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Marsha was always a good girl. Cute, brunette, and a tight little body, but her shyness had caused her to never have a real boyfriend. There were a couple of boys when she was in high school that talked to her here and there, and she had even been on a date or two, but she had never had a steady screw.

Here she was, twenty years old, working in a library and living with a cat, and she had never had a good fuck. Every day she would come home from work around five o’clock, and she would settle down for dinner and a good book. Around five thirty, her neighbor across the hall would get home, and shortly after her boyfriend would follow her through the door. Noises would start, and Marsha would start to fantasize.

She would touch herself and imagine that she was a part of the action. Sometimes she would rub her clit and wish that she was licking her neighbor, sucking her pert breasts or licking her wet pussy. Other times, she would run her fingers inside herself and wish that she was getting pounded by the boyfriend, his hard cock running in and out of her tight pussy and his balls slapping against her ass. All the while, she would be serenaded by the sounds of moans and sighs from across the hall. There was more than once that she found herself naked and sweaty, collapsed on her own living room floor, her pussy dripping and throbbing.

One Friday, Marsha got home from work early. She dressed down and poured herself a glass of wine to relax. Five thirty came, and the noises started. Marsha was on her fourth glass of wine and was feeling a bit flushed, and for once, she found herself doing something she had never done before. She stood in her white satiny underwear and bra and crossed the hall to her neighbor’s apartment.
They barely noticed her at first; they were too busy fucking on the couch. The neighbor was laying back on the couch, her blond head tossed back in a moan of ecstasy. Her legs were in the air; her shaved pussy was being pounded by the thick cock of her studly boyfriend. His ass tightened as he thrust into her; his back arching.

Marsha climbed onto the couch next to her neighbor and started massaging her naked tit, pinching the already erect nipple.

The neighbor squinted her eyes tight and gasped a heavy sigh; her boyfriend started fucking faster. Taking these actions as encouragement, Marsha leaned in and started sucking the neighbor’s nipple. Her ass was in the air, and she soon felt the boyfriend’s hand exploring her ass, rubbing the cheek and giving it a little slap. Marsha caught herself gasping as he slid his finger under her panties and into her wet pussy. She started to gyrate, grinding his finger deeper into her, his knuckle brushing her swollen clit. Marsha was sucking so feverishly on her neighbor’s nipple that she didn’t notice the boyfriend pull out and position himself behind Marsha’s own wet pussy. She felt her underwear being tugged down to her knees and his cock was in her. He was the thickest that she had ever had, not that she had had many. He plunged his cock in deeper, running his hands over her back and guiding her head down her neighbor’s body to the waiting wet pussy. Marsha had never licked pussy before. She was hesitant at first, but her neighbor raised her hips, pushing herself into Marsha’s waiting mouth.

Marsha licked over her clit and probed the waiting hole; she was rewarded with some feverish thrusts from behind. The boyfriend’s hands reached around and grabbed her dangling tits, squeezing her nipples. She moaned into her neighbor’s pussy and nipped lightly at her clit with her teeth. That caused a squeal from her neighbor and another thrust from behind. Just when she thought she would go, he pulled out and guided her to the floor.

He laid her on her back and spread her legs. He guided himself in slowly and started grinding into her. The neighbor came over and sat on her face, and Marsha had no choice but to lick vigorously on the clit and suck the juices into her mouth. The neighbor squealed and lifted herself up slowly and then back down, building a rhythm. Soon, Marsha’s tongue was tapping against her neighbor’s clit feverishly, and her neighbor was coming in her mouth. The boyfriend also sped up, pounding her like nothing else. She felt the climax coming, her pussy tightened with the waiting and then a gush covered his cock. He pulled out and stroked his cock feverishly, shooting hot cum all over her stomach.

It was more than she had ever dreamt about.

I wouldn't describe myself as being 'square' exactly back then, but I was not the most world-wise 19 year old. I lived at home with my Dad and spent more time studying than getting up to regular sorts of teenage mischief. I was still a virgin. I'd had some limited experience of sexual practices but I'd never had a "lover" - it had tended to be more a series of fumbles here and there with girls who were as shy and inexperienced as me. When I started hanging out with Rebecca and Todd however, all that started to change. My name is Henry, by the way.

You know how it is at high school. There is always a group of 'cool' kids in the year who form a group. They tend to be the best looking, wear the trendiest clothes, have their own cars before everyone else and have a reputation for the wildest parties. Well, Rebecca Ashton was one of this group at my school, Beaumont High. She was absolutely gorgeous which helped make her a magnet to girls and boys alike, but she was also a rebel which gave her the reputation of being cool too. She would come in to class late, openly challenge the authority of teachers and was one of the first girls in the year to be reputed to have "gone all the way" with her boyfriend Todd Bateman.

Todd can perhaps best be described as the male equivalent of Rebecca -good looking, popular, physically more mature than most of his friends and with a reputation for being a party animal. To be friends with Todd (if you were a guy) meant you were elevated to elite status by your fellow students. If you were a girl and you were lucky enough to date him, you would be the envy of the class.

Given their status as the rebel king and queen of the year, it was perhaps inevitable that Todd and Rebecca would end up an item. Their relationship was a pretty volatile one - they would just as likely be seen having a blazing row in the hall as they would making out in the schoolyard, but this was characteristic of their obsessive personalities and the fact that they were crazy about each other.

I couldn't believe my luck when I first started to hang around with Todd and Rebecca and the rest of their group. I felt like I had been plucked from anonymous obscurity and finally given an identity. All of a sudden people knew my name and would greet me in the hallway; they would show me respect and laugh at my jokes. It was a bit shallow really, looking back, but when you're a kid being popular is sadly equated with feeling like you are somebody.

I only became friends with Todd and his group by accident and to be honest, I never really 'belonged'. I tended to be the quiet one whenever we sat around our regular table at the diner, or the one who hovered nervously in the background while Todd and the other guys carried out some wild act or another. They let me into their group only after I got my Dad to fix Todd's car one afternoon (my Dad was a mechanic). He didn't charge Todd anything for the repair and this was enough for me to start being invited to sit at their table in the canteen, and hang out with them on the weekends. I never felt truly comfortable with them as a group of friends - they always seemed to be bitching about someone or other, or carrying out some action that undermined another kid in the year - but if truth be told, I did feel a lot 'cooler' than I ever had done before. And I certainly had my eyes opened by them to a few things when it came to sex. There was one time in particular, which is what I want to tell you about here.

It was a Friday night and Todd and his gang would often spend Fridays at a bar called Mitzy's. Mitzy's was a dark, smoky place where they played live music on the weekends. Todd and his gang had a favourite table against the back wall with a couple of benches on either side. At a tight squeeze you could get about eight people around this table. On this night there were only five of us - Todd and Rebecca, Russell (Todd's best buddy), Clare (who was a new friend of Rebecca's) and myself. The bar was packed out but we found the band pretty lousy - it was some folksy trio of Irish acoustic musicians - and none of us were really listening. Instead we were laughing and chatting and drinking Coke by the bucketload, having consumed a few cans of beer in the parking lot before going inside.

After a while, the conversation inevitably got around to sex. This was Todd and Rebecca's doing - partly because they initiated every topic of conversation, and partly because the two of them were so horny for each other that when they weren't actually making out in front of us, they would be talking and showing off about it. As ringleader of the conversation, and following a whispered private conference with Todd, Rebecca announced we were going to play a game of Truth or Dare. I can't recall if anyone objected but they would have been unlikely to once Rebecca had decreed.

The first person picked on for the game on was myself. Like I said before, I was still the runt of the group and clearly the one who commanded the least respect from within, even if outsiders generally now considered me to be royalty. Rebecca asked me if I wanted truth or a dare. In an attempt to be as cool as I sincerely believed they were at that time, I casually answered "Dare". I would have given anything to prove myself and gain standing in the group.

My dare was (without asking) to drink the half-glass of beer belonging to some tough looking guy at a nearby table. It was easier to achieve than I thought as he was engrossed in watching the band. I casually passed by and surreptitiously swiped the beer, draining it in one gulp and just as casually and surreptitiously placing it back on the table beside him. Returning to my seat we all waited a good minute or two before the guy brought the glass back up to his mouth and seemed puzzled that it was emptier than when he last took a sip. This was met with hoots of laughter from the gang at my table and won me back-patting and accolades. I was pretty pleased with myself.

Next up was Clare, who was sitting on the bench next to me, our backs to the wall. It was not the first point in the evening that I sensed Clare was a bit of a kindred spirit. She seemed to be every bit as out of her depth and yet eager to please as I was. I could tell immediately she wasn't as comfortable with the game as the others around the table but that like me, she was also desperate to remain a part of the group, which had no doubt improved her popularity as much as it had mine. She opted for "truth" instead of dare and Rebecca seemed delighted by this.

Rebecca had a pretty sadistic streak in her. Everyone wanted to be her friend but I wondered if anyone ever really got close to her. She took great delight in thinking up a really tricky question for Clare to answer truthfully. I think she would have done so whoever's turn it was to answer, but seeing as she didn't know Clare all that well yet, she was probably deliberately harsh.

"Ok my question is this...", she said, grinning in advance at what she perceived to be her own cunning in thinking it up. "You went on the school camping trip last semester and shared a tent with Annabel Knight, right?" (Annabel Knight had a reputation for being a bit of a slag).
"Yes", said Clare, following carefully, clearly eager to answer whatever question might be coming.
"And Annabel told us that her and Philip Crowe fucked in their sleeping bag while you were in the tent, right?".
"Yes". Clare was happy to confirm the story. I thought she seemed a little relieved that this was all she was being required to answer. But Rebecca went on.
"So my question is this", she continued, "did you get turned on by listening to them fucking?"

This was clearly quite a clever question because Clare was definitely taken aback and went a little red. "No", she said, "I just fell asleep". She said it in a believable enough way but I suppose it did seem a little unlikely. Todd and Russell expressed disbelief. I stayed typically silent.

"Liar!", Rebecca snapped. She still had a smirk on her face, but I sensed she was a bit pissed off with Clare for not playing ball as far as Rebecca was concerned. Clare picked up on this immediately and looked anxious that she had disappointed.

Next up was Russell who took a dare to throw an ice-cube at a woman sitting on her own by the fire exit. This was met with squeals of delight from our table and resulted in the poor woman getting up to leave. Rebecca took "truth" for her turn and was asked by Todd what the biggest number of orgasms was that she had ever had in one session. She replied "seven", which struck me right away as a lie but of course nobody voiced any doubt and instead we all sycophantically cooed with awe.

Todd also took "truth" for his turn and was asked by Rebecca whether he had ever masturbated over her. He answered "yes, every day". This response delighted Rebecca and the game was paused for a moment while the two of them slobbered over each other's faces. It was a pretty sickly display - Todd and Rebecca's questions had clearly been designed to bolster one another's ego's and form part of this evening-long foreplay that would later result in them making out in the back of his car.

Next it was my turn again and this time I asked for "truth", eager to impress my friends with candid honesty as much as I had done previously with my courage and audacity.

"How many girls have you fucked?", Russell asked, before anyone else could formulate a question.
"None", I answered sheepishly with a smile on my face.
My honesty was met with approval from the men at the table. Todd raised his Coke and made a pledge to change that situation for me. I smiled embarrassedly but felt good that I hadn't tried to make something up. It would only have led to further questions and eventually I was likely to have been caught out.

All eyes turned to Clare again who, clearly aware she was considered the weak link in the game at that point, was desperate to make amends. She boldly requested a "dare". I hoped they were going to go easy on her and yet I could see that Rebecca was still of the view that Clare was a bit of a geek.

"OK...", Rebecca said with an evil glint in her eye. We all had to wait in suspense for a moment as one of the bartenders cleared away the empty glasses from our table. Clare looked nervous but still determined to rise to whatever challenge befell her. "...Your dare is to take your underwear off and put it on the table".

Clare tried to look unperturbed by this challenge and she glanced momentarily around the room and then down at her lap. From my place on the bench beside her I also looked down. She was wearing a short, loose-fitting black skirt that stopped half way down her thighs. Although I perceived she was uncomfortable, I didn't expect for one moment that she would refuse the dare. And sure enough she didn't.

Starting with the top half, Clare discreetly and with some dexterity, withdrew one of her arms inside the sleeve of her shirt. From here, and with all of us staring on in stunned but excited silence, she went about unfastening something from her back and pulling it down over her shoulders. She carried out the action swiftly and clinically, the whole time ensuring that what she was doing was fully concealed by her shirt. She looked inconspiciously around the room at the same time to ensure that nobody outside the group was watching. With impressive speed she eventually returned her arm through the sleeve of the shirt and dropped a peach-coloured bra, scrunched up into a ball, on to the table in front of us.

Todd and Russell went crazy about this, applauding and approving of her actions. In fact, their brief outburst caused two or three nearby tables to glance over at us. Rebecca seemed less impressed. I guessed this was partly because of Todd's approval but also because she had secretly expected (and even hoped) that Clare would refuse to carry out the dare.

By now the atmosphere around the table was tense and excitable and even though I sympathised with Clare's predicament, I couldn't help but be swept up in the erotic suggestiveness of it too. My eyes stayed fixed for a while on the lacy bra that lay on the table. It was an arousing thought that Clare's (quite impressive) chest had been set free beneath her shirt just a few inchesaway from where I was sitting.

Next we watched Clare reach beneath the table and once again being careful to remain as discreet as she could, wriggle free of her pants. The only people who might have got a glimpse of what was going on down there were Todd and myself as we were seated next to her - one on each side - on the bench. But unfortunately she was every bit as skilled at masking this action and her skirt fully covered what was going on underneath. Once she had removed the underwear from her waist, she naturally had to get it down over her feet so she appeared to draw her knees up under the table for a moment and lower her arms in order to free herself from it. Once again just a few short moments later, her hand appeared above the table and she triumphantly dropped a tiny little matching pair of G-string panties on top of the bra.

"Dare completed", she announced victoriously.

Once again the lads went crazy with approval at this but Rebecca still had the same reservation preventing her from appearing impressed. When Clare went to retrieve her underwear from the table, Rebecca got there first and snatched it up. "You're not allowed it back until the end of the game", she said bitterly. Clare seemed confused now. She had followed Rebecca's orders and won favour with the group but now seemed to be disapproved of even more by Rebecca herself. Rebecca was hell-bent on making her feel even more uncomfortable when she suddenly made the following announcement:

"Oh my God, her panties are all wet". Clare looked mortified but didn't say anything. "They're soaking", Rebecca went on, "have you been getting all horny down there?".

I don't know if Clare's pants really were wet but this new method of teasing her was rapidly winning Rebecca back into the boys' favour. They jeered and laughed at Clare and tried to cop a feel of the pants from Rebecca, although she kept them tightly concealed in her hand and would not allow them to. Rebecca carried on with her taunting: "they're all juicy and slimy", she went on, "she must be a right mess down there". I looked at Clare who was trying to keep a stiff upper lip but seemed really hurt. I felt I had to say something.

"Come on Rebecca", I protested, "that's not fair. Give them back to her".

Rebecca stopped her jeering and looked at me with astonishment. "Ooh sticking up for her now are we?", she said turning on me, "are you hoping that if she's turned on enough, she might take your virginity later?". Todd and Russell laughed even more at this and it spurred Rebecca on. "Maybe it was sitting next to you that made her all wet".

Heaven knows why any of us wanted to be friends with this unplesant girl but you know what teenagers are like. It takes time and maturity to realise there are more important qualities in life than popularity and hanging-out-with-the-right-people. At the time, I am embarrassed to say, my main concern was simply that I might be rejected from the group. Clare too seemed more troubled by this thought than whether or not she could retain her dignity.

"OK, your turn for a dare again", Rebecca said viciously, looking at me. "You like her so much, put your hand up her skirt". The boys loved this.
"What?"
"You heard! Shove your hand up her skirt. Touch her. Find out how wet she really is!" Rebecca was loving the power she was commanding.
"I, er..."
"Trying to get out of the dare are you?"
"No, I just..."
"Then DO it".

I won't pretend I didn't feel awkward and embarrassed but I saw the opportunity to redeem myself by carrying out this challenge and I could see that Clare felt the same way. Her eyes met mine and they seemed to be urging me to go for it rather than risk having us both fall out with Todd and Rebecca. So I reached my right arm under the table. Clare lifted her skirt up and replaced it over my hand. Todd let out a whoop of anticipation at this and you could tell from the look in his eyes that he was rather disappointed he couldn't see any of the details of what was about to happen.

"Fuck you bitch" snarled Larry.

"I'm not a bitch" sobbed Rita.

Larry felt bad for his angry words and put his arm around his wife. He kissed her and said he was sorry. Rita knew that her husband loved her and it was silly of her to be jealous. So what if his secretary was young and beautiful but when he had to go back to the office to work late that she became suspicious.

"Will you be back in time for supper?"

"No, it will take a long time" he sighed.

"How long?" she ask.

"Maybe midnight"

Larry knocked on his office door and Doreen opened it.

"I didn't think you were coming"

Larry looked at his secretary and said.

"I had an argument with my wife"

"About what?" she ask.

"You"

"Does she know?" ask the nervous woman.

"She's suspicious"

"We've got to be careful I don't want to cause a divorce" said Doreen.

Larry kissed the girl and said.

"I don't care, she is a lousy piece of ass anyway"

"You just love me because I let you have kinky sex with me and she won't"

"That's it" said Larry.

"Let's lock up the office and go to a motel" said Doreen.

"What if my wife calls?"

"Take the phone off the hook and she will think we are busy making calls"

"You are a smart woman" laughed Larry.

"I've had practice" she giggled.

When they got to the motel Doreen undressed and got on the bed. She rubbed her pussy to get it ready for her lover. Larry mounted her and fucked her until he was too tired to continue.

"Don't stop now sweetheart I haven't climaxed yet" gasp Doreen.

"Damn you're hard to please" replied Larry.

He finger fucked her cunt until his prick was hard again and renewed his effort.

"That's it baby, I'm going to uuuuuuunnnnhoh god!"

This time Larry pulled his prick out of her hole and squirted sperm on her face.

"I wish your wife could see this" she giggled.

"Do you want me to divorce her and marry you?"

"No way" said the girl.

"Why not?"

"I like my freedom"

"I don't blame you" said Larry.

When Larry got home he slept on the couch so he didn't have to fuck his wife. When Rita woke up that was the way she found him.

"Why didn't you sleep in the bed?"

"It was late and I didn't want to wake you"

Rita wrinkled up her nose and said.

"Are you trying to avoid having sex with me?"

"No" he stammered.

"You haven't done me for over a week now" she said tearfully.

"I'm sorry honey"

She fixed his breakfast and he hurried to work. He said he and his secretary had to go to a business meeting in Detroit for the weekend. Rita decided she would do something she always wanted to do. She put on her best dress without a bra or panties and took a taxi to a bar. If her husband didn't find her sexy maybe someone else would. She drank until she was drunk and no one made a pass at her. She was almost in tears when a handsome older man sat beside her and ask her if he could buy her a drink. Rita smiled at him and introduced herself. He said his name was Karl. They drank and talked until closing time. Rita told him she was married and he said he was divorced.

"Do you like me Karl?"

"Yes" he replied.

"My husband will be gone for the weekend so if you want you to make love to me now is the time"

"I'd like that" smiled the man.

Rita sat next to him in the car and pulled up her dress so he could finger fuck her while he was driving. She felt wicked and was going to give him the best sex he ever had. As soon as they were in the house she led him to her bedroom. They undressed and Rita lay on the bed and spread her lovely legs. She was pleasantly surprised when Karl ate her pussy before he fucked her. Larry never did that. When he mounted her his prick was so big Rita could feel it touch her womb and Rita had her first climax.

"UUUUnnnnGOD!" she moaned.

His big balls slapped against her ass in steady rhythm and Rita climaxed so much she felt faint. He was fantastic! The man kept fucking her even after he filled her hole with sperm. She didn't take birth control pills because her husband had a vasectomy and Rita knew she was taking a chance of getting pregnant. Finally he was done with her and she snuggled up to him.

"I'll do you again in the morning" he panted.

Rita kissed him and fell asleep in his arms. She woke up about dawn when Karl kissed her pussy. She spread her legs and let him lick her. This was a wonderful man and she wished she were married to him instead of Larry. When he was done having sex with her she ask.

"Why did your wife leave you?"

"She said I was perverted"

"What did you do?"

"I ate her cunt when she had her period"

"Oh my god, that's nasty" she gasp.

"Would you let me do it?"

"Yes" she giggled.

Karl kissed her and fucked her until she climaxed. Rita had tears of joy in her eyes because she knew she had fallen in love with him.

"If I leave my husband can I live with you?"

"I would like that" he whispered.

Rita got dressed and started packing. She took her clothes and personal papers. She left Larry a note telling him their marriage was over. Then she moved in with Karl.

***********************

"Can't you get another hard on?" pleaded Doreen.

"Not yet baby" panted Larry.

She grabbed his prick and sucked on it until it was half hard. When she tried to stuff it in her wet hole it went limp again.

"Son of a bitch!" she cried.

This weekend thing was not working out as Larry had expected. His secretary wanted to fuck every minute and he was tired of it.

"I think we should go home now" he said.

"You can go to hell you son of a bitch" said Doreen.

"You don't have to curse at me" protested Larry.

"Find another secretary to fuck, I quit" said the angry woman.

"Fine" said Larry.

When Larry saw his wife's note he cried. Now he had lost everything. Maybe he deserved it for being such an ass.

I had been working as a student teacher in Japan for seven months as part of a one year placement for my Masters Degree in Oriental Studies. Originally stationed in Osaka, which is a busy and sprawling Metropolis, I was now based on a remote island off the coast of the Inland Sea, where I was expected to see the year out. The contrast to the city was astonishing. This place was a Japan of the past - a tiny fishing village with about 400 inhabitants whose rural way of life had been preserved for generations. I stayed at a Ryokan inn on the seafront with a local family and taught at the little schoolhouse on the mountain-side amidst acres of cryptomeria forests.

There were children of many different ages who attended the school but all were taught English by me at least once a week, to a varying degree of sophistication. The classes were naturally small given the sparse population of the island, and my working day was rarely longer than two or three hours. In my free periods I would often explore the mountain, getting lost in miles of sweet-smelling summer forest, and find remote clearings where I would sit and gaze out at the horizon, as the sun shone down over the Inland sea.

I had always been intrigued by the Japanese - their language, customs and way of life. Spending time living among them had been an awesome experience. I loved the food and the unquestioning generosity of the people, and had even grown fond of sleeping on the floor at night beside sliding paper screens. I had also developed a rather insatiable desire for Japanese women. The most attractive Japanese women were petite but perfectly formed, with an almost porcelain beauty; their skin as white and clear as newly-fallen Hokkaido snow. Unfortunately there were fewer specimens on the island than there had been in the city, but there was one girl who attended my English class twice a week. Her name was Suwa and at 19 years old, she was one of the oldest of four students in the senior class.

Like most Japanese country girls of this age, Suwa gave the impression of being completely unversed in her own sexuality. She would attend my class (and often go elsewhere on the island) in her funny uniform, with its knee length white socks and short skirt. She seemed blissfully unaware of the sexy strip of thigh she was revealing. I would often wonder, when I saw Suwa in my class, or at the grocery store by the harbour, whether she had any idea what effect her stunning little figure had on me. But she tended to simply smile politely, showing no indication that she had any awareness at all. This was a striking contrast to what the average 19 year old girl was likely to be doing (and wearing!) in New York City, where I came from.

The events I wish to relate took place on a beatiful warm summer Wednesday in August. I had taught my only class scheduled for that day and seeing as the weather was so fine, with a cloudless blue sky and soft breeze blowing in from the ocean, I decided to go for one of my wanders in the forest. I began on the main pathway from the school through the towering cyptomeria trees, but then chose to climb a verge and head towards the bamboo forest. There was a lookout point I was especially fond of about half an hour up the mountain beyond this bamboo grove, with a bench I loved to sit on and wile away the hours. It was a steep climb but I took it at a leisurely pace and the reward that met me on the other side was well worth it. From this clearing on the Eastern plateau of the mountain was the most stunning view of the ocean and its hundreds of surrounding islands.

Just as I was about to take the last step up to my favourite clearing, I noticed the figure of a girl standing alone ahead of me, with her back to me. She was leaning up against the very bench that I had been expecting to sit on. A few moments later I recognised the girl to be Suwa. She was wearing her navy blue uniform as always, with its short skirt and white cotton socks up to the knees. She had a camera in her hands – the Japanese adore taking photographs like no other race on the planet – and was looking out at the beautiful scenery through its viewfinder.

I called out a greeting in Japanese. Suwa turned and recognized me immediately, greeting me with a few badly pronounced words of what she clearly believed was exemplary English. We weren’t in class so I smiled and didn’t bother to correct her. “Isn’t it beautiful”, I observed in Japanese, looking out at the spectacular view ahead. Suwa said nothing but nodded ascent whilst repositioning her camera to assess the possibilities of a theoretical photograph of this landscape. Then all of a wonderful sudden, my attention was caught by something more spectacular than the lush panorama we had both been surveying.

Suwa had innocently bent forward over the bench, her eyes and hands still pressed to the camera, busy assessing the potential for a photograph from this curious new angle. And she appeared to have no idea that in doing so, her skirt had ridden up and she was exposing the most exquisite view of her tiny little peach of a bottom, in a pair of white cotton pants. The smooth bare skin of the backs of her thighs was completely exposed, as well as a tantalising glimpse of the small panty-covered mound between her legs, with a few dark strands of pubic hair emerging from the sides. Good Lord, I thought to myself, this girl is divine and she doesn’t have a clue.

My study of her pert little rear, beautifully exposed as it was to the bright sunshine, was suddenly broken by Suwa proffering an explanation of what it was she was trying to photograph from down there: “I want to catch the ferryboat as it comes around the corner” she said, pointing out to sea, her eye still pressed tightly to the viewfinder of her camera. She was referring to the mainland ferry which came to the island four times a day to collect and deliver supplies, residents and visitors. The third arrival of the day would have left the mainland at 3pm and it seemed she wished to photograph the ferryboat as it appeared from behind a shrine on the mountain-side. This would indeed have made a lovely photograph. She was bent over like this in order to line-up a particular angle of the boat that would mean it was framed by the bamboo forest as it appeared around the corner. I looked at my watch and judged that as the boat had departed from the mainland at 3, there would be at least another ten minutes before it could possibly be visible from this spot on the island. I thought better of telling her this fact however in case she stopped leaning over the bench the way she was. Instead I said, “well, you are in a perfect position down there to get the best photograph of it. I wouldn’t move if I were you. It will be coming past any minute”. “I must wait”, she laughed and tried to keep her camera hand as steady as she could.

I went back to looking at her sublime little derrier and the pale, almost translucent flesh of her exposed thighs. For a brief moment they seemed so close and accessible. Without thinking what I was doing, I reached a hand down and placed it on one of them. The moment it hit her what I had done was probably the same moment it fully hit me. She froze in surprise. What on Earth was I thinking? My behaviour got worse. Instead of removing my hand, I trailed my fingers very softly along the flesh of her inside leg. She stayed frozen but surprisingly didn’t lift her body back from over the bench. Her gaze stayed fixed on the viewfinder of the camera, although I could see she was no longer thinking about the photograph.

I suddenly came to my senses and felt alarmed that I might have terrified her. Quickly removing my hand, I struggled to think of something I could say that might diffuse the situation. Naturally nothing came to mind. I mean what could one say in the circumstances? I felt like a dirty old man when I was supposed to be her teacher. Surprisingly Suwa stayed where she was and even appeared disappointed that I had removed my hand. I tested this perception by placing it back upon her thigh. This time she didn’t freeze or tense at all, although she did remain perfectly still. She continued to keep the camera clamped to her face.

I decided to try experimenting with taking the situation a little further and I tentatively placed my free hand on to her other thigh. This time she moved a fraction, but not in order to flinch from the touch. She was actually trying to bend her body further over the bench by coming on to tip-toe, and the resulting effect was that her bottom and thighs were being thrust closer towards me. My hands stayed where they were - one each on the backs of her legs - and I began to delicately caress her smooth flesh. I was careful not to allow my fingers to stray too far between her thighs in case she become nervous and require me to stop.

Suwa had let the camera fall away from her face by now but was still holding it in her hand. Taking even more of her body’s weight on to her waist and elbows, she tried to bend still further over the bench. It was clear she was intent on providing me with as much unrestricted access as she could to the region I was caressing. This gave me a further boost of courage and I increased the area of her legs that I was massaging to include her buttocks. I pulled her skirt up fully to expose as much of the general area as I could, and ran my hands over her bottom from the outside of her underwear. This met with an even clearer sign of approval from Suwa and she pushed her rear end closer towards me.

Strangely she remained silent throughout, despite the fact it was clear from the way her backside was rotating to the rhythm of my caress, that she was enjoying what I was doing. The more I played with her petite bottom in this way, the more her thighs began to ease gently apart. I seized the opportunity to explore the insides of her legs. My fingers came within centimetres of the crotch of her clean white underwear, upon which the faintest ring of moisture had now appeared. I took a finger and gently ran it along the gusset to where the damp patch was visible. She gave a sharp intake of breath. I could feel how moist the cotton was beneath my fingers.

Feeling bolder now, I lifted my hands and carefully began to down peel her pants. She nervously shifted the weight of her pelvis away from the bench in order to allow me to take them past by her waist. It was an unforgettably arousing sight to see her pert little naked buttocks appear exposed to the cool outdoor air. I lowered the pants to her feet and she tremblingly lifted one leg to allow me to free her from them. It was slightly awkward for her to do so because she was still wearing her shoes and she had to raise her knee quite high in order for me to get them off. This afforded me a devastating glimpse of her little pink pussy, all sticky, with its lips slightly parted.

I felt my penis bulge from inside my trousers as I looked down at this young Oriental beauty bent double over the bench in her knee-length socks, with her little bottom and pussy on display for all the world to see. I lowered myself to the ground and moved my face closer towards them. Suwa froze again. This time it was before I had even touched her. With my tongue no more than a breath away from her damp little snatch, I smelt the sweet scent of this most private part of her. It was all the more glorious in the outside air. Stretching my tongue out, I lapped up a drop of juice that glistened on the outer lips. It was an indecently delicious taste. She reacted right away, sticking her bottom out with a jolt. And yet she still produced no audible sound.

I paused, waiting for the tension to leave, before once again sliding my tongue along her wet slit. She shuddered this time. Her balance became wobbly and I had to steady her by placing my hands around her bare thighs. She took advantage of the new support I was providing by widening the space between her legs and pushing her bottom further into the air, pressing her slippery cunt into my face. I buried myself in the goo-drenched flesh, darting my tongue around with drunken abandon.

With increasing speed now she started to buck her hips and writhe back and forth upon my face, until she was more or less riding my outstretched tongue. I changed my grasp from her thighs to her buttocks. With one thumb at the base of each cheek, I parted the flesh and revealed an even more intimate view of her little cunt lips, oozing with liquid. I had to stop mouth-fucking her at regular intervals just to take another look. It was an indescribable view - the swollen little pink pouch and surrounding flesh all covered in her own sticky juices. I buried my face in the general area, allowing the tip of my tongue to stray up to her tiny ass-hole, which was now similarly drenched in goo.

I think she must have had a powerful orgasm at this point because although she still barely uttered a sound, her body began to shake violently and her breathing was all over the place. She pressed her bottom against my face and gripped tight to either side of the bench, her pussy rippling in little spasms against my tongue. I was impossibly turned on by the sexy display and when it was over, I stood back up. Suwa stayed where she was, still trying to catch her breath.

I unfastened the button of my fly and thinking it more prudent to keep my trousers on (given the potentially public nature of the place), I went about readjusting the boxer shorts I was wearing underneath. When this was accomplished my swollen cock emerged from the button-hole of my trousers and pants, and stuck proudly out in front of me, higher than I had ever remembered seeing it. Suwa looked up at me for the first time. I don’t know if she saw the big erection I had just freed, but she nevertheless appeared anxious about what I might be going to do next. She chose to stay quite happily where she was however, her little pink pussy still exposed to the air.

My penis was warm and slippery from the semen that had no doubt been seeping out into my shorts since the encounter began. It pointed angrily up at the sky, just a few inches from Suwa’s bare bottom. She was still bent double over the bench with her genitals on full display. I edged closer until the tip was just nudging the outer lips. In retrospect, I can’t imagine how it was that I didn’t come on the spot. Her bottom was so petite (much like the rest of her), it made my erection appear enormous by contrast. I had to bend my knees in order to be able to guide it properly inside her. Once I had managed, I returned to a standing position and the power of it almost lifted her off the ground. This time she did audibly gasp, but checked herself and immediately fell silent again, although her face remained contorted.

The sensation of being inside this girl was electric and I began to thrust myself quite vigorously back and forth into the clandestine warmth of her pussy. It was a tight squeeze and it appeared indecently sexy to watch this huge cock thrusting in and out of the slippery crack between the tight cheeks of her little bottom. I placed my hands against the sides of the bench to enable me greater momentum as I fucked. Then bringing her up to a near-standing position, I reached around and slid my hands under her shirt and blazer. My fingers found the smooth surface of her belly and I tugged her bra up above her tits. They were released into the palms of my hands. She gasped audibly again. I pulled the shirt up until it was riding above her breasts, and delighted in the fact that her stomach and tits were now exposed to the Inland Sea.

All thought of prudence and discretion had left me by this point and I clumsily undid the top button of my trousers and let them fall to the ground around my feet. I had to stop fucking her for a moment in order to pull the waistband of my boxer shorts down over my erection. It felt intensely erotic as I pulled out of Suwa for a moment and exposed myself to the outdoor air. Having been freed from the restraint of trousers and pants, and now naked from the waist down, I continued to doggy-fuck this beautiful Japanese girl, watching my swollen cock slide with delicious ease in and out between her pussy lips.

Guiding her body down over the bench again I returned her to a bending position, my hands still groping at the adorable little tits that hung in front of her. It was difficult to tell how much Suwa was enjoying all this. She showed less obvious pleasure than when I had been licking her bottom previously. But I was too far gone by now to care. I knew that fairly soon I was going to come. I thought better than risk making Suwa pregnant so I pulled my swollen cock out of her. It felt deliciously exciting again as it met the open air. Grasping her buttocks firmly in my hands, I replaced my cock in the slippery gap made by the clasped cheeks of her bottom, and started to buck up and down like a possessed animal.

I glanced down at her funny knee-length socks and then back up at this huge well-oiled erection that was so urgently fucking the cleavage of her ass. That was it. With a sudden jolt, the most sublime orgasm overwhelmed me. I staggered forward, still frantically trying to continue my fucking motion against her bottom as a huge stream of sperm shot out from my cock and landed on one of her buttocks. I staggered back as another jet flew out and splashed against the lips of her cunt. Twitching in violent spasms my cock continued to spit out further streams, one of which I directed at her ass-hole and another that flew out across her thigh. A few final spurts of semen shot in the air and came down beside our two pairs of feet. I stepped back, feeling lightheaded and still reeling from the dizzying pleasure of the ejaculation.

Suwa stayed where she was for a moment and then pulled her shirt down and lowered the little skirt over her bare, spunk-covered bottom. She straightened up and gathered her white pants from the ground. I could see more clearly now how wet they had been. Instead of putting them back on, she placed them in her bag.

Rapidly her attitude changed completely and she became smiling, carefree and innocent again. Picking up her camera from the soil – where it must have dropped at some point in the proceedings – she went back to lining up theoretical photos of the sea by looking through the viewfinder.

“Look” she said suddenly, completely delighted, “there’s the ferryboat…”

This is a continuation of how it all started with me becoming my hubby's slut.

After the first initiation into fucking another dick besides my hubby's he started telling me how he about how he thought I would love being fucked by more than one at a time. I asked if he meant fucking one and then fucking the other and he said no. He wanted me to have both of them at the same time. He said one could be fucking my pussy and I could be sucking the other one's dick.

This was sounding good to me and I asked if he was going to be the second guy along with Billy who I had been fucking. He said no he wanted to be able to fuck me after they had finished cumming in my pussy and mouth. He said he had a friend that he knew would love to share my body with another man and asked if I wanted him to set it up. I was getting turned on talking about it and told him sure. Later that day he told me he had talked to Billy and Joe, his friend, and they were ready to go. He told me it was set for the next day.

The next day Billy showed up first, I guess since we had been fucking he was ready for some more of my pussy. He and I sat on the couch and he started asking me how I thought it would be with two guys using my body for their pleasure. As we talked he begin rubbing my legs and feeling my tits. I had slipped on a skirt and thin blouse and that was all no under garments at all since I knew I wouldn't be dressed for very long anyway.

I was getting pretty hot by the time the Joe showed up and we went straight into the bed room. Billy evidently knew the Joe too and he started to tell him what a hot piece of ass I was. They took off my blouse and skirt and laid me on the bed. Billy continued to tell the Joe about me. Saying how he loved for me to suck his dick and that I had an educated tongue. They were both playing with my tits and Billy slid his hand down and began fingering my pussy and started telling Joe what a tight hot pussy I had. Hearing all this and having them feeling me up I was so ready for them to fuck me. I told them to get their clothes off and bring me their dicks to suck and fuck. They stripped and Billy went straight for my pussy and told Joe to slide his dick in my mouth and get the best blow job he ever had.

I was on my back and Billy had my legs in the air ramming his big dick in my pussy and Joe was standing next to the bed and I was trying to suck his dick, but Billy was ramming me so hard I was having a little trouble sucking on it like I wanted. I told Billy to stop and pull out and I turned over and got on my hands and knees and told Joe to lie down in front of me. I told Billy he could slide back in my pussy and I took Joe's dick in my mouth. Being like this every time Billy rammed his dick in me I took Joe's dick deeper in my mouth and whem Billy pulled back I let Joe's dick slide out some. It wasn't long before Billy started shooting a load of cum in my pussy. I had been careful with Joe and every time he looked like he might be getting ready to cum I would let him slip out of my mouth and just lick it a little with my tongue. I had him in a frenzy and after Billy slid out of my pussy I told Joe and Billy to swap places.

Joe was around me in a flash and was shoving his dick in me and Billy in front of me with his dick covered inmy pussy juice and his cum. Joe began pumping me and I knew he wouldn't last long with the sucking I had given him and I took Billy dick in my mouth and began working on getting it hard again and ready to fuck. My pussy and his cum tasted so good and with Joe pounding me I had two orgasm in a row my pussy tightening on Joe's dick each time making him explode in me with a big load of cum. He left his dick in me and reached around and started to play with my tits as I continued to suck Billy's dick. I tightened and relaxed my pussy lips milking Joe's dick and I could feel him starting to get hard in me again.

My pussy was pretty sloppy by then with two loads of cum in it and though I had never done it before I told Joe to move up to my ass and fuck it. He was more than willing and with the cum and pussy juice he worked it in me and I have never felt something so good. Joe began slowly to pump my ass waiting till I was able to really relax and let him go all out. I started working on Billy's dick again and Joe began to really started pounding my ass. I could feel his balls slapping against my pussy every time he rammed into me. He reached under me and started fingering my pussy as he continued to pump into my ass and I began climaxing again. Joe started cumming in my ass and Billy let a load go in my mouth. After that we were all pretty spent and they got up dressed and kissed me and told me what an outstanding fuck I was.

I decided not to get up and clean up since my hubby was due home in just a short while. When he walked in, I called him into the bed room and when he saw me a big grin came over his face. He asked how was it and I told him to take off his clothes and join me and I would tell him all about it. When he got in the bed I kissed him and ask if he could taste Billy's cum in my mouth and he said yes. I told him that I had my pussy fucked twice and both times they had cum in me and I had sucked off Billy until he had cum in my mouth and I told him I had been ass fucked by Joe. I had been playing with my hubby's dick while telling him this and he had been rubbing his hands over my body and tits.

When I told him the part about getting ass fucked he shot a load of cum and I started to milk his dick as I slid down and took it in my mouth to lick that delicious cum up. I sucked him for awhile and then he slid over me and put his dick in my pussy and told me he could feel their cum all around his dick. We fucked off and on up into the night and we both agreed that this was not going to be my last threesome.