Kisslovers's Blog

For a whole month now I'd been fantasising about Yuki, the Japanese exchange student staying with our family. She was so damn innocent, not at all like the outlandish Japanese girls I'd been watching lately on the internet. They would allow any kind of perversion I could think of to be done to them, and then some.

I longed for Yuki to be in my office right now, licking my testicles as I jerked my straining penis, my legs spread and feet up on the desk. The thought added intensity to my pornography viewings, and I had to constantly restrain my ejaculation, wiping each globule of clear pre-seminal fluid onto my lips as it seeped from me.

I wondered what she would be wearing right now, tucked into her bed. Would she be in t-shirt and panties? Pyjamas? I wondered what they wore to bed in Japan, on those little tatami mats and low slung matresses I'd seen in the films. What kind of dreams would they dream, how did they think? Were they so different from us here in Australia? Their sexuality seemed so incredibly advanced compared to the rest of the world.

On screen a rather large breasted young girl was on her knees on the floor as man after man came forth and ejaculated ropes of sperm into her open mouth. She seemed to love it, which I found exceptionally strange. Western women would gag in revulsion at such images and many feminists would scream bloody … It even took me some time just to be able to look at such a scene without feeling a sense of revulsion. Yet now I was beginning to find it strangely compelling, as my westernised sensitivities started to loosen up and I began to open my mind to other possibilities in life.

I glanced at the clock in the corner of the screen. It was already two in the morning. I'd been up here for three hours, supposedly finishing my doctorate, which was almost overdue. My wife, Eva, daughter Elizabeth, and of course Yuki, were all fast asleep, despite the steadily increasing thrashings of a tropical summer storm.

I knew I should finish up soon, shoot my load into a tissue and retire to bed so I wouldn't be too drained for work tomorrow. I began to skip forward to the final scenes of the movie, the part I could only watch when my balls were tight, crinkled little sensitive walnuts and the head of my penis was bulbous and constantly seeping clear fluid.

The girl held a cup full of semen up to her lips as if it were the last drink she would ever have. There must have been the seed of some fifty or so men right there in that beaker. Why they used scientific tools I'll never know. Her smooth skin was so shiny with sperm she couldn't open her eyes and even some of her hair was matted and sticky. Just the thought of a girl so in love with such a product, so willing to fill her belly with it, so outrageously oversexed, made me finally willing to allow the brewing explosion deep within me to make its way to the surface. She looked like some kind of starving, biblical, … whore of Babylon.

All of a sudden I heard a strange tapping.

My cock convulsing, I managed to hold back, removing my earphones and straining to hear it again, wondering if I should be pulling my pants back up. Was there somebody out there or was it merely the storm. I knew one thing, I sure as hell didn't want to be caught in such a compromising position. Eva had never understood my fascination with pornography.

Tap, tap, tap.

There it was again. Oh shit, it must be Eva, I thought, wrenching my pants up my legs as quietly as possible and quickly closing the movie page.

Slowing myself down, I made an effort to quietly put away my tissues and tuck my steel rod under the elastic waistband of my pants, then leant forward slightly as I opened the study door.

As the door swung open I was shocked to see Yuki standing there.

She seemed terribly embarrassed as her cheeks were marshmallow pink.

But God, she looked delectable. Wearing a white, oversized T-shirt that had a baseball on it as well as some Japanese characters. Her black hair reflected the light from my desk lamp, shimmering with health, thickness and vitality. Her eyes were liquid pools of darkness, as wide and bright as a doe caught in the headlights and not knowing which way to hop.

"Oh... I'm so sorry Mr. Dowell... I don't want disturbing you..."

I motioned with my finger to my lips so as not to wake the rest of the household. "No, no Yuki," I smiled, realising I myself felt slightly warm in the face. "That's quite alright." I waved her in. Only so the others wouldn't be woken by our conversation.

I wondered what was wrong. Then, realising my penis was making a tent in my shirt, I coughed in a pathetic attempt to distract her from noticing and quickly sat down. Yet I was sure she had seen it. It stuck out like a... Well, like an erect penis. My heart pounded as I wondered what kind of a perverse man she would think I was and what I had been up to. I felt my face get even hotter.

"What is it?" I prompted, taking in the small mounds of her breasts in my peripheral vision as I looked into her eyes with concern. God, all I could think of was how delicious she looked, how much I wanted to pull her toward me and kiss her milky white skin.

"It's the storm. It makes me feel... really frightened. Oh, I'm so sorry to bother you.... It's just, well, I saw the light under your door, and I wondered...." She almost cringed with embarrassment. "I wondered if you could accompany me to... To the bathroom."

My heart stopped beating.

"I mean... Just if you could stand outside the door while I went... Just so I know someone's there. It's the wind. The noise it makes really scares me. It's so silly of me, I know."

It certainly was true and now that I'd removed my headphones, I realised that there was certainly an eerie quality to the wind tonight. That eerie howling sound, like air being sucked through small cracks and crevices by the old house. I remembered also being afraid when I was a kid and running to my parents bedroom for comfort.

I smiled affectionately. "Sure Yuki, that's no problem. I'd be happy to, although I'm not too sure if it is the proper thing for me to be doing..."

"Oh, that's okay," she said, crestfallen. "It's no problem, I'm sure I can go by myself."

"Well, no no, it's not that. It's just..." I sighed, smiling, wondering how to explain the situation.

"I won't tell anyone you helped me like this if you don't want me too..." She gave me a brave smile. "I don't want you to have shame... To lose face."

God, how I wished my erection would subside. I would step on razorblades to help Yuki, especially in a situation such as this. Over the past few weeks I'd really come to adore her sweet attitude and kind heart. She always went out of her way to help everyone.

"I'd love to..." I stammered, "I mean... I'll help you Yuki. It's no problem at all."

She beamed gratefully, clasping her hands together and bowing slightly. God, how I loved it when she did that.

"Can we go now? I really need to... Oshiko..." She giggled slightly, covering her mouth with her hand, her nails the colour of perfect pearls, with a pinkish natural hue underneath.

I smiled, surreptitiously tucking my penis back below my waistband and standing up in front of my chair.

Together we tiptoed up the hall toward the bathroom, neither of us saying a word. Indeed it was as if there was some kind of understanding between us. I felt like a naughty schoolkid again, trying not to wake up mum and dad. Although, this time, I was the dad, and I was trying not to wake up my wife and daughter.

Eva. Jesus, what would she think about this little escapade? What the hell did I think about it? Was it ethical? Was it morally responsible? Was it wrong? I guessed in my mind I could pass it off as some kind of cultural difference. Maybe it was normal in Japan for a man, not even of the family, to accompany a girl less than half his age to the … Was it? Now was not the time to worry. Now was just the time to do.

As she walked before me I watched the twin mounds of her tiny buttocks flex with each measured step beneath her shirt. I could clearly see the line of her panties on the crest of each cheek. I gulped as my mouth started to water.

I realised how much I didn't want anyone to wake up and ruin this very intimate moment I was sharing with little Yuki. I was hoping she understood that Eva most likely wouldn't see this as the innocent event it most certainly was.

Wasn't it?

The … was a small separate room next to the bathroom, with a slight hint of lavender scent from the vase of flowers Eva had set on the high windowsill.

Yuki turned the handle slowly and pushed the door open. Outside the wind's howls increased in volume, and the sounds of branches slapping against the house intensified.

No wonder she was frightened.

I felt odd, standing there beside the door, as Yuki turned and gave me an innocent and grateful smile. She pushed the door gently toward me as she stood in front of the … I took the handle and helped her close it, although she stopped me just before it clicked into the frame. She motioned with her hand for me to wait, and to leave it slightly ajar.

My heart pounded with immediate, fiery desire. I don't think I've ever been so aroused in my entire life. I was turning day by day into more and more of a sick, twisted pervert. The iron rod in my pants and the thoughts of this beautiful, fragile young creature behind the door, probably pulling her panties down this very moment, was making me forget where I was. She was making me forget who I was.

I held my breath, listening to every shuffle, every rustle of clothing, every click of the … seat, waiting for the musical sounds of her relieving herself.

I wondered what her panties looked like. What colour they would be? Would they be taut against her pubic mound? Her vaginal lips tightly together, without so much as a hint of her labia minora peeking out from between? Would the material be slightly impressed into the crease? Would she be silky and moist?

How would she smell? Would her scent hold a hint of the orient from which she had sprung? Would it be fresh like a spring stream, slightly damp with the fragrance of a rainforest, subtle, delicate and fluid? Would her pubic hair be thick and bushy, reminiscent of the lush, lengthy body of hair on her head? Or would it be light, a few soft strands perched atop what I was certain, would be the most beautiful sexual organ on a woman the earth had ever produced.

I allowed my hand to slide under my tank top, to cup the peeping head of my manhood. It was so wet with pre-come I feared my shirt would be dampened.

From the slowly widening wide gap came the sounds of a few drops of liquid falling into water. A sigh of contentment, almost washed away by the thrashing wind. Then the subtle hiss of her stream leaving her urethra and gushing against the inner wall of the bowl.

I realised my cock was in my hand, my fist circling it and squeezing it with each pulsing throb. My mind was lost, I was a bird in the sky, without a home, without a conscience, without a sense of shame.

All too soon, I heard her stream start to dwindle and I slowly emerged from my cocoon. Quickly I slipped my cock back under my waistband, almost ejaculating inside my shirt. I heard Yuki shuffle slightly, the sound of … paper ripping, and a patting sound as she gently wiped the droplets from herself.

She pulled the door inwards and I caught the slightest glimpse of tight, powder pink panties before her shirt dropped to cover them.

Had she done that on purpose? Over the years I'd come to realise that women have a certain power that they use over men, a glimpse of lace, a hint of plump thigh. The jury was still undecided as to whether they acted consciously or not, but whatever it was, there was certainly some level of awareness of the effects their subtle actions had on the male of the species.

Or was there? An erect penis is perhaps the male equivalent of this phenomenon, with the strange ability to override a male's usual sensibilities, lower his levels of willpower and put him in touch with dormant, animalistic, caveman-like urges.

She smiled when our eyes met. It was a smile that indicated she could read the lust on my face and sense what I had been thinking. I guess I wasn't hiding it very well. I could smell a faint scent in the air of her pee, and behind that scent, like the unfolding of flavour from a fine wine on the tongue, was a perfect aroma of female fertility and sexuality.

She looked down at the bulge in my pants, and the wet spot at the tip of the peak, and gazed back up into my eyes.

There was a look on her face I remembered well. It was a look my wife wore many years before, when we had only just met, when we were still in our teens.

It was a look of urgent need.

Without a word she motioned me forward. Without a word I came forward, my mouth suddenly dry, my mind on free-fall auto-pilot.

She gently closed the door behind me and we were alone in the … the wind merely background noise to the rush of blood in my ears.

She closed the … lid and sat down, her face level with my erection, and licked her lips erotically.

I gulped. There was no time to think. Thinking was not an option.

She raised her hand, sweeping back bangs of inky black hair and reaching forward, slowly, ever so slowly, her hand hovering before my straining erection.

"Is it okay?" she whispered.

I could only nod in response.

She rubbed my dick with both hands, a low moan escaping her, her eyes closing in lust and abandon.

Her finger touched the wetness, rubbing it then feeling the texture between her fingers.

She hooked the waistband and pulled my pants out and over, freeing my cock like a jack-in-the-box, to stand boldly red, inches from her moist, parted lips.

A faint thought drifted unwanted through my mind.

This was wrong.

We shouldn't be doing this.

I shouldn't be doing this.

I'm old enough to be her father. I'm supposed to be looking after her.

The thoughts dissipated with the first wet, silken lap of her tongue.

It felt like my penis was at one hundred degrees and I had just dipped the tip into ice water. Or I'd been rubbing it on sandpaper and the tip was now encased in cool chocolate mousse. The soothing sensation unlike any other.

It was ecstasy. Heaven. A dream. A wish come true.

Her mouth encased the head and a low moan escaped her as I shuddered, feeling a knot of fluid slide up the shaft and escape into her mouth.

This only spurred her on. I could see her tasting my fluid, rolling it around on her tongue, as if testing it on each and every tastebud, before letting it dissolve into part of her own saliva.

She encased my cock with her right hand, her left moving to my balls and she began bobbing her head up and down on my penis, sucking, slurping, juicing me for all I was worth.

I didn't want it to ever end. It was the most delicious sensation I could imagine. I held her head lovingly, feeling the luxurious texture of her hair as her tongue swirled around the glans of my erection.

Her fingers stroking my balls slipped lower, onto my perineum, pressing gently.

It was too much. My prostate awoke and my penis began jerking with warning of impending impact.

Her finger went further back and pressed into my anus.

Where she learnt these amazing skills I'll never know.

Nor did I care.

I exploded within her with tremendous ferocity. I could feel rope after rope enter her waiting mouth, filling her and coating her with my seed.

Her finger curled, the tip entering me as I continued to ejaculate.

Her mouth lifted off, cheeks bulging, and another squirt fired off, arching over her face like a long sticky spider-web, then landing, clinging to her hair and face.

Another surge followed by another. Her lips again tried to capture the molten sperm as her finger, hooked in my ass, pulled my cock toward her. I don't think I've ever come so much in my entire life.

She looked up at me with innocence and delight, smiled, and opened her mouth.

It was flooded with white and transparent semen. She rolled her tongue around in it as if it was the tastiest beluga caviar known to man, as I watched transfixed. Her finger dug deeper, massaging my prostate affectionately.

She closed her lips and her eyes and I could see her mouth working it to the back of her throat, then a large gulp, ingesting the mouthful of semen like the porn starlet on the movies I had just been watching.

I stood speechless, the magnitude of what I had just done crashing upon me.

My life, my wife, my family.

And Yuki.

Why is it women always seem infinitely more knowledgeable than men?

All my life, in moments like these, I realised men knew basically nothing. We thought we knew it all, oh sure, but the reality was we … pawns playing a game of which we didn't really understand the rules.

She slowly withdrew her finger from my nether regions, licked her lips and stood up, tearing off a few squares of … paper.

I stood there quivering with fear at my mistake. Frightened for myself; for what lay ahead.

Yuki only smiled, without a worry in the world.

"Thankyou Mr. Dowell, I needed that badly."

She opened the door and walked away, looking back only to throw me a smile and a soft giggle.

When I'd finally pulled myself together, showered and brushed my teeth I made my way to bed.

Thinking that the wages of sin is death, I lay down beside Eva. I knew I would never be able to get to sleep. I was filled with a dread that left me pensive. The feeling of utter satisfaction from what had just taken place and the looseness of my balls was strangled by cloying sense of guilt.

In the morning I would most likely begin paying penance for what I'd done, in one way or another. We always did.

That was when I realised Eva was not asleep. Her breathing was heavy and inconsistent.

She only said five words.

That was all that was needed to strike an almost heart-attack-like response.

All she said was...

"I know what you've done."

It was the first time I had actually seen my life flash before my eyes.

The images of … my wedding to Eva, her parents, seeing Elizabeth in the maternity ward when she was first born, the look on Eva's face... Her long blonde hair, her delicate nose. These images blended with the fresh, innocent young face of Yuki, our Japanese Exchange Student, as she licked her lips, my sperm still in her mouth and globules of it still clinging to her face and hair. I could still feel the absence left by her finger in my anus...

Was this the end of everything I had known up until now?

My wife, my family? My entire little world?

Destroyed?

"I know what you've done."

Eva had left her words hanging in the darkness of our bedroom as I lay beside her, her back to me.

I knew the longer I said nothing, the guiltier I became. Yet there was nothing I could say. The thought flickered into my mind, maybe she was talking about something else?

Yeah right, at three in the morning, 'what the hell else would she be talking about?' screamed the rational part of my brain.

I decided to speak. To fess up. Amazingly, at this stage I suddenly realised lying would only plonk me into even deeper shit than I was undoubtedly already in.

Closing my eyes, I gently lay my hand upon my darling wife, gazing upon her long legs and the rollercoaster ride of her hips down to her slender waist. "Sweetie," I began, "I'm sorry."

For a long moment she didn't even move or speak. And then slowly, I felt her muscles tensing, followed by a deep, wrenching sob.

My heart was torn slowly apart, like a strongman tearing a telephone book in half. I felt tears involuntarily spring to my eyes and I pulled Eva toward me, holding her against my body.

I held her tightly, not wanting to let go, for fear I knew the beginning of the end would be about to start. She had always said that one day I would cheat on her. And she'd also always promised that when it happened, as there really had never been an 'if', which I'd always resented, that she would leave me without looking back.

Finally, I felt her shudders of tears subside and she moved slightly away from me.

"Tell me what you've done," she sniffed.

"Oh God Eva," I moaned, wiping a tear from my cheek with the back of my hand. "I don't know what came over me."

I knew she wouldn't understand the spell an erect penis puts a man under. Hell, I didn't understand it myself. All I know is that you become superman, untouched by emotion or regret. Nothing matters but emptying the seed. I know its the reason I jerk myself off every night to different girls on the internet. It somehow tamed the savage beast within, allowing me to walk down the street in my lunchbreak and not want to imagine burying my face between the buttocks of every tight arse in a corporate skirt that walked by.

All I am is a man, a weak pathetic man, guided by an instinct that is one of the few things modern society has not yet been able to completely control.

Fuck it.

"Go on," she urged.

I gulped, swallowing my guilt, my pride, my weakness. All of a sudden I wanted to tell her everything about it. I wanted to free myself from the stifling guilt I was feeling, not only tonight but every day of my life. The guilt I felt for wanting to fuck everything that moved. For wanting to taste them, smell them, squirt my come onto them, into them, watch them share it with a friend. I wanted to be their dessert.

And tonight, with that look on Yuki's face as she savoured my come, I knew I had been. And I fucking loved every second of it. If that was a crime, then damn it, lead me to the gallows right now.

"Eva, Yuki sucked my dick tonight."

She didn't respond, not even a twitch. So I carried on idiotically, regardless.

"She came to my office and asked me to take her to the bathroom. She said she was frightened by the storm."

I could feel weights lifting from me. Now that it was out, it was getting easier. 'The truth will set you free.'

"I told her I would, although I knew it was probably not the right thing to do, but I thought it might be another cultural difference, you know, like the one we had before.

I waited outside the door while she went, but I was so hard because I had been watching pornos. I know you hate it when I do that, but I need to, for some reason. I don't know why.

Anyway, when she opened the door she saw my hard-on, and I could tell by the look in her eyes she wanted it. So... Well, I guess I gave it to her."

I breathed a huge sigh, waiting for Eva to jump up and start yelling, going nuts at me, or worse, not saying a word, just quietly packing her things and leaving.

"And did you like it?"

The question took me by surprise. Did I like it? What the hell?

"Um, yeah, I guess I did, but I feel really bad about doing it. I know it was wrong."

"I don't care about all that," Eva said, in a surprisingly cool tone of voice.

"You don't?"

"No." She turned around, flicking on the bedside light. "Actually, I asked her to do it."

What? All of a sudden, I was the one who felt anger. Or was it shock? I don't know what it was, but the feelings gushing forth within me were so alarmingly bizarre it was as if I never understood my entire world, and now it was becoming even more complex.

She smiled at me, a wicked smile that brought back memories of the days before we were married. Her sucking me while we were in the car, while I was driving down the freeway. Crazy, stupid things you only do when you're a teenager.

"I know you've been frustrated for years," she said, a hint of a smile on her pink lips. "So I thought it was time you had some fun again. After all, we only live once."

"Okay," I said, wondering if I was wandering inadvertently into some kind of trap.

She reached under the pillow and removed a pink piece of fabric. It only took a second to realise they were someone's panties. But they certainly weren't Eva's.

Then I realised whose panties they were.

"o you know whose underpants these are?" Eva teased, her eyes narrowing, the corner of her mouth curling up into a smile.

"Are they... Why do you... What's going on?" I stammered.

"Yuki and I have been, how should I put this, becoming quite close over the past couple of weeks."

"What?" I gasped, my guilt and shame suddenly forgotten. Images of my wife and Yuki flooded into my mind, limbs twisted together, shining wet fingers, tangles of pubic hair, tongues slithering, pinched tight little apertures.

I felt a familiar jolt of the stranger that shared my body waking up, it's tube like body arched across my thigh, thickening, moving, swelling up alarmingly quickly.

Eva held the panties from the tip of her index finger before my face.

"Smell them," she smiled.

I gulped, inching my face forward to the powdery pink piece of cotton before me, the edges of the material trimmed by a simple looping pattern.

I had dreamed of Yuki's vagina. I'd had hour long masturbation sessions imagining what it would look and smell and taste like.

Yet I'd never even seen her panties before. I stayed out of her room out of respect for her privacy, and she was a girl who never left a single thing out of place, so I'd never seen her panties lying around.

"Where did you get these?" I asked, taking a tentative sniff, the panties touching the tip of my nose.

"Oh, she has a pair of mine, and I have a pair of hers. We planned this whole thing. We've been sleeping together religiously."

"My God, I would never have thought. I didn't think you even liked sex anymore."

"No", she said, ignoring me. "You've got to really smell them. Her pussy is like heaven. I take it you haven't seen it yet? It's incredible, so much more beautiful than mine."

"No, I mean, only what I've told you. I've never... I mean, I've never done anything more."

"Well my silly husband, you are certainly in for a treat!"

All of a sudden I loved her more than ever. The distance between us seemed to be racing back to where it used to be. She was my wife, my soul mate, my one and only true love. Even though our sex life had diminished, I'd never loved her any less. And she loved me, of that, there was no doubt.

I moved the panties aside and pulled her to me, kissing her passionately, trying to convey my love through my kiss.

Her tongue slithered against my lips, looking for an entrance, which I gave to her, her hot breath filling my mouth. Her body slid forward and she gasped as she felt my erection pressing into her belly.

She broke the kiss and picked up the panties, moving herself up higher so my penis was pressing against the upper cleft of her naked vagina. I felt her pubic hair at the tip, and the soft flesh of her plump mound.

She picked up Yuki's panties and held them to the light, turning them until she found the centre, the point where Yuki's little pussy would be pressed tightly against.

"Here," she gasped, breathless, her erect nipples brushing my chest. "Smell her. I want you to."

Gulping, I took Eva's hand and held the gusset of Yuki's panties up to my nose. I could see there was a slight hardness to the material in that spot, along with a small discolouration of the fabric, some crystallisation, all in a flame shaped arch in the centre.

I pressed it to my nose and inhaled.

The scent of Yuki filled my very being. Reminding me of the smell I would only just make out sometimes on a Sunday morning when she would join us for a western 'bacon and eggs' breakfast at the sunlit dining table. A smell of hair conditioner, mixed with girlish femininity. There was even an unmistakable hint of the orient.

Here was the absolute centre of her female core. There was such a soft, alluring pungency to her scent that my erection grew harder, and all of a sudden I could feel the weeping fluids of Eva coating the tip of my erection.

I sucked the scent in long and deep. Eva moved forward and together we inhaled the flavour of the Japanese foreign exchange student's private nether regions. Her arse and her cunt.

The material against our faces, we French kissed between leg holes, frantically clawing at one-another like sex-starved …

Her slick juices now slathered my cock, which I pressed deeper between her legs. She rubbed herself against it. Even her thighs were now lubricated with her vaginal fluids.

Breaking the kiss I breathed, "I want to taste you. Put your pussy on my mouth. Sit on my face."

Without a word Eva slid off me and with both hands pushed me forcefully back into the pillows. I moved slightly to find a comfortable spot as she slid up my body like a naked catwoman, her breasts shifting and bouncing above me.

Her body was tight, with only a small amount of fat around her upper things and bum, while her hips flared beneath a petite waist. I couldn't help smiling at the thought that her desire had woken up again, with a little help from Japan.

She flicked her long hair over one shoulder and in a squatting position brought her wet and shining snatch and thighs above my waiting mouth.

I hooked my hands around her legs and gently urged her to take a seat.

As soon as I smelt her open slit I lifted to meet with it as she placed it down over my mouth.

I was engulfed with slippery folds of female flesh, tender and delectable, marinated with viscous juices. The lower half of my face was instantly coated as my tongue squelched deeply along her sex.

Her clitoris perched itself on my nose and her trimmed pubic hair was before my eyes, below the smooth skin of her belly, up to her belly button, where a small, slightly askew silver stud was impaled through the skin at the top.

I pushed my tongue up into her ragged hole, noticing the thicker, more tangy cream from where her fluids originated. I wanted to lick her cervix, and most certainly would have had my tongue been an inch or two longer.

Above me she groaned, her hands squeezing her breasts together, the plump flesh bulging between her parted fingers.

Lost in my ministrations, and moving toward her clitoris, I felt her lean to the side. I followed, not wanting to leave her honey pot unattended. I was in a daze, some kind of trance like state between her legs, my face saturated and my eyes open, not wanting to miss a second of the lovely pink colour my world had turned.

I flicked my tongue against her clitoris, wanting to be back up inside her where it was more wet and tasty, but knowing this was the area that really gave her pleasure. Although I couldn't feel it with my tongue, I ran the tip over the place beneath her clitoris, the other tiny hole through which she pees.

"I want you to tell me about her," Eva moaned, and just by saying the words her juices seemed to accelerate. I could feel them pooling in my mouth as I lapped at her clitoris like a dog, with long wet strokes.

"Tell me what she did to you, the way she sucked you. Did she swallow your come, or did she spit it out? Did she show you her body? I want to know how she made you feel. I want to know everything..."

I disengaged my mouth from her sopping orifice and looked up at her. The bottom of her pubic hair was wet and matted together in spit curls. She was arching her back and squeezing her own breasts. I've never seen her so turned on before. Where did this lesbian side of her come from and why hadn't she shown it before? Surely she'd know I would love to hear about it.

"She swallowed my come, but there was too much of it and some of it landed on her face and in her hair. She had it all over her, but she seemed to love the taste of it."

"o you want to taste her? Do you want to put your big fucking cock into her little Japanese cunt? Do you want to lick her juices? Drink them? Even suck on her asshole like I have?"

She reached down toward me and spread apart her vagina until her clitoris was almost white and pushing out of its little hood to greet me. Even her urethra was stretched open and covered in glistening fluids. I'd never heard her say such dirty things in my life. I wondered if she was even my wife. "Yes," I gasped, her juice all over me, "I want to suck on her asshole. I want to fuck her and watch you lick her juices from my cock and balls before sharing them with me. Then I want her to do the same to you. I want to mix your juices until we can't tell whose is whose, and then watch you both share my come."

I attacked her clitoris with greater enthusiasm, swallowing a large mouthful of her juices, my tongue working back and forth across her button.

"Oh, you're going to make me come on your face you filthy bastard," she gasped. "on't stop now."

Her body contorted and I felt her spasm as a fresh discharge of juice squirted into my mouth.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck you, oh you dirty fucker..."

Her pussy slid forward so that my nose was buried in her as she convulsed on top of me.

I could feel her anus on my mouth, rhythmically squeezing as her orgasm wracked her entire being. I licked at the tiny hole as it squeezed and relaxed, making her shiver.

A small squirt of liquid shot from her right onto my nose. It tasted more watery than her juices and I felt it run down the sides of my face making the pillows wet beneath my head.

Gripping her thighs, I pulled her hard against me, wiggling my tongue frenziedly, trying to force it up into her ass.

She bucked again, then relaxed, allowing my tongue to penetrate her darkest hole. The flavour was deliciously inviting, making me want more.

She sat on my face moaning with exertion as her orgasm subsided, letting me lick inside her arse while I jerked off my cock gently.

"on't you shoot that come darling," she cooed.

"Huh?" I said in a trance.

"You have to save that up until tomorrow. For the two of us girls to share." I made my tongue hard and pushed it in deeper.

"Ahhh, yes," she sighed. "Tomorrow till be the icing on the cake."

As I reluctantly removed my tongue from her arse I wondered how I would ever be able to sleep tonight.

As we lay in each others' arms panting, my cock an iron bar between us, I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve.

I wonder what Santa will bring?