Chapter 3
"Billy-son, you hold still now, let me soap you down first, please."
Sunny and Billy were taking a Japanese bath together. It was not exactly a private bath; that is, it was not part of Sunny's apartment, but a separate area just down the hall. However, at 2:00, they were hardly likely to be bothered by other tenants standing in line. No; no way.
Now, the first thing you do when you bathe Japanese style is to take a shower. Wash off the dust and dirt before you plunge into the tub itself; that's the way it's done in Japan, and it makes sense, because when you finally plunge into that tub, you're clean, and you can sit and soak to your heart's content.
Or your cock-and-cunt's content.
For, as the cool spray of the shower was splashing at their bodies, Billy and Sunny were making out while standing up. However, since Sunny was so much shorter than himself, Billy had her braced against one wall, in a classic "up against the wall, mother" position, his cock jammed inside her cunt, her breasts crushing the top of his chest, and her hot little hands playing Japanese melodies on the , bones of his back.
"Soap all you want, Sunny, but Number One's got the final say on things around here, you dig?"
She definitely was digging his cock which was digging ever deeper into her cunt. Her pussy membranes twitched, not involuntarily but naturally, and her juices began flowing faster than the soapsuds she was applying to Billy's back, the white foaming suds looking like bleach against his black skin.
He gave her a couple of quick love bites on her earlobes, and she responded by thrusting her haunches right against his, her clit nuzzing his belly-button as if finding a safe and secure resting place there. She could feel those electric charges coursing through her delicate body. She sighed, started humming a folk song, and let her pussy juice pour loose, grooving on her big black buck, as he knew she would—as always.
The water plastered their hair to their skins, giving them a soothing, sensual feeling, as he felt his balls buckling inside their skin-tight confines. His cock was throbbing as mightily as her clit, but he was careful to hold her gently, and not to slam her against the wall. He, thought very highly of his little Oriental dessert, and he wanted to make sure she enjoyed the fun as much as himself.
She was giggling now, feeling the water against her skin and his Number One inside her centerpiece. Her entire body was vibrating with the rhythms of sex, and he was jabbing her gently, waiting for the proper moment to let loose his juice, to really hoist her up on his spear as his favorite piece of meat— medium-rare, as light brown as cinammon toast.
Her orgasms were increasing in intensity now, and he couldn't hold off much longer. She was almost where he wanted her ... the strain was turning
into pain ... he had to come ... he couldn't wait ... longer ... no way. ... He came.
He got her just at the start of another orgasm, and she caught his cock as it exploded, burst after burst. She turned on her own sexual energy, her membranes clutching at his Number One, her body rubbing harder against his, as if she wanted to climb inside him and stay there for the rest of her life. Her hands, her fingers did things a concert pianist wouldn't have been able to duplicate, and he felt like shouting for joy.
He kept on humping and pumping her until he could feel his Number One running out of ammunition. He kissed her, ears and forehead, touching gently at her eyes on the way to her lips, where her snaking tongue got inside his mouth fast and started to really wipe him out.
Finally, the spasms settled down to an almost-motionless situation; they just hugged and held each other against the shower wall, letting the water continue to splatter against their skin, washing the pussy juice and sperm and sweat from their still-trembling bodies.
As he gently let her down, she murmured softly, "Billy-san, that was very shibui of you."
Shibui means, roughly, something accomplished with great class, one of the highest compliments around, and Billy knew Sunny didn't lay that word on just anyone, either. So he thought, supercool, my chick's really with it tonight.
She took his hand, motioning him to join her in the water.
Now, a Japanese bath is usually heated at a temperature about ten degrees hotter than the human
body can tolerate. At least, so it seems. However, the way the Japanese enter the bath is by inches at a time; that is, stick in the toe, then half the foot, then up to the ankle—each movement to accustom that part of the body to the heat—and so on, until the body is finally immersed, at which time you just lie around and soak up the heat, letting the water relax your muscles and peace enter your mind.
They walked to the edge of the bath, and she let him stay there while she put her foot into the water. Satisfied, she urged him to join her. He placed his big toe on the surface of the water; but, it seemed just a bit too hot for him, so he withdrew.
She looked at him wistfully, almost sadly. She said, "Billy-san, it is not too hot for you, is it?"
He nodded.
Then, she said, smiling, "Well, then Sunny will warm you up so you will be hotter that the water. Then you feel more like joining me in bath, right?"
He sat on the edge of the bath, dangling his feet over the water. Then, he spread his legs and gave her the Black Power salute, smiling as he clenched his fist. That was one of their secret signals; it meant, "Suck me off, sweetheart."
She came toward him, water glistening from her mellow brown skin, off her fine brown breasts. She placed one hand under his balls, lifting his scrotum slightly; he could feel the delicate touch of her fingers as she started to stroke him in the right places. Her other hand took hold of Number One and began to squeeze the foreskin back from the glans. Her eyes were saucer-wide as she stared at his prick, which was now beginning to respond to her deft fingering.
He felt those good vibrations beginning, feeling
his prick starting to erect, as she began to play with the tip with her thumb. He reached over to touch her breasts, his fingers touching her nipples. She smiled; her own good vibrations were beginning, too, as he began to play with her tits, squeezing them gently, his fingers moving from tip to base and back again, feeling her body responding so very subtly, as was her way.
She shook her head back, letting her hair glisten around her shoulders. Some strands fell forward, nudging at her breasts. He gave them a gentle tug, then moved one hand toward her clit, to give it a quick feel. She almost jumped; she could really feel her emotions, her nerves, quickening their sexual pace, as he continued stroking her breasts.
She, now apparently finished with her hand job on his prick, bent low—almost like a Japanese bow— and pulled his Number One toward her mouth.
Her tongue stroked out, tickling the tip of his prick. He felt it erect another inch, as she started running her tongue over its tip, then lapping along the foreskin until she was sucking away, almost getting her teeth entangled in his thick pubic hairs.
Then, she stopped stroking with her tongue and moved her mouth toward his penis, her lips caressing it with a few quick kisses. She moved closer, her mouth opening, her lips closing over his elongated member. He could feel her mouth membranes lapping away at it, and his balls were bouncing excitedly inside their scrotum. Her tongue was still taking care of business, too, as her sucking mouth drew more and more of him inside her.
He moved his hands from her breasts, and began stroking her thick black hair, rubbing his hands against the top and sides of her skull. She was mur-
muring deep in her throat now, as her sexual excitement grew with each caress of her masticating mouth.
She was right, Billy thought. I feel like Vm getting hotter than the water ... let's see how it feels now. ...
He carefully dipped both feet in, letting the water seep up to his ankles. Yeah, he thought. I can handle that shit all right ... suck me, Sunny, suck me some more. ...
His cock was beginning to thrash around in her mouth a bit. A bit too much; he didn't want to come just yet. He began to move forward, half sliding his ass off the edge of the bath. He took hold of Sunny's hair, and tanked her head back slightly, letting her know he was ready for more action of a different land. Slowly, she stopped sucking, moving her mouth away from his erect member, and began backing away from his body, her own body becoming more immersed in the water, until the water line was level with the bottom of her breasts.
"Beautiful, baby," Billy said, moving his long, limber legs into the water. He could feel the heat of the still-steaming water, but he didn't mind that so much now; he was operating under heat of a different kind.
As his cock touched the water, he had a momentary thought that the water might soften it up too soon. But, it didn't; his prick kept ploughing right through like a submarine until he had reached Sunny, who was waiting for him, an enigmatic, almost inscrutable, smile on her thick Oriental lips.
"Shall we make it under water, baby?" he asked, jokingly, his hands tweaking her tits again.
In reply, she suddenly dove beneath the surface
like a Japanese pearl diver. Only, apparently she was diving for his balls, not any oysters, and she grabbed them playfully, half-swimming away as he reached over to grab for her tits in retaliation.
"Oh, Sunny wants to play, huh?" he grinned, as he moved his long legs further out into the bath, until the water level was up to his armpits. When she saw that, she went beneath the surface again, this time moving so she was right at his feet.
He wondered how long she could hold her breath under water as he felt the warmth of the water steaming his skin as if he was a clam being cooked. He felt her hands running up and down his legs, caressing him so subtlety that he felt like coming right then and there. Even his Number One was feeling the heat, but it hadn't started to wilt yet; so he was safe so far.
Now, he could feel her hands on his prick, again doing those numbers that he liked so well. She was really working out on his scrotum sac, too, and he could feel those stabbing, stinging feelings running throughout his nervous system. Goddam, he thought, this chick turns me on like no one else ... she's really far out ... may never leave this fucking country if this keeps up ...'so why should I. ...
Suddenly, almost on impulse, he ducked his head under water.
Too hot!
He popped back above the surface again. He'd wanted to see what she was doing up close, but that water was still too much for all of him.
Then...
He felt her cunt caressing his cock. Still under water, she was moving into position for some action. Her smooth pussy lips were pushing
against his prick, and he could feel her starting to draw him inside her. He wondered whether her pussy might get waterlogged that way. So far, though, as he could obviously feel, it apparently wasn't.
Her arms were around his waist as she drew him more and more inside her. He could feel her nipples pressing against his skin, and he was touching her on the shoulders. The water was giving him good vibrations; he had to agree that the Japanese were among the most sensual people he'd ever encountered. The Japanese bath was really like falling into a watery pussy, he guessed; wet and warm and really exuding some fine sexual feelings.
His Number One was still swinging good and stiff, and now he could feel that she had worked it all the way inside her. He could see some bubbles on the surface, though; he sure as hell didn't want her to drown, by any miscalculation or otherwise. Maybe he had better get her head above water for a while, give her some breathing time and space.
Holding her firmly, he started backing away, walking in reverse toward shallow water. She didn't object; she just held tight as he moved them both along, until he could see her head pop up from the water, like a curious fish.
He said, "Breathe some air, Sunny, it's good for you.
She nodded, almost bowing her appreciation, as she started gulping air back into her lungs. The water glistened on her skin like perspiration; she was still attached to him, and even as she sucked in air, he could feel her quivering pussy sucking greedily at his Number One, while his balls throbbed with expectation and his prick almost buckled, like a
steel girder, from the heat her churning cunt was turning out.
He wished he had some sake to drink. But he was in no position to change pussies, to pull out now.
"Is everything cool now, baby?" he asked, running his fingers over her breasts again. He was pleased to notice that her nipples were just as erect as they'd been under water. Oh yes, she was still ready to go; she was still, judging by her pussy's palpitations, going under water, too.
She nodded, and said, almost giggling, "Want you to make good fuckee-fuckee with me, Billy-san. Make like submarine, give it to me under water, you dig?"
She was imitating, as the Japanese are prone to do, his well-known phrase, his perpetual question. He laughed out loud, and pinched her on the clit. She jumped slightly, but his cock stayed firmly nestled inside her cunt as she clasped him around the waist again and said, "We go under now, no?"
"We go down, yes," he laughed, and pushed them both beneath the surface of the bath water.
It was still plenty hot, but his skin had by now adjusted fairly well to the water temperature. He opened his eyes, and thus could watch things as he pressed her against the bottom, moving her body into a corner, so they would both have extra bracing for the big blastoff. She snuggled into the corner, her soft rounded buttocks nestled against the corner, and thrust her haunches forward, almost pushing him backwards in the steaming water.
Holding his breath, he started to sock it to her.
She had her head against his chest, just below his neck, but he could still feel her firm, delicate breasts against his chest and his waterlogged chest
hairs. Her clit was rubbing against his stomach this time, and he could feel its electric vibrations; so could she, for she grabbed his waist harder, her fingernails beginning to dig into his dark flesh. She got her legs around his waist this time, and began to really get him going with a scissors grip that seemed about four times as strong, as tough as a tiny Japanese girl should be.
Her body was humping, pumping juice into her pussy. Her orgasms were beginning, and he could feel those warm, wet pussy membranes sliding and slipping over and around his prick, pouring out their thick sweet juice. His cock was bending like a steel spring under tremendous pressure as she worked him over under the water.
He'd fucked in oceans, lakes, and rivers—and in plenty of showers and bathtubs, too—but never before, in such a situation as the overheated waters of a Japanese bath. Oh, well ... always a first time ... isn't there?
She was really coming now, and he could almost imagine he could hear her crying, in Japanese yet, for him to fuck her. It wasn't all that easy under water, but he'd do it, no doubt whatsoever there.
She could feel him still digging into her, as her orgasms, her spasms increased in intensity and tempo.
But, as always, playing it the coolest, he waited, ready to let loose at the exact spontaneous second when he figured it would do both of them the most good.
But, this time, he couldn't quite hit the mark as exactly as he used to. The water had affected his timing, just by a few seconds though; so that, when he came, it was just after she'd begun another
strenuous orgasm, and it seemed like she was like a relay runner, ten laps ahead of him, when he fired off his first series of rounds, at last.
Staccato-style, as always, great streams of sperm splashed into her. She braced her back, her muscles straining, her pussy pouring out her reply in the form of great globs of juice. Together, they thrashed in the comer, creating a froth and stir that someone observing the scene from above would have thought a couple of sharks were going at it, chomping on each other while they made it as well.
She felt his sperm, his ejaculations slowing down. In response, she tried to speed up her sequence, to make up for his natural softening of his Number One.
Fan-fucking-tastic, he thought. Wind up the screw and see what she do ... Billy, my man, you've really got yourself one crazy cunt on your hands. ...
He didn't know about her, but he needed some fresh air—and fast.
Bracing his legs on the bottom, and reaching his arms from the water to get a grip on the edge of the bath, he pulled both of them up from the depths. Their heads broke water, and they both gulped air like two strange fish that had decided to switch to land.
But ... they were still attached. She was like an octopus, her legs still wrapped around his waist, her arms still gripping his shoulders. She really wouldn't let go, she kept squeezing him, her pussy still dripping juice, and saying, "Billy-sen, you too much man for Sunny. Sunny got to really fuckee-
fuckee you to keep you going ... Sunny get your Number One up again pretty fast ... hai, hai, hai."
And hai means ... in case you haven't yet guessed ... Yes.