Chapter 4
Billy was feeling pretty good as he drove Sunny's Datsun back to their neighborhood, puffing on his cigar while searching for a parking place. As he finally negotiated a spot just four blocks away— Tokyo's parking problem was, to him, about ten times worse than New York's—he got out of the car carefully, carrying the two bottles of sake she'd asked him to get, and locked the doors.
Then, he leaned against the door, set the bottles down on the hood, and took a deep, final puff from his cigar. There was only about two inches left. As the aromatic smoke filled his lungs, he sighed, dropped the cigar into the curb, and put it out with his foot. Then, he picked up the sake bottles, and started walking toward the apartment, his long legs giving him the stride of a basketball player in slow motion.
"Goddam glad she finally got a raise from that fat fart, Takitoshi," he said, to no one in particular. "She sure as shit deserved it." Then, chuckling to himself, he added, "And so do I. Now I can get me a new tailored suit with a six-button front. Far fucking out."
It was getting dark, just minutes after twilight, and in Japan the sun goes down fast. Sometimes
the girls do too, and Billy felt an anticipatory twinge in the direction of his drawers as he sauntered along. Well, maybe all the sake she'd wanted him to get tonight—it was her night off, she'd said, though it didn't seem like her regular one to him—would just wait until he'd jabbed her a good stiff one first.
Yeah, he said to himself, Number One is always ready for some fine fucking fun ... and not right on ... but right up. ...
He glanced at the apartment as he entered the correct block. There were no fights. Funny; she'd had some candles going when he'd left. Well, maybe she was on the pot down the hall. Who knows?
Entering the building, he walked up the stairs, until he was on the third floor, where they lived. He walked down the hall, and reached for the doorknob.
It was locked.
"Shee-it!" he almost shouted, as he tried the knob with one hand. Then, setting the bottles down, he began to yank and twist the knob, at the same time beating out a tattoo with his knuckles on the frail wooden paneling. All he got for his trouble was the girl across the hall, opening her door and bowing gracefully at him, with that perpetual Japanese smile two feet wide, then just as gracefully retreating before he could even think of trying to make it with her to fill in some time. Of course, she didn't speak English, but that had never stopped him before; not when he let his Number One do the talking.
He shook his head, scratched his Afro; he couldn't figure it out. He wondered if her asshole employer had called her at the last minute, telling her to haul ass to work to replace some crazy cunt who was out
sick, or something like that. Just like that slimy motherfucker; give her a raise, then try to make her work overtime to earn it. He felt like rushing right down to the club and getting an erection on the way and smacking Takitoshi in the chops with it, right in front of those hundreds of hostesses—then fucking all of them right in front of him, too, and making sure the fat old fart got splashed with plenty of come juice from all of them, right over his clean white suit.
Suddenly ...
The door swung open.
What looked like a hundred candles lit up, and a chorus of female voices, speaking English with that Japanese sing-song inflection—but muffing the pronunciation, as they usually did, of the letter "r" —chanted, "Happy- birthday, Billy-san!"
"Well, shoot me down like Malcolm!' he gasped.
He thought, how can I forget my own fucking birthday? How could I be so dumbass whitey stupid to do that?
He shook his head, his sheepish grin changing into a lustful leer as he noticed that the girls were all naked from the waist up.
There was Sunny, of course, and, two of her friends, whom he recognized. Keiko, a cute, though chubby, little chick less than five feet but with breasts almost as big as Sunny's. And Miki, almost as tall as Sunny but somewhat slimmer, with svelte dancer's legs and a beautiful, expressive face like some of the girls he'd seen working with Buddhist priests in some of the more emancipated shrines in southern Japan, dedicated to fertility gods and goddesses. He'd met them both before, but never under circumstances such as this.
"Hey, baby, what's happening?" he said, to each of the girls in turn, noticing that they were holding those candles right in front of them, mere inches from their vulnerable boobs.
"I make you special birthday present, Billy-san," Sunny said, giving him the traditional Japanese bow, while holding the candle well in front of her. "You no say nothing about celebrating, so I think maybe you forget all about it. So, I send you out for sake, then have my friends come by to offer you traditional Japanese hospitality." She smiled sweetly. "You no like?"
"Of course I like it, baby," he said, reaching out and touching her left tit, running his slender fingers over her boob from base to nipple, feeling the erect little member tremble at his touch. He moved his hand over to her other breast, feeling the swelling, the firmness, as his fingers tattooed their way around those warm, fleshy edges, again diddling with her nipple as before.
"We close door now?" Keiko chirped, gesturing toward the still-open door.
"I'll dig that," he said, while Miki closed it and clicked the lock.
Then, the three girls led him to the center of the room, where there was some kind of fur placed on the tatami mats. They gestured for him to sit down.
"Sit on that? With my clothes on?" he said, mockingly. "I might get the mother dirty, you know what I mean?"
They did.
While Sunny held the candle aloft—almost too dose to his cock, he thought, he could feel the heat from the flame—the other girls did a deft job of stripping him down, running their fingers along his
ribs, sliding smoothly over his lean legs, patting his broad shoulders and rubbing very delicately over his back muscles. But, they didn't lay a fingernail on his Number One; Japanese girls can sometimes get too subtle for words.
Still, he could feel—and, once undressed, he could also see—that he was halfway on the road toward a full-fledged erection. He could feel his balls moving less as his scrotum tightened, his foreskin beginning to pull back as his prick began to extend its length. Squatting, he slowly lowered himself, ass first, onto the fur, and felt the smooth, silky strands of what had once been a live animal gently rubbing against his skin.
He knew that feeling; he'd bought a few coats for favorite chicks of that same material, when he'd been flush and plush with plenty of cash.
"Mink ... right?"
"Do you dig it, Billy-san?" Sunny giggled, enjoying the use of one of his favorite verbs.
The girls gathered around him with the candles so he could get a better look at the fur piece.
It was a full-length coat, with a big fat collar, and it was dark brown with black and white stripes, running in asymmetrical patterns. As he squatted on the fur, he could feel its smoothness turning him on; he rubbed the tip of his prick against the fur, feeling it tremble with expectant ecstasy, its tip now getting hard as a baseball, its length steadily growing long and strong.
The mink felt so good he could almost fuck it; though, considering the fact that the girls had set their candles down around him and were now removing the remainder of their clothes, what was more likely to happen was that he would be fucking in it.
He watched Keiko pull off her skirt, then shyly step out of her panties. He could see that her pudendum was almost completely shaved; he touched it, feeling the faint traces of fuzz, noticing that her clit was getting erect, a fat baby's finger that seemed to be gesturing right at him. He touched her clit with his thumb, and he saw her shudder as those erotic feelings, like electric charges, began coursing through her nerves. He placed his forefinger on her pussy lips, noticing that she seemed to have a large-sized hole for such a short gal, and was surprised to discover that there was something inside her cunt, something that felt like a vegetable. He pulled her pussy open, and got a few fingerfuls out. Holding the stuff by his nose, he sniffed; it smelled sour, as if marinated. Gingerly, he tasted it. ...
"Seaweed!" he shouted, gulping the stuff down his throat.
One of his favorite Japanese delicacies.
Keiko bowed toward him, her breasts flopping almost in his face, and said, giggling, "For your birthday supper."
He could taste her pussy juice in the seaweed.
After licking his lips, he thanked her.
Then, he noticed that Miki was not exactly doing nothing at the moment.
She was slowly, carefully peeling off her skin-tight pants, and he could see that those long, curved legs were indeed flawless, perfectly symmetrical and slender. She was not wearing panties, and her pussy, it's pubic hairs almost as straight as those on her close-cropped head, was visibly palpitating, its long trim clitoris trembling as if blown by unseen winds, her sensuous slit moving as if it was a mouth gulp-ing air. He smiled, and reached for Miki's cunt,
getting his fingers into something soft and sticky. Eagerly, he scooped some of the stuff out, tasting it; it seemed to be some land of jelly, intermixed with thick and potent pussy juice.
As he gulped down a mouthful, it came to him.
"Squid jelly!" he cried out, and she gave him a smile, licking her lips first, then a bow all the way down to her waist, so that her round mounds of buttocks were exposed to his view for a few tender seconds before she straightened up again.
But ... where was Sunny?
He suddenly didn't see her. Where had she gone?
"Sunny bring you sake, Billy-san," he heard a voice croon lovingly into his left ear, followed by a rapid touch of tongue, her tongue licking at his earlobe, then slipping inside to ream at the inside of his ear. Her tasty touch was getting his Number One moving again, and he could feel it stirring in the fur.
Sunny, coming round front, gave him a cup of sake, then poured a few cups for her girl friends. While she had been getting the sake, she too had removed her bottom clothing, so her juicy cunt and lovely clit was exposed to the mellow flickering of the candles. As he finished the sake, she came close to him, her pussy lips just inches from his mouth, and cooed, "You take taste, please, you find something good in there, just for you."
His tongue darted forward like a striking snake.
He tongued her clit first, and she felt those familiar tremors begin, her body shuddering and starting to arch, as his tongue then gouged its way into her pussy.
He almost shouted out a complaint; there was something creamy and cold in there, and when he
withdrew his tongue and licked the stuff down his throat, he couldn't help but give out a loud laugh at the subtle trickery of his Japanese chick, her clever ways of turning him on sexually.
"Hey, baby, ain't nobody but old Adam Powell himself who'd have brains enough to set up a scene like that," he said admiringly.
He licked his lips again, savoring the flavor of her perfumed pussy juice, mixed with . . •
Chocolate ice cream.
"Can I have seconds, sister?"
"Sure, Billy-san ... baby."
Oh, my, he thought, this slant-eyed sweet cake is just too, too hip tonight ... shee-it, what a birthday bash ... I'm gonna give her some fuckee-fuckee she'll never forget. ...
She moved her snatch over his mouth, and his Bps clasped onto hers as his tongue dipped deep into the creamy confection she was carrying in her cunt. As he probed, slurping the stuff back into his throat, he could feel her muscles beginning their sexual gyrations, her membranes beginning to pump out that pussy juice he dug so much.
While, at the same time, he felt the touch of tongue on his Number One.
And, more of the same, this rime inside his right ear.
Three-on-one, he thought ... and one in three. ...
With Sunny's snatch in front of his eyes, he couldn't see who was doing what. But, he got his left hand out, and touched some chick's tit, then swung his right hand around by his back and found a stomach, flat and smooth, where his hand kept finger fucking around until it touched a sensitive
clitoris—he felt its owner shudder, her skin tensing and growing goose pimples all of a sudden—and then got his thumb twanging away on that clit while his long forefinger probed its certain way into a tight, sensitive cunt that was already coming on like a waterfall, its gushing juices pouring right out of its twitching hole and clenching his finger, as if he'd stuck it into a whirlpool all of a sudden.
He wasn't sure of the cunt, but from the fat, fleshy condition of the boob he was squeezing, he was fairly sure that it belonged to Keiko. Which therefore meant that it was Miki who was behind him, tongue-fucking him in the ear, while Keiko was out front, licking his dick.
He squeezed Keiko's tit, his fingers walking over the fleshy expanse, from base to trembling nipple. In return, she stopped licking, and began to suck his cock, pulling it inside her mouth like a hungry animal swallowing its supper. He could feel the moistness, the warmth of her mouth membranes as they closed about his cock, drawing it almost all the way back inside her throat. .
His Number One began to tremble with ecstasy; its erection was now complete, and he felt himself just about ready to come.
With his other hand, he was still probing into Miki's pussy, feeling the tightness of her snatch start to stretch like elastic, feeling the hot wetness of her membranes as they opened more to accommodate his swiftly probing finger. Her clitoris shivered with delight as his thumb continued to work it over, and he could feel her entire body responding to his agile finger fucking.
In front of him, of course, Sunny was swaying like a snake dancer, her cunt churning out gallons
of joy juice, her fingers massaging his wooly hair as he continued to eat her snatch, gulping down that delicious creamy concoction of pussy cream and ice cream.
Miki was coming now, her cunt tightly closed over his finger. She was in heat, and her muscles were moving so strongly that he felt as if they were going to break off his finger at the roots. The more he jabbed her, the wilder her membranes responded.
Sunny was coming, too, her exquisite little pussy pouring out its hot, liquid juice into his mouth. He gulped her stuff down, almost coughing as he seemed to swallow too fast a couple of times.
Well, the way Keiko was working over Number One, he would have to have some relief of his own, too. His prick was pulsating with suppressed desire, and it looked like sucking now, fucking later, as far as the cunt condition went.
He waited, until he could feel both Sunny and Miki into the most advanced throes of orgasm, and then ...
He came.
Into Keiko's mouth he came, his ejaculations beginning, that scattershot system of his coming into play, a series of one after the other explosions that, as he could feel, made Keiko's thick lips and masticating mouth clutch his cock all the harder, all the more energetically. Her sucking mouth absorbed each injection of his joy juice, and she swallowed his hot fluid, making strange sounds in her throat, as if thanking him for the feast of sperm he was shoving, hot and hearty, down her throat.
The girls continued their sexual ministrations, as Number One slowly began to wind itself down. Though, as he could feel from his contacts with
the three girls, none of them seemed all that eager to quit their playfulness. No, not at all.
Finally, feeling just a trifle tired, he released contact from all of them, and settled back down on the mink coat, resting his flesh against the fur and his back on the floor.
Wow, he thought, what a far-fucking-out birthday party this is ... and, like Johnny Carson always says ... more to come. ...
Sunny brought him some more sake, lifting the cup to his lips, letting gravity take care of the business of pouring it down his throat.
The sake felt hot and smooth going down. But, what felt infinitely better was Sunny s mouth on his Number One; for, she sprinkled sake by the drop on his dick, and then, first tonguing and following that up with her sensitive mouth membranes, she licked and sucked the mixture of saliva, sperm and sake from his Number One as effortlessly—and much more subtlety—as a vacuum cleaner. Nice and easy and smooth.
He sighed. Life was very nice at this particular point in his life.
He glanced around. The girls were cleaning themselves off. In the flickering light of the candles, they looked almost surreal, as if images from a very good dream. But, his head told him they were no hallucinations. No, not at all, and if his cock could converse in the same spoken English, it would say the same thing.
There was still a little tension left, and he could tell it wouldn't take much to get him up good and stiff again, ready for another go-around.
He sniffed.
He smelled something; it seemed to be incense,
and it was coming from across the room. Yet, there seemed to be an extra aroma mixed in with the incense, something like the overtones of a musical note being played in addition to the dominate chord.
Now, there was music, and he realized he had indeed missed the sounds he craved when he was making it. It was Duke Ellington—oh yes, he'd always dug the Duke, anyplace, anytime—and it was the Far East Suite, he recognized the arrangements. How fitting; smooth, sensuous music, intricate and carefully shaded, most relaxing to his Western ears and psyche. Beautiful.
"You like, Billy-sen?" Sunny said, as she sat down on the fur beside him, her eyes great glowing orbs of amber as she gave him her full attention.
"That's fine shit," he said. Then, he added, "Hey, baby, by the way ... what's that shit I smell? I mean, I know it's incense, but there's something else mixed in with it, you dig, some other shit you must've added to the incense. You know what I mean? You dig what I'm talking about?"
She stuck out her tongue at him, tantalizingly. Then, she got her head around by his, and whispered into his ear, giggling just a trifle, "I mix some of my joy juice with incense, just for you. You dig, Billy-san?"
He laughed out loud, a deep, driving rumble jumping full-formed from his throat. Sunny laughed, too, and the other girls joined in, their sing-song giggles making the room fill with sounds.
When the laughter had subsided, Sunny, the other girls on either side of her, looked at Billy with a serious, intense expression on her Oriental face and said, "Billy-sen, who you want make fuckee-fuckee with this time?"
"Oh, you mean I have a choice?"
"It your birthday, you make choice. They my best friends, so you know I bring them so we all make you happy on your birthday, Billy-san."
Shee-it, baby, he thought, what a real sweet cunt you are, you really treat my Number One the best, and the way I'm feeling right now, I ain't never gonna get back home unless they ship me in a box, and even then they'll never be able to get the lid down, the way my Number One is gonna be flying at full mast.
Now, he had to be supercool in his choice, for he must not make any of the girls, especially Sunny, lose face. That, of course, meant that he would not chose Sunny; he could fuck her anytime, and therefore it must be one of the other two, for that's what she brought her friends here for in the first place.
He thought things over, and figured since he'd already finger fucked Miki, the correct choice would be Keiko. He would have preferred Miki, for she was slim and svelte, and Keiko's chubbiness put him off for a few seconds. But, after further consideration, he decided Keiko would be the best move in this three-way sex gambit.
So, to add a flair for dramatics, he picked up Number One with his hand and pointed it straight at Keiko's cunt, saying, "You do your number with me next, Keiko, you dig?"
She smiled sweetly, gave him a full bow so her boobs brushed against his prick as she did so, and said, "Ah, so, Billy-san says it, it must be done."
Out of the corner of his eye he caught Miki winking at him, very slyly and subtly, and he read the message right, she was willing to wait but she really wanted to be next. Well, no problem there.
Now, they brought him more sake.
Not to drink, but to pour over him, as if anointing him with holy oils. Soon, he could feel the smooth consistency of the sake mixing with his perspiration, as he lay flat on his back, the fur rubbing smoothly against his skin, and waited for the girls to do their thing—with his thing.
But, that wasn't all.
Sunny got the rest of the chocolate ice cream, and daubed some on his dick. He shuddered, feeling the sudden chill covering his cock. But, that was quickly replaced by Sunny's warm tongue as she began to lick along the entire length of Number One, her talented tongue pushing back his foreskin and tickling his pubic hairs.
Slowly, effortlessly, Number One began to rise, to stiffen into action.
Miki, meanwhile, knelt down beside him, so that her fine, firm breasts were directly over his eyes. He could see that her nipples were trim and erect, very well proportioned, though he wished her boobs were just a cup-size bigger. However, what was there looked very nice, so, as she slowly lowered her breasts toward his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and connected with her left nipple.
She trembled slightly, but her facial expression, that of radiant calm and poise, didn't change in the slightest. He began to lick her nipple, his tongue acting as a surrogate finger, causing her to start humming a Japanese folk song as he did so. He licked away at the rest of her breast, his tongue sliding smoothly along her light brown skin, from the pink of her nipple to the brown of her base.
At the same time, he could feel Sunny's mouth now chomping on his Number One, for she had
got it all the way inside now, and her mouth membranes were doing a fine, mouth-fucking job on him. He could feel his balls backing up good and strong, his erection slowly assuming gigantic proportions as his foreskin began to be pulled back and the muscles in the glans began to harden into pulsating power.
He chuckled; all this action from Sunny and Miki, yet Keiko was supposed to be his fucking partner this time around. Yeah; where the hell was she? Why wasn't she getting something going herself?
Then, he spotted Keiko.
He was so startled, for those few seconds he stared at her, that he almost pulled his prick right out of Sunny's mouth and Miki's breast out of his mouth.
For, Keiko was standing just to one side, and she had the now-empty sake bottle stuffed right inside her cunt. In short, it seemed, that if she wasn't actually making it with the bottle, she was at least getting it on for a pretty good preliminary contest, at the very least.
In sheer fascination, he watched her manipulate the bottle, sometimes rubbing the neck right against her trembling slit. He could see her body shuddering as if in full orgasm, and he could hear her making some strange, sensual sounds in her throat. Her tongue was turned out, licking along her lips, and she was swaying as if dancing to the Ellington music that now filled the room with big-band sounds.
He lay back, watching, feeling, enjoying.
Moments later, the girls knew he was ready as he would ever be. Miki backed off, and Sunny stopped sucking. Keiko, looking so longily at the sake bottle stuffed inside her cunt, as if she really wanted to
make it with the bottle and nothing else, finally popped it out, and placed the bottle on the floor.
Then, spreading her arms wide, moving as carefully as a dancer, she came to Billy, and carefully climbed right over him, poising her body over his erect member like a piece of meat ready to be pierced by a carving knife.
She dropped down on him, and he could feel her pussy lips part, as the tip of his prick rubbed against her clit and caused her to tremble even more. She could feel his manhood begin to enter her, and her membranes loosened up to allow him unrestricted passage.
He was surprised; he'd thought her cunt would be loose and floppy, like her breasts. But, it wasn't! It was almost as tight as Sunny's, and his prick was filling it up rather nicely. She smiled at him, and pressed her breasts against his chest. They seemed just a little squishy, but were full of life, and began to rub mightily against his massive chest. She even got her toes hooked on his ankles, and began to hump and pump him with such vivacious pressure that he started wondering if she might not be the best fuck of the evening, for all he knew.
Then, Miki came over, placing her pussy just over his mouth. He moved his tongue, licked at her clit long enough to get her going, to make her feel the toughness of his tongue, then stuck it right into her slender slit. She arched as his tongue pierced her vaginal armor, and slid her haunches down so he could eat her pussy for all it was worth.
While Sunny, hardly wishing to sit this one out, came round the other side so he could grab hold of her titties, and he did, but only with one hand, feeling the erect nipple and firm flesh, for the other
hand moved down her flat stomach and connected with her clit, then not his finger but his thumb swept aside her pussy lips and entered her now-churning cunt.
A three-way fuck, he thought; cock, finger and tongue, what a far-out birthday party this is!
With his nose rubbing against Miki's clit, he began to strike deep into her cunt with his tongue, and his mouth began to suck her juice inside his throat. She began coming, her juice rushing out, and he gulped greedily, as he felt her body shudder savagely into complete orgasm.
As for Sunny, he was thumbing her pussy with the greatest of expertise, feeling her vaginal walls expanding and contracting as she too began coming, her rich juices gushing out and drenching his entire hand with their fabulous dampness. He could feel her body twitching and twisting, and this thumb of his kept right on working, moving along every part of her membranes it could touch and turn on.
Well, he could hardly forget Keiko, though.
Her arms were around his shoulders, her toes still tightened round his ankles, her boobs squishing and grinding against his chest, as she was riding him like an elevator, her cute little body moving up and down on his dick, her cunt lips chattering in that universal language that needs no translation.
Keiko was coming fine and mellow, just like the Duke's softly swinging music in the background. The incense was still going, too, and his nostrils were full of that pungent aroma. He was perspiring slightly, as well he should, but he didn't mind; they were sweating, too, from their sexual efforts, and that was all to the good, for everyone.
His prick throbbed with intensity close to the
threshold of pain, as he felt it striking deep inside Keiko's cunt. She was coming like a waterfall, and her juices were drenching his crotch, pouring out over his pubic hairs. But, he waited, holding back, ready to the completion of her orgasm.
And, he caught her just right, just before she could begin another one.
He came, almost catching her by surprise, with a quickness and a speed that almost surprised even him. His Number One blasted off, one round after the other, and he could hear her gasp with surprise, if not envy, as she struggled to start again, to match his glorious gushing orgasm, his explosive ejaculation.
Seiko poured it on, holding Billy's blasting cock firm in her vaginal folds, while, at the same time, he was mouthing Miki's pulsating pussy, gulping down great throatfuls of her glorious liquid. And, of course, his manipulating thumb was practically gouging its way throughout Sunny's snatch, while her own orgasmic joys poured forth her own fantastic juices all over his hand.
He hardly even cared that all four of them were coming all over his mink coat.
For, it was one thing to be fucking like a mink— and another to be fucking on a mink. You dig?