Chapter 1
"That's right, Sunny, lick it slow ... lick it sweet ... ooooooh, baby, that's just the way I like it."
Sunny was Sunyo Kobayashi, Billy Jones' Japanese chick, the one he'd been living with in Tokyo for the past seven months, after he'd taken his discharge from the Army and decided to stick around Japan for a while just to "check out what's happening, baby."
"All the way, Sunny, get that sweet loving tongue of yours all the way up my Number One."
Number One; that was what Billy called his cock, his pet name for his favorite pastime. It was a long,, strong piece of equipment, as black as Billy's ebony-shaded skin. But it was not so much its length as its width that pleased the girls so much; once he got it inside a chick's cunt, he could expand it like blowing up a balloon, letting it squeeze like a shoehorn against the woman's juicy, wet membranes, its elongated tip tough as a child's fist and just as probing.
Sunny was licking sake from his cock.
They were in her apartment, where he'd lived with her practically since that first night he'd met her as a hostess in the Golden Goose, one of Tokyo's top hostess nightclubs. It had been sex at first sight;
in fact, at the first sight of his Number One, that's what he had been with her.
He was sitting on the tatami mats, a thin patina of perspiration glistening from his sensuously dark skin, his legs folded underneath him in a semi-lotus position, his muscular arms folded across his massive chest like a benevolent Buddha, while Sunny's tongue caressed his cock, gently touching the tip and slowly, carefully moving along the head, slurping slightly over the foreskin, until she was finally enmeshing her darting tongue with his thick, curly pubic hairs right at the base.
She tasted the thrilling mixture of sake, the sweet Japanese rice wine, combined with the perspiration dripping onto his prick.
Not that Billy was sweating all that much, he was just getting ready for a fine fuck, just getting to feeling good, as he listened to the Japanese koto music in the background, wishing it was more swinging like Sonny Rollins' powerful tenor or Isaac Hayes' soulful vocalizing. Still, it was all right; it was turning Sunny on, and that counted for something, too.
As she licked his dick, she could feel it stiffening even more, and it was pretty straight ahead already. She murmured deep in her delicate throat, as she felt his instrument responding to her gentle but persistent tonguing. Soon, she thought, I will be giving my Billy-san all the loving he can handle, and then his Number One will fill me to overflowing like a waterfall.
She felt her breasts shudder, her nipples, like a child's fingers, elongating and erecting with each movement of her tongue. Her delicate brown skin— not so much yellow, despite her being Oriental; more like the color of cinnamon toast—was beginning
to tingle, and she was starting to perspire ever so slightly. She sighed again; her pussy membranes were becoming warm and wet, and her clitoris was beginning to twitch like a traffic signal, signaling that it was almost time to "Go."
Billy grinned, looking down at her, liking what he saw.
She was taller than most Japanese girls, about five-three, and not much more than a hundred pounds. But, she had long, tapered legs that had studied much Western ballet and Japanese dance, and a tender little torso that blossomed into ripe, full breasts that seemed just a shade larger than one would expect to find on a petite Oriental, so large in comparison to her slender frame that they almost seemed as if transplanted from some other donor. Above them, her thick, pouting lips and small nose was contrasted with large, luminous eyes that looked like the color of chestnut, set deep into her delicate, classic face. Her rich black hair, blacker than night itself, swirled like silken strands, some falling about halfway to her waist, and some dangling over her shoulders and whisking around her breasts like silken fingers.
Moving her tongue in reverse, she returned to the tip of his prick, and, carefully placing her fingers around his foreskin, she placed the tip inside her mouth, and began to make soft sucking sounds in her throat. He felt the gentle pressure of her lips, and his Number One shuddered slightly, feeling it coming closer to the ultimate moment of orgasm. But, not too soon; there was time to wait. In Japan— and especially with a Japanese girl—it made no sense rushing things. The Japanese were great at prolonging the ecstasy, thus making the sexual act
that much more satisfying, the entire trip that much more enjoyable.
Then she released his cock and looked up, her huge eyes swallowing him in their gaze as she said, in her high-pitched Oriental tones, "Billy-san, are you ready to fuckee-fuckee now?"
That was the term he'd taught her on the first night. She had sounded so cute and desirable, saying the words, as if it was her first English lesson, that he had made it their private joke, their special password. When he wanted her, all he had to do was say, "Fuckee-fuckee" and she'd be on him in a flash.
"Almost, Sunny baby," he said, his rich, biting baritone constrasting with her childish soprano like the saxophones of John Coltrane and Harry Carney. "First, I want to taste some tits, you dig?"
She dug.
She reached for the sake bottle, picking it up and pouring the clear, warm liquid over her breasts, as if she was taking a sake shower. Then, she began to rise, unfolding her soft, supple body like the uncoiling of a snake. Only, Billy was going to do whatever biting was required.
Finally, she was nearly standing erect, so her sake-sprayed breasts were but inches from Billy's mouth.
Billy grinned, and licked his Hps.
The difference in their heights was roughly the length of his Number One, for Billy was about five-eleven, but built like a triangle, great sloping shoulders tapering down into slim, flat waist. He was in tough fighting trim at about 160 pounds, and his arms and legs were long and muscled from years of wrestling and boxing, among other nonspectator sports. He blinked his piercing, mocking brown eyes,
sniffing his flat, once-broken nose as he picked up on the aroma of the sake. Again, he passed his tongue over his grinning, sensuous lips, and noticed that Sunny was now looking down on him, admiration brimming from her eyes. He dug that; he knew she liked the cut of his Afro, not too long, only two or three inches of bush-curly hair growing from his skull, but with slashing, slanting sideburns curving almost to his V-shaped mustache, yet still leaving an inch or so of skin between the two. That was the hip way of wearing one's hair, and Billy was one of the hippest dudes he knew. Superhip, he sometimes called himself, and not without reason.
"Come closer, Sunny sweetheart, it's tasting time."
She moved closer, placing her hands on his shoulders. Her long fingernails scratched at his skin, and he felt his balls pressing hard against the confines of his scrotum. Her touch was so gentle, she was making him get hotter than most girls who were always grabbing and scuffling. There was much to be said for subtlety, he thought.
Her left breast was now just a fraction of an inch from his lips, and she moved it tantalizingly toward him, her body arching like a question mark.
His tongue snaked out and made contact.
The sake was still warm, and it and her tit gave his tongue a thrill as he tasted her firm young nipple. Young was right; she was barely out of her teens, and he was a good ten years older. Still, he sometimes wished she was just a bit older in years, despite her experience being almost on a par with any other girl he'd known almost twice her age. You cant buy maturity, he thought, it's like aging good Scotch, it has to grow on you.
Still...
She shuddered happily at the touch of his tongue, and he could feel her skin contracting and, even above the koto music, hear her breathing change tempo. He licked away at her nipple, moving his tongue along the symmetrical lines of her left breast, feeling his cock shuddering as if its action couldn't be contained much longer.
Wait, he mentally ordered Number One, wait until I tell you to swing, mother.......I'm in charge
here.......
He finished tonguing her tit, moved his mouth into position, opened those sweet hps of his and chomped on down, his teeth just barely grazing her skin. She shivered at the touch of his teeth, and her fingers gripped harder on his shoulders, as he began to suck her tit, drawing more than half of her lovely breast inside his mouth.
She started humming softly, some Japanese folk song, he guessed.
He finished sucking, and swung his mouth around to her right breast. This time, he rubbed his nose against her nipple, tickling her, and she giggled for a few seconds, until his tongue made connection. She could feel her juices churning pretty good inside her cunt now, and it was as if his nose was rubbing her clit rather than her tit; she was really getting turned on. She hoped she could hold off until that magic moment when his Number One was nestling nicely inside her small, taut cunt, and her membranes were squeezing the juice out of it. Joy juice; both his and hers.
Now he was both licking and sucking her breast as his lips had worked it inside his mouth.
Instinctively, she moved closer, her smoothly rounded hips swiveling like ball bearings as she
thrust her crotch against his chest. He chuckled when he felt her clit rubbing against his chest, entangling itself in his chest hairs. She was a subtle one, full of more tricks than a Harlem numbers runner. He felt her clit probing against his skin like a knife, and she felt those stabbing thrills shooting into her as if she'd plugged her clitoris into an electric socket.
Abruptly—or so it seemed—he stopped sucking her breast, withdrew his mouth and pulled his head back a few inches. He looked up into her soft, shining eyes, winked at her, and said, "It's time, Sunny, we can't wait any longer. Time to fuckee-fuckee, you dig?"
She giggled again, and, backing slightly away, she did a sort of split, spreading her legs and sliding her body down to the tatami mats as if she was doing a little acrobatic dance especially for him. Then, squatting on her butt, she moved her body toward him, her sweet little slit opening like the petals of a flower awaiting the sting of the passing bee. He felt her thighs touching his ... then her pussy pressing hard against his Number One. ...
And then...
He could feel her arms around his waist and her cunt coming around his cock.
Inch by inch, she was pulling him inside her moist membranes, his cock moving steadily along like a snake slithering into a warm, wet place. Though she had an incredibly tight cunt, it was still unusually elastic, for it could stretch to accommodate him as if made of rubber.
Within seconds, he could feel that he was indeed all the way in.
For the first time in that particular position, he
unclasped his arms and placed his hands on her shoulders. One hand began to rub the nape of her neck, the other to clutch her glistening black hair and pull it slightly backward, so her head was bending upward toward him and her eyes were meeting his. A little demonstration of male power, of who's in charge—that was all.
His back, his legs, both felt slightly stiff, from remaining in that position all this time. Still, it was a good, disciplined position, and Sunny really liked to do it this way, so he didn't mind going along, as long as he got his kicks, too, with his Number One.
He could really hear her singing now, her pussy membranes clutching at his cock. Her juices were flowing freely, and he could feel the spasms of her pussy pressing at his crotch. He leaned slightly forward, and began to move his prick around, touching every square inch of her pussy membranes that he could. He was beginning to sweat a bit more, and his balls were now so charged up for action he could almost hear them screaming in his ears, "What the fuck are you waiting for, man, sock it to her!"
Not yet, though.
Her breasts were pressing against his chest, those firm nipples needling his skin. She felt his Number One coiling and uncoiling inside her, and she started coming. Her orgasm increased in intensity, and her hands began to rub against his back, her fingernails starting to dig into his flesh. Not to draw blood, but just to hold him firmly. She was kissing him on the chest, her teeth giving him delicate love bites while he drove and drove harder and faster inside her, feeling the great gushing response of her orgasm increasing in intensity as his cock swelled and grew, stiffer and stronger.
She was into another orgasmic phase now, and her fingernails were digging deeper, her teeth biting harder. He yanked her head back a bit, not roughly, but sufficiently enough to let her know enough was enough. If she had teeth in her pussy, he thought, she'd have chomped my Number One off an hour ago.
Like a waterfall, she was coming in a steady, spurting stream, her pussy juice pouring into his crotch, her murmuring cries sounding more like a cat's yowling as he built up her responses, turned her on, almost to the breaking point. She wanted him to come with her ... now!......
But, he waited, straining to make it during that magic moment when she would come to the crest of an orgasmic high, and then he would blast off and let her know what fantastic fucking was all about.
Finally, that time came.
And...
So did he.
He caught her a few seconds after the crest, when he could feel all her emotions—all subtlety, all low-keyed loving—blazing like a firestorm. He fired off his rounds with a staccato burst as from a tommy gun, one quick ejaculation after another, each one hitting her with the impact of a dum-dum bullet. He could feel her flesh quiver, her body shiver as his passion—and his sperm—poured into her through the pulsating medium of his Number One.
Her orgasmic convulsions kept increasing as he stabbed and jabbed her, his breath coming out in a great gush of release. He wouldn't allow himself to start going limp until he had made her come countless times, her tiny body gripping him solidly, as if
he was a rock and she was being washed out to sea by a tropical storm.
She was still shuddering, still coming, as he eased off the pressure, relaxing second by second. His balls and his back hurt—he was still squatting in position, though a bit bent in her direction now— but, judging by the all-admiring passion in her baby brown eyes, and the total surrender of her cunt and everything attached to it, it had been worth it.
As he slowly started to pull out, he could feel her tongue tickling his eardrum, as she verbalized for him her ultimate compliment.
"Utsukushii," she murmured.
Which, translated into English, comes out as: "Beautiful."