and kissed her deeply in the mouth letting her taste the copious wet love juices that covered her. Pausing their kiss for a moment, Shinju offered each of her nipples to Pat's lips, who immediately took and sucked each one in turn. "This is the fate that awaits you, will you accept it willingly and share your intimate juices with mine as we become lovers, or shall our friendship stop forever here at this final point?" Shinju asked of Pat, who answered by again taking one of my Pearls nipples into her mouth before answering. "Teach me to be your lover!" Pat huskily whispered. "I want to taste your juices and for you to drink mine. I want us to become slut sisters together." Shinju then released her captive and the two women embraced and kissed for the first time as lovers. Misaki had already released Sachiko and the two of them were already kissing and fondling each other on the bed. Soon my two experienced lovers were teaching their willing disciples everything there was to be learned about Sapphic love. Rick had about all he could take by this point and he began to undress and I soon followed, but I bid him to wait a bit longer because I thought there was still a final act of this performance yet to come, and there was. Shinju and Pat finally finished a long and mutually satisfying bout of eating each other cunts in their first sixty-nine. Misaki and Sachiko had finished their own a bit earlier and were idly playing with each other tits and cunts watching the other lover's intimate embrace. When at last they finished by unspoken agreement the lovers all exchanged partners and allowed their young Kohai learners to gain some needed experience together. One thing led another and soon all four women were in an erotic daisy chain as each licked and sucked another's cunts, switching partners and positions often. Eventually even these inexhaustible lovers needed a short rest and they were all cuddling and kissed together in the center of a very wet bed, and at length Shinju asked Pat in what was an obvious overloud stage whisper manner if she was ready yet for a good hard cock. Indeed Pat was, and like a flash Rick was in her arms mounting her. Misaki had dived into another sixty-nine with Sachiko, and that left my lovely Pearl all alone but I soon provided her with some comfort, and the six of us were loudly fucking next to each other for much other night. The sex dynamics were a little complicated as Rick and Pat were still trying to have a baby and she was off the pill, so she and I did not fuck together. At one point though, while I was fucking Misaki from behind on all fours, Pat climbed underneath Misaki to better lick her clit while she was being fucked by Rick. She then pulled me from out of Misaki's cunt and into her own mouth for a few licks before returning me and mouthing a thank you before returning to licking the cunt and balls above her mouth as we fucked. I came shortly afterwards, with some spillage onto Pat's face which she licked clean with a smile and then cleaned my cock off as I withdrew from Misaki. She then cleaned out Misaki's cunt, and to my delight shared the retrieved cum load in an open mouthed kiss with Shinju. Rick had filled his wife's cunt with cum at least twice and I thought he was done for the night until I saw him watching my lovely Shinju's ass wiggle in the air as she ate his final cumload from Pat's sopping cunt. He gave me a query look and I nodded permission to him, and he then mounted up behind Shinju and entered his once again rock hard cock into my beloved's equally sloppy snatch. A Pearl in the Snow Ch. 04 This was the first time I had ever seem my lover with another man, and I hadn't been quite sure how would I would take it or if I could accept that, but those concerns seemed to fade from me now, and I relaxed. Soon Pat called me, or rather my cock over as she wanted to suck me while her husband finished giving his new sixteen year old looking trollop of a slut a good hard fucking. As we had both cum repeated earlier, this last set of ejaculations took a long while in coming, but at length Rick blew his last load of the night into Shinju's cunt while Pat sucked my hard cock even harder and whispered for me to 'do it, cum in my mouth' which I at last did. She sucked out every drop and smiled and me and then shared my cum load with Shinju, who then offered her husbands cum from her well used cunt to be also cleaned out and shared. Sachiko's was the only cunt not fucked that night. She was after all married, and fairly happily so, albeit in a bit of a rut, but she respected her vows enough not make love to any another man. Her vows did not seem to include other women, and the ladies did enjoy one last lesbian foursome in the morning before breakfast, and then she and Misaki were off soon afterward back to the movie set in Tokyo. The four of us remaining had breakfast nude, and somehow drifted back to the bedroom again for a bit more fun before Rick and I had to leave for the Ballpark in the late afternoon. We started with an oral swap with Shinju sucking of Rick, and Pat doing the same for me, with the ladies eager to merge the two loads of cum together in their mouths to be shared equally. I started to idly play with Shinju's delightful ass, and casually asked Rick if he and Pat ever did anal intercourse. This was something else that was new to Pat, and she perked right up and wanted to watch us do it, which Shinju and I were happy to oblige. I got Shinju on all fours and entered her tight delicious ass, and soon she was squealing with delight. Before I knew it Rick and Pat were doing the same. The girls angled themselves so that they could kiss and fondle each other as they watched the other get their ass fucked. This was deliciously naughty and soon we were both sperming the bowels of our lovers. Pat drew the line right there at cleaning out that mess from Shinju's ass, but she allowed Shinju to clean out hers, and finally after a long pouty face, accepted the sharing of this very special load of sperm too. The ladies still wanted more and Rick and I switched asses and eventually I came inside Pat for the first time, other than in her mouth. Her cunt still 'reserved'. This time both asses got properly cleaned afterward and while Rick and I dressed to leave for the stadium, our lovers were still licking and kissing each other sticky faces. They were still at it, lost in the same sixty-nine upon our return from the game several hours later. By this point none of us had slept other than a slight doze in about two days and we all felt pretty much done for and we concluded this particular party. The women tearfully kissed each other goodnight and all of us got some needed sleep in own beds. The women were now permanently inseparable, and became even more delightfully and uncontrollably wild whenever Misaki was in town or when they or we traveled to Tokyo to visit her. It seemed at times as if a non-stop lesbian orgy was always either in the works or soon about to be. ********* Nine months to the day after this first party, Pat gave birth to their son Robert Scott. It a hard pregnancy and she almost miscarried twice. The delivery was even worse. Her Obstetric doctor told her that to try and have another child could be very life threatening, and she tearfully agreed to a hysterectomy that occurred immediately after birth. She had wanted more children, but she would settle for just this one. The one good part of this disappointment was that her vagina became no longer reserved and a special party was held soon afterwards where it was presented before me complete with a bow and ribbon wrapping so I could enjoy that part of Pat that had been previously off-limits. The women seemed to enjoy that moment especially where each held the other's hand and they kissed together while each of their lovers filled their cunts. The four of us (well actually the five with Misaki) fit in now as a perfect family, with only love and no jealousy for each other. *********** I also received my expected long term contract at a salary far beyond all of our wildest expectations, and I bowed gratefully and humbly before the Chief and signed it without a second of hesitation. Rick too got a long term offer that was almost as generous as mine, and the five of us settled in one winter's day at a house we had rented near Mano, deep the heart of the 'Alcohol Republic' where Saki breweries and taverns abounded. This southwestern shoreline was much more gentle and soothing to our eyes than the mountain villages father north we had been used to. The beach was softer and nicer here too, and on every day that the winter weather permitted a short nude romp on the beach was always welcomed. Over that winter we finally made some serious decisions that we had been putting off. It was time to end the 'Big City Star' vs 'Small Village Girl' wedding debate that was still raging in the tabloids. Especially before the tabloids also discovered that Rick and I were actively and casually swapping lovers, and that our wives were also devout lesbian lovers. It was decided that Shinju and I would have a big Shinto wedding with all of the bells and whistles somewhere so that the Chief and all of the media could have their "big Royal Wedding". Right after that, Shinju, Misaki and I, with only Rick and Pat as attendants, would offer more formal and intimate vows together in a very private ceremony at our temple. After this final intimate ceremony, all bets were off and both of my 'wives' would then go off of the pill, probably for good, and may the most fertile girl win. The only delicate part was telling Rick that both of the cunts of my wives would now be often off-limits, temporarily, as Pat's had been. We discussed some options to cope with this; we could restrict ourselves to just orally sharing our mates and he could use condoms for special occasions or after one of ladies became already pregnant. Rick and Pat conferred privately for awhile, and Rick offered a surprise additional option. Since he and Pat were done with their own baby making, and since they would never divorce nor would he ever remarry there was no need for him to retain fertile sperm. He offered to join Pat together in infertility and have a vasectomy. Immediately after announcing this decision he became mobbed by three females who badly wanting to kiss him all over and soon all three ladies were sucking his cock in turns, Shinju winning the final creamy reward, which she of course shared. A Pearl in the Snow Ch. 05 The rest of our winter vacation that was not spent in bed was devoted to house hunting. We thought at first about buying one huge house big enough for the five of us and our families, but practicality reined us in finally. We decided instead for two large houses that were right next of each other on this lovely bay near Mano, and close to the nearby shopping in Sawata, and of course the harbor and airport both quite nearby at Ryotsu. The homes were on a very large tract of unspoiled land in spitting distance of each other and plans were made for elaborate remodeling to be more western friendly, i.e. modern entertaining kitchens, huge bathrooms and extensive walk-in closets. Women can seem to never have too many closets. The hardness of the winter reminded us that central heating would be an excellent investment as well. Plans were also begun for a large joint garden area between the two houses featuring an enormous hot tub that would be built to be right in the center. Landscaping and tall fences were also considered that would preserve our privacy and allow us to run around naked as much as we wanted, without too many prying eyes. Pat was still a bit nervous being seen topless or nude in public by strangers. The money was more than well spent, and our women launched themselves head first into their first (and apparently only) non-Sapphotic hobby. The remodeling and especially the landscaping never ever seemed to get quite 100% done, as plans kept getting slightly altered with more and more new features. I think it was at least several years before the women could sit quietly in the hot tub and survey their domain with enjoyment without finding a new addition or slight alteration that they wanted to make. With the Chiefs enthusiastic consent, the plans for the wedding were now in full force, with the happy date set for two weeks before the start of Spring Training, and it soon turned into the full Royal Wedding from Hell as every exclusive clothier, baker, caterer and wedding planner in the nation vied to handle at least some small part of our wedding. The Chief let his people handle 99% of the real details and we just nodded our heads and we agreed to everything he wanted. In the end, we pretty much let the Chief run the show, and it soon became a giant media circus -- as far as we were concerned, this was just the show ceremony for the public, our real ceremony was definitely the later private one at the temple. The Big City Star faction cried their eyes out that their champion Misaki had not won the prize, but were mostly mollified that Misaki was the Maid of Honor; Pat was the Matron. Western style weddings are quite popular in Japan, and this huge ceremony wasn't much different from any that we would have had back home. The vows and rings were exchanged and before at least a thousand cameras, Shinju legally became my wife. **************** There must have been a thousand photographers and TV cameramen all trying to get the perfect photo of our wedding, and hundreds of them appeared in the papers over the next few weeks. Shinju slyly managed to get her bouquet thrown to Misaki, and Shinju's garter managed to end up in the proper hands of one of my teammates who had been in a long relationship with his girlfriend and took this opportunity to propose, to the delight of everyone. Misaki had given Shinju a very rare and special wedding gift; it was a very antique and very large and elaborately carved and polished jade dildo. It had been very expensive, as it had an Imperial pedigree -- it had been carved by orders of one of the medieval Empresses of Japan for her use on a favored lady-in-waiting, and had undoubtedly visited a good many cunts since then. After the wedding, Shinju and I flew alone to Ryotsu, and then were driven by island friends in secret to the temple hotel, where we spent our honeymoon night alone, just the two of us making love all night long in our room. Misaki, Rick and Pat flew out the next morning and joined us there. After making sure none of us had been followed, we started our second ceremony. Rick and Pat walked up alone to the temple to get things started and everyone prepared to start the real wedding ceremony. Awhile later, I took the hands of my two girls and with one in each hand we walked slowly up the stone steps to the Temple. At the top, by the Torii gate we were stopped and blessed by a priest, who welcomed us to the temple. We undressed and briefly bathed in the hot springs and received the blessing of another priest who poured water and showered flower petals around us. When he finished, we arose from the waters still hand in hand and walked nude to the steps of the temple where another Priest asked us, "Why we had come?" to which we replied, "To seek the blessing of the Gods so that our union together might be blessed by them and our souls grow ever closer together in life and remain un-separated in the afterlife." He offered his blessing and we each inscribed ema tablets declaring our eternal love for each other and asking for the Gods blessing for our union. This done, we entered the Temple and knelt before the High Priest of the Temple, who in a very long and full ceremony blessed each of us individually and then tied each of our six hands altogether into a circle with a quilted silk cord of ten thousand stitches, each stitch representing a prayer for our future happiness. At last we each ceremonially drank Saki in turn, and swore before the Gods our eternal and endless love. The High Priest then declared us bound to each other and we enjoyed our first three-way kiss as a real married family. Rick and Pat joined the circle of kisses and we then sat down to a feast prepared by the temple in our honor. Later, well feasted, Rick and Pat joined us in the hot springs and they watched with delight as the three of us celebrated our first family fuck together, and Rick and Pat, unable to wait any longer soon joined us and they joined their two bodies together next to ours. After dark the five of us gathered our clothes but we didn't bother to dress and instead scampered nude down the steps as fast as we could in the growing coolness of the evening. The fun began in earnest with several pots of warmed Saki and vigorous rounds of very enthusiastic group lovemaking of that would have kept every other guest awake all night, except for the fact that the hotel had closed just for us, and we had the full run of the place alone for the week. Business was now very good, the elderly couple that ran the hotel reported to us, and more tourists seemed to find our hidden love nest every week. Soon it would start appearing in all of the travel books and would be discovered. Within a few short years the place would be regularly packed during the tourist season, and the hotel and the temple above, prospered as they never had before. Both considered us to be the true source of their good luck and fortune and we were always held in their highest regards. For the next week I don't think any us ever dressed even once, and we alternated fucking, with meals and hot soaks in the Temple springs, then having a big family dinner, finally another long night of fucking. Rick was now confirmed as safe and no one ever again thought twice again about which hole was being occupied by which cock. Rick and I never joined our lovers and became bisexual ourselves, but we became increasing comfortable around each other and never felt the slightest bit of jealousy or hurt if either of us wanted to have a private moment alone with any of our wives. Even the sight of the other's cum running down our wife's legs while they kissed passionately brought only smiles to our faces as we knew our loved ones were together and happy with their friends and lovers. We all became the deepest and most devoted of friends first, and being lovers merely make it just that all the more special. *********** Shinju won the 'Baby Battle' first but not by much, and the sight of the three of us walking around Niigata or Tokyo with both of my wives very pregnant, started another huge tabloid explosion. "Clearly," the tabloids reported, "true to the nature of my team's mascot, I was very much the very model of male virility!" When Shinju's daughter was born, Atsuko Alexandra, the media offered fortunes for the exclusive rights for the first baby pictures, and when Misaki delivered her daughter, Kumiko Patricia six days later, the frenzy to get a joint picture of our children together exploded. I accepted an absurd offer that would pay for our wives new gardening and landscaping fetish for many years to come, and we posed for a group photo all together sitting naked in bed, with the sheet just covering our laps, me in the center with a bare-breasted wife under each arm, each holding one of our precious daughters feeding at their teats. This was probably one of the most circulated photographs in Japanese popular cultural history. I managed to get a nice 16x20 inch enlargement of it and it's framed over our bed at home today. After their dual-pregnancy, the women decided that this was not an especially good idea to repeat, as their bellies had soon became too rounded to properly sixty-nine each other. Pat had also received most of the fucking attention over the last couple of months while their own sex drives had gone into orbit and their Jade Empress dildo got rather frequent workouts on each other. It was decided that from then on the girls would alternate pregnancies, Shinju winning the rock-paper-scissors contest that decided the matter of who got to go first. In fact she did again become pregnant nearly immediately, with Misaki also conceiving her next child nearly the instant Shinju finished giving birth. They continued this sequence for a good many years, Shinju bearing me five children before declaring herself done, and Misake bearing me four, combining to reach our sacred number of nine. We had five girls and four boys -- an excellent mix! This actually gave the extended family including Rick and Pat, a total of ten children, but we pretended not to notice. ******* Rick and I declared our baseball retirements together at the end of last season. I had just turned forty, and Rick was a bit older. We were both playing still quite well, but we felt we ought to pass the torch on and quit before it was obvious that we were well past our primes. We often still attend home games in Chief's luxurious box, and we have as much work as we want attending functions and doing minor little PR things for our benevolent boss. We've been offered life-time employment at absurd salaries with his corporation and we're starting to learn a few different things about his business, but for right now we are enjoying a little rest and we enjoyed a full spring and summer at home with our loved ones for the first time, instead of being always on the road with the baseball team. Now that I'm very fluent in Japanese, I'm still a regular on several sports news and entertainment television shows. Rick even found a niche for himself as the humorous co-host of a popular TV travel show that explored various off the beaten track and obscure parts of Japan. Misaki's own career stayed red hot for many years before its inevitable slight decline. She still makes movies, records music, and stars on TV, but she has become increasingly selective about her work and tries to spend as much time at or near home as she can manage. We have a large luxury flat in Tokyo where we can all stay when work keeps her there for an extended period, but everyone is happiest at our remote island home. Pat and Shinju are both models of domestic bliss and lovingly tend to our brood of children and keep the homesteads an oasis of serenity, even when everything else around them is in chaos. They combine to write a weekly newspaper advice column for the Chief's newspaper, in the spirit of Dear Abbey, and they also contribute a long feature article about domestic life every month of one of his women's interests magazines. Both could easily do other things as well if they wished, but this is plenty enough to keep them regularly stimulated and pleasantly diverted. A few years ago we also bought our temple hotel, when our owner friends decided to retire and move somewhere further south and hopefully warmer. We found a friend of the family to run it for us and he and his wife have done a superb job. They won't join us when we're running around the Temple or in the water nude, but they're not shy either about us watching them at play either. I suspect soon, our wives will be getting a taste of her sooner or later at the very least. They're incorrigible, and believe every woman is supposed to be bisexual, and they're willing to help do the seducing, usually thankfully just one new conquest at a time. Even at forty our sex lives have never been better, and if there has been any tapering off or plateau hit, I haven't noticed it. I expect our sex together will be just as good (but maybe a little different) when we are 50 and even 60. Our love burns within us endlessly. ************* Rick and I already have his son and my eldest daughters (yes plural) married off in theory. They're both almost teenaged now, and have been inseparable companions since early childhood, but now they can see each others nude bodies ripening by the day. We're quite sure it won't be too long before we see them giving each other secret looks and disappearing for awhile together to explore their sexual awakenings together, and we're in agreement with their mothers' that all of our daughters will be on the pill the moment they start their first periods. We try hard not to be too explicit in showing our love for each other in public, but our group family tends to be fairly casual about its dress code, and during the warm humid summer months everyone pretty much runs around nude. Explaining our unusually sleeping arrangements was a bit more complicated, but simply put our kids have a lot of Mommies and Daddies who sometimes all sleep (and play) together and sometimes separately... and not always with the same moms and dads together. In practice, no one ever slept alone much, unless all they really want was to catch up on sleep. Usually weekdays each family would sleep under their own roof, but Shinju or Misaki often sometimes like a night with Rick or with Rick and Pam together, conversely Pam spend many nights over here with either just me or one or both of my wives. Weekends we're a group, and we usually alternate weekends in each other big king sized beds. We learned early on to keep the bedroom door locked to keep little eyes and ears out from discovered exactly which mommy was being fucked loudly by which daddy or what their mommies were currently doing to each other, but they're all old enough and smart enough now to usually know what's going on and they give us our privacy, and acceptance. Deep in my heart, I think Rick and I know that our baseball days are not quite totally behind us. We were thinking out loud the other day to each other that it might be nice some day to do some coaching, maybe when the kids get older and won't mind us being on the road again. That thought has stuck with us, and I think eventually we will end up as hitting and pitching coaches for our old team and its growing legion of fans, as we have been a powerhouse team for some time now, rivaling even the beloved Yomuri Giants, and are our team is now invariably competing for post-season honors. There are no gaijin in Japan's Baseball Hall of Fame, and it will be very interesting to see if either of us gets voted in sometime in the future. I suspect we both will, as we are considered virtually 'Japanese' now to most fans who have largely forgotten we came from America as 'helper players' many years ago. ******* It's a warm summer Saturday night as I write this in my small office. Rick is grilling some excellent Osado steaks on the grill and chilling some cold beer in a nearby wooden barrel, and the three women are all getting comfortable in the hot tub, and from my window I can see them all kissing and holding each other, and I'm sure their hands are all very busy below the water too. The children have had their dinner already and are running up and down the beach getting in a few last minutes of play before their one of their Mama-san's collects them for bed. Its nice and delightful outside, and probably they will prefer to sleep outside on mats on the wide covered porch walkway that mostly surrounds our house, and enjoy the sea breezes rather than stuffy cold air conditioning inside. Later, much Saki will be drunk and there will be considerable adult frolicking in the tub by firelight tonight before we all head to bed together for more a vigorous and intimate lovemaking. Invariably after the last orgasm has been felt and final ejaculations shared, we will just all hold each other closely and tight in the dark. Each of us thinking to ourselves that we have all been truly blessed by the Gods, and we are indeed the luckiest people in the entire world! THE END ********