Chapter 8
"Miki like dickie?"
"Miki like your dickie, Billy-san."
Oh yes.
Just what it sounds like.
Billy was now making it with Miki. Miki, friend of Sunny, mistress of Takitoshi. Right in Miki's place, a small house in the suburbs she shared with Keiko. But Keiko was out;, it was Miki's night off, and Sunny was working. And, Billy had been thinking of a plan, a way to make it with Miki, get her turned on to his sexual scene, then use her to lift some loot off that fat Jap fingerfucker, Takitoshi.
Right on!
He was fucking her right in the shrine. That is, the corner of the house usually devoted to the household deity, some god or goddess of something or other, loosely associated with the Japanese nature-worshipping religion called Shinto, in this case, Billy had temporarily removed the ugly-looking god statue from its receptacle, and had himself backed into that corner, squatting benevolently and Buddha-like, while Miki was kneeling prostrate in front of him, her lips less than an inch from his Number One which she was now sprinkling with soy sauce.
Billy grinned as Miki sprinkled drop after drop of soy sauce on his prick. It hadn't yet started to get hard, but he had no doubt it would very shordy, as soon as Miki's talented tongue got in contact with it
She was a sweet cunt, he thought; just because she was Sunny's friend, and had been along to the big birthday party special, she'd consented to this special sex session. Just like a "friend." Some friend, all right; it sure, so far, was paying to know Sunnys friends, especially if they were female.
The soy sauce didn't burn, but he could feel its tangy presence, especially when she got a few fat drops right on his tip.
She put the bottle down, and moved her face closer.
Her tongue slipped out, short and pink, but very flexible and supple. The tip of her tongue touched the tip of his prick so gently, that he had to have her hit him a second time before he could even notice she was there. She began to lick his dick, her tongue lapping gently against the tip, evaporating the soy sauce like a fresh wind. He could feel her tongue moving forward now, right past the tip, lick by lick, along the glans, and gently easing the foreskin back as she did so.
She lapped him so softly it was like the rustle of leaves, the touch of a flower petal. She was so subtle that the hackles on his skin began to rise, and he, for a change, began to feel gooseflesh breaking out all over. Not that she was better than Sunny; but, she was just a fraction of a percentage point away from his present cunt's technique.
Though, he much preferred Sunny's more buxom,
more sexually compact figure, of course. Miki was nice, but too thin, too titless, compared to Sunny.
Still, it was Takitoshi he really wanted to screw, not Miki so much. She was simply the means to the end, and that was it.
She had reached his pubic hairs now.
She was practically combing them with her tongue, as she licked happily away, massaging that tender area around his scrotum. Her tongue began to slip around his scrotum itself, and he felt his balls trembling in their sockets. He had to admit it; she really had a fantastic touch.
He was even beginning to perspire with desire; and that usually didn't happen quite this fast.
He reached down, ran his fingers along the nape of her neck, rubbed her short hair along her head. He heard her making some soft, humming sounds in her throat, and he was sure she was getting as turned on as he was.
He breathed deeply of the burning incense in her room. There was no music, but plenty of incense, as if in worship of her household god. It was a sensuous aroma, a different brand from Sunny's, but very fine to sniff, nevertheless.
Number One was responding to Miki's tongue.
It was rising like a balloon just filled with helium, it's erect presence beginning to stick out straight ahead. As her tongue began its return journey, he could feel the energy being expanded, the power of his prick becoming hard. When Miki had finished her tongue trip, his penis was really ready for action.
But, she wasn't finished giving him head yet. No, not by a long shot.
Of course, much as he wanted her to get right
down to sucking him, he had some sucking of his own he wanted to do first
He told her to squat, like himself, right in front of him. Then, he sprinkled soy sauce on her breasts, letting a few drops slide down her flat stomach. Finally, he doused her pubic hairs and poured the remainder of the bottle right inside her soft, steaming cunt, sticking the neck of the bottle itself right in there. As he did so, he could feel her pussy lips part with no difficulty at all, and as he watched her luminous brown eyes, he could see them grow wider, as if amazed that he was doing what he was doing to her, and damn well approving, too.
When he finished, he dropped the now-empty bottle on the tatami mat, after first capping it up, not wanting to spill even the few drops left. Then he reached forward and began to lick the cleft between her breasts. She shuddered as she felt the strong pressure of his tongue, and he could feel her goose-pimples breaking out on her skin this time as he licked merrily away, feeling her breasts on either side beginning to respond.
He moved to her right breast next
Her nipple was pretty well erect, hard and firm as a baby's finger. He moved his tongue all along her boob, from nipple to base, feeling her tit quiver and grow under his educated tongue. He did the same with her left, then moved back to her right to place most of her medium-sized breast inside his mouth, Where his tongue continued making contact with her nipple and his mouth membranes sucked sensuously at her breast itself.
Strange, sing-sing sounds were now coming from her throat as he did the same with her left breast.
He could tell he was turning her on, no mistake about that; no, none at all.
He finished with her top, and went down toward her bottom—her pussy.
First, he rubbed his nose against her tiny, but taut clit, feeling her body respond instantaneously. She put her fingers into his hair, rubbing gently at his curly, thick mop, and rubbing her fingers along his sideburns as well. While he, still nosing her clit, began to slip his tongue inside her pussy lips.
She let out a little cry of joy as his tongue made its initial penetration. He began licking away, his tongue darting like a hungry snake, touching every bit of her soft membranes as it could encounter.
Then, he got his lips firmly clamped against hers, and began to suck, good and strong, using his teeth whenever he felt it was necessary or appropriate, sucking and nosing and licking and biting, really eating her pussy like dessert, gulping down her sweet bodily fluids like washing down the meal with fine wine.
Her hands were really rubbing wildly away at his head, and he was gorging himself on her pussy as he munched and crunched his way home.
He could feel Number One approving of his every movement, for it was just about as stiff now as it was ever going to get.
However, as he finally pulled his mouth away her muff, he still had one more trick bag to work out before he was ready for the fine fucking he expected. The cigar trick.
He reached for his box of cigars, placed nearby, and lit one up. He took a few puffs, enjoying the subtle aroma of the Japanese cigar, then, waving
it in front of Miki like a baton, he told her to be cool and not get in a sweat about what he was going to do next, he had everything under control ...
And he slipped it right inside her pussy.
She gasped; then, as she became accustomed to the feel of the long black cylinder there, he told her to just think of it as a substitute Number One, and to fuck it as if it would fuck her right back.
To emphasize his point, he placed his forefinger against her erect clit, and began to diddle it, to get her properly stimulated. She giggled, feeling the powerful pressure of his finger, and her muscles began to tighten upon the cigar, naturally causing it to glow red and smoke to come puffing from her cunt.
"Right on, Miki!" Billy congratulated her, as she began to "puff" the cigar, sending red ashes glowing and thick white clouds of smoke in the air, intermingling with the heady aroma of the still-burning incense.
As he kept on manipulating her clit, he could see her face becoming ecstatic in its expression, her eyes as wide as saucers. Her entire body was trembling, as she began to become sexually involved in the pleasures of what she was doing. She began to go into orgasm, and her body really began to shiver and shake, her mouth emitted strange cries and howls as the cigar was really glowing red and puffing like a locomotive.
As for Billy, his Number One was ready and steady as a piece of solid steel. He was going to, as they say, strike when the iron was hot. But his tool was cool; supercool, but ready.
He took his finger away from her clit.
He removed the cigar from her cunt.
It was, of course, still glowing strong. He placed it against his lips and took a taste; her pussy juice permeated the tobacco just right, and as he puffed a few puffs, he could also still smell the incense permeating the room as well.
What a far-out feeling!
He told Miki to move in closer; it was time to fuck.
As he put out the cigar in a handy ashtray, she moved her sweet, sensuous body next to him, and began to shift her crotch so her pussy was just a fraction of an inch from his prick. She placed her hands around his waist, and he took hold of her shoulders. Together, they began to get together.
She pulled him, he pulled her.
Number One began to get into her like a fast freight entering a long dark tunnel. She could feel him coming right along, straight ahead. And, he could feel her well-lubricated pussy parting its lips, opening its membranes, and allowing him passage.
Now, he was all the way in.
Her boobs were bouncing against his chest, and those taut nipples were digging right in, rubbing nicely against his skin. She was tall enough to nibble at his earlobes from their position, and her tongue also began to snake inside his ears and massage him there. He chuckled; like Sunny, she had her subtle tricks, too. Love those Japanese ladies, all the way!
Her haunches were nestling next to his now.
He began to pump her, ramming his dick harder and harder against her delicate membranes. She was really coming now, the pussy juice gushing out of her hole, drenching both of them in the crotch. He got his navel up against her clit, and began to do
some more tasty manipulation. She was really doing the moaning bit now, her voice choked with passion, as he kept on ramming himself inside her, getting her plenty hot and bothered, really ready for some fine fantastic fucking.
She was gasping, almost crying for relief, her cunt churning wildly as she went into orgasm after orgasm. But Billy held on, waiting for that magic moment, wanting to sock it to her just right and tight
Then ... it was there. ...
She was approaching the crest of one of her sexual waves, and he couldn't wait any longer, anyway, so he let himself loose.
He fired off his rounds.
With such impact that, though still holding her tightly, he could feel the impact of his own explosions rocking her delicate body. She had a firm grip around his waist, and his sperm blasted loose inside her, burst after burst. With each ejaculation, she grunted in deep satisfaction, and kept her pussy prattling for more, ever more.
Finally, it all stopped, as it had to sooner or later, and the sexual tension gradually subsided, like the tide going out at long last They slowly, gradually released each other. They looked at each other; he could tell, by the soft glow in her eyes, that she had really liked it, too.
He had her lie down on the tatami mat, and he lay right next to her.
"Was that cool, Miki?"
"Very nice, Billy-san."
"Better than Takitoshi?"
He had thrown her a fast curve, and she hesitated, before replying, delicately, "Well, you much younger
man than my employer. But you both nice. You different, that all." She paused, as if thinking things over some more, then added, "You faster, that for sure. More inventive, too. But, I like you both. And, I like you just now. You understand?"
In like sin, he thought, a cool reply to a cool guy.
Then he began to whisper in her ear.
He told her some things he was planning, and told her that he'd appreciate her help. As he told it to her, he needed some money to finance a new business venture, and what he wanted her to do was to convince her boss, Takitoshi, that he should dip into his vast loot and lend Billy some bread to complete the deal. He didn't go into too many details, just the broad brushstrokes of an idea. But, when he was finished—after promising Miki some more imaginative fucking, first chance he got—he was pretty sure he had her convinced that it would be all right to help him out by putting a few well-chosen words into Takitoshi's ears.
Time passed.
He told her he had to pick up Sunny pretty soon, so he'd better be going.
Not too surprisingly, she asked if she could "ride along." And, not too surprisingly either, he said, "Ok."
He knew what she wanted—some double-fucking, and he was fairly certain Sunny wouldn't mind, either. Especially when he told her that Miki was going to do both of them a favor, interceding with Takitoshi for some heavy bread, which of course would benefit both of them.
They got dressed.
Without taking a shower. Not for now. Not when they would really need to take one later.
He drove her in Sunny's car to the Club, where Sunny was waiting. He left the car in the parking lot, leaving Miki inside; he didn't want Takitoshi spotting her with him, nor Sunny either, at least not at first. Sunny was waiting in the lobby, as usual, and as he led her to the car, he told her that Miki was there, and why. She didn't seem to mind, especially when he emphasized that it was most important to his personal sense of values to be able to bring in some big bread on his own, and all that Horatio Alger shit.
Miki was sitting in the back seat as they entered, and the two girls exchanged friendly greetings. As far as Billy could tell, there seemed to be nothing but the greatest of good feelings between them, no incipient jealousy about to break out like a brush fire, or anything like that.
He drove slowly, thinking, planning, wanting to set things up for both of them just right.
They arrived at the apartment, after parking the car just around the corner. Sunny got some incense going, and brewed some fine Japanese tea for all three. They sat around and sipped tea, doing nothing for the moment, while Billy still kept thinking of a good way to fuck both of them and then get them involved in his plan.
Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.
Of course!
That old standby—the Japanese bath.
Excusing himself, he hustled down the hall to check things out. As he'd figured, at that early hour in the morning, no line waiting, no body waiting at all.
So, in hardly any time at all, he'd hustled both girls into the bathroom, and all three were shower-
ing with some brand-new soap he'd bought, which smelled like a far-out combination of aphrodisiac and orchids, a most potent nostril-filler indeed.
Sunny was soaping him down in front, her nimble fingers working over his crotch area, while Miki was washing him down backside. He was slipping some soap-filled hands around whatever he could, patting Sunny's ass and pulling her tits against his chest whenever possible, and slipping his hands around his rear to try and sock it to Miki in the cunt area.
The warm shower was most soothing, most relaxing to the muscles, and Billy was feeling pretty good, enjoying the rich soapsuds, so starkly white against the dark brown of his body as the girls soaped him down most expertly. His prick was beginning to come alive again, and from the closeness of the girl's bodies, he could tell they weren't exactly hesitant about making it all together, either.
Sunny was really soaping Number One, her expert fingers smoothly stroking his scrotum, scrubbing away at his foreskin and really clustering his pubic hairs with thick soapsuds. Number One was getting right up there, and he didn't think he'd be able to make it into the actual tub itself without getting some fine fucking first, right in the shower.
Well, why not?
Why fuck around? Or, rather, why not fuck around?
"Like now, Sunny, what do you say?" "Whatever you like, Billy-san." "How about you, Miki?" "Sunyo say it for me too, Billy-san." He chuckled appreciatively.
He told them to drop the soap, he had a different
game to play. As soon as they'd tossed the bars of soap aside, he told them the way he wanted to play his sexual game, sandwich-style. Only, this time, standing up.
They nodded approvingly.
Of course, after fucking Miki just a while ago— he'd told her to keep quiet about that, just make believe they'd had a "business" get-together about the Takitoshi business deal he'd mentioned—he certainly would rather make it with Sunny first. Miki would understand; but, he wasn't so sure Sunny would, if he did it the other way around.
So, Sunny stayed front, while he told Miki to grab him around the shoulders and hold on for dear life, 'cause he was really going to lay it on her in a wholly different way, this time around.
As Miki did what he wanted, he slipped his left hand around and began to diddle her clit, feeling the erectile organ respond at once. While he did this, he had Sunny get hold of him around his waist, and told her to pull herself onto him, for his cock was rock-hard now.
They were all three still under the shower, letting the warm water ooze all over them. It was washing most of the soapsuds away, but the pleasant odor remained in their nostrils, and it would soon be replaced, or at least added to, by the sweeter smell of sex.
With his free hand, Billy began to pat Sunny's sweet ass as she started to push her cunt against his cock. He also moved his forefinger on the other hand against Miki's cunt, finding she was sufficiently lubricated, from a variety of sources, so that his finger gained its entrance most smoothly and swiftly.
He was actually into Miki first, and then, con-
centrating on Sunny in front, he began to stab her, pushing his penis against her pussy lips, feeling them expand and open up her inner membranes to allow him unrestricted passage. He felt her tight little box really stretching itself out for him, and soon, he was nestled as snugly and tightly inside her as a finger in a glove.
With both girls holding on tight, and the water still running, everyone concerned was feeling, as Bilhe Holiday used to sing, "fine and mellow."
And, he was going to fuck both of them just so fine and mellow, too, like the fine and mellow fellow he was.
As his prick began to work around inside Sunny, so also, at the same time, did his finger start taking care of serious business with Miki's pretty pussy.
He could feel both girls tightening their grips on him, and Miki was moving her fingertips around his Adam's apple and tickling him under the chin, while Sunny was massaging his lower spine and upper waist. He continued with his hold on Sunny's sweet ass, alternating patting and pressing, feeling her entire body jammed tightly against him, as was Miki's too. Both girls had their lovely boobs pressed nice and tight against his flesh, and Miki was doing some strange, sensual movements against his spine, his vertebrae, that was really causing him some beautiful sensations indeed.
Abruptly, he glanced down at his feet, as best as he could. It was a bit slippery, from all the soapy water; but, he noticed that they were keeping pretty well together, so the least he could do was keep his feet firmly planted there, too. Or, as he remembered Melvin can Peebles saying in a diffrent con-
text, in his movie Sweet Sweetback, "Feet, do your thing."
Though, Billy put it into words this way, "Number One, do your thing and your big number for these sweet Japanese chicks, like you always do."
He could feel Miki's membranes really erupting now, clutching at his finger with almost enough strength to break it off. As for Sunny, her cunt was twitching as if attached to an electric wire, and as far as he was concerned, he was pumping at least 10,000 volts worth of sexual electricity into her with the aid of Number One, while feeling her big boobs braced against his chest, carving out concave cavities in that very same black hairy chest.
Both girls were crying for him to get with it. He could hear their voices over the sound of the shower, Miki's lower and deeper, Sunny's higher and softer, both of course saying many things in Japanese that he couldn't understand. But, among the words he could understand, "utsukushii" and "hai" were two of them, and he knew all too well what they meant.
He could feel his balls buckling in that old familiar situation again, and his cock was stretched out like a piece of stiff rope, ready to burst loose at any second. Now he had to be cool and careful, to time things just right so that both girls got their jollies just right. Or, at least, so the Sunny got hers first.
On the other hand, thinking further, since he really wanted Miki to do many things for him, in connection with Takitoshi, maybe he should sock her quicker and more groovy first. Yet, on the other hand again, he needed Sunny's understanding as well as her cooperation to keep Miki interested in
"setting up" her boss. Though Miki didn't know it was going to be a setup yet, and hopefully wouldn't find out until after the dirty deed was done.
Oh, shove all that deep thinking shit, Billy baby— just fuck these cunts right now, and quit screwing around with other things! You dig?
He put his attention span back to the girls.
Miki seemed to be coming harder and quicker than Sunny, her body arching and wrenching at his fingers, her juices really coming out in such quick bursts that seemed very similar to Billy's own style of making it. Sunny, meanwhile, was going for longer orgasms and greater and more sustained "highs," keeping at peak level for longer amounts of time. And, Billy was doing his best to give it to them both right at the same time, as if he had two Number Ones on hand and not merely one.
Finally, it was a matter of sheer physical stress; he just couldn't wait any longer, so he came when he had to, and that was that.
He caught Sunny just at the bottom, at the valley, so to speak, and she really had to start struggling to catch up with him. As for Miki, she was somewhere in the middle, not at the highest peak but well above the lowest valley, sexually speaking, and it was far easier to manipulate her orgasmic thrusts with his finger than his cock. So he was getting Miki going all right, gradually goosing her on to bigger and better things, while he really had to sweat and strain to keep his ejaculations going long and strong enough to allow Sunny a chance to catch up with him and where he was at.
But, Sunny knew his movements and moods pretty well by now, and by a strenuous effort of severe Oriental, almost Zen-like discipline, she forced
herself to catch up just to ride him out on the last few bursts of sperm Billy was knocking out, jolt after jolt.
With the warm water still splashing down on all of them, prickling their skins with its steady beat and spray, Billy let his cock talk as long as it could before having to become quiet again, at the same time using his finger, so no complaints could be heard from the backseat.
Slowly, and most reluctantly, all three relaxed their sexual efforts and, feeling rather tired, all just slithered to the floor and lay there, piled on top of each other—now really like a "sandwich"—while the water poured over them and they could simply clutch and touch each other, recovering their strength on their own time and terms.
It was, naturally, Billy who got back together first.
And, he said to them, "Listen, when you get yourself together, we'll go into the water, and then we'll do it again, you dig?"
The girls giggled at the thought, but from their touch, he knew they were just as eager as he was.
He continued, "Then I'll tell you more about my plan to get myself established in my own little business, you dig? It's just got to be done right, and you're both going to help me, right?"
Sunny whispered into his ear, "Right on, Billy-san."
Miki said, aloud, "I help you get right in anytime, Billy-san."
"Utsukushii" he said, taking both of them by the hand, and, half-standing, half-stumbling, began to lead them toward the bath.
To which they replied, almost in unison, "Hai."