Chapter 7

JAPAN

Jane.

"I felt right at home in Tokyo because I looked and dressed like so many of the native women. Japan is highly Westernized and, because of the years our country had occupied the nation, English is spoken by many of the people.

"When I went sightseeing by myself I had no idea that I would have a sexual adventure but that's exactly what happened to me only hours after I landed in Tokyo's airport. The other two ladies wanted to unwind by drinking at the hotel's cocktail lounge but I preferred unwinding by wandering around town ... if you can call the largest city in population in the world a 'town'.

"I got lost but this didn't bother me because I could always hail a cab. When I decided to return to the hotel it started to rain and, to my dismay, cabs suddenly became scarce. I ducked in out of the rain by standing in the doorway of what I thought was an empty storefront. The unexpected downpour had soaked my clothes and I felt perfectly miserable. It kept raining harder and I thought of calling the hotel so that they could send a cab for me. Then the door behind me opened and a young Japanese lad of about seventeen invited me inside. His English was fairly good but his manners were excellent.

"I could see that the place used to be a store but was now a one-room flat. Sato was a freshman at a university and he had won a scholorship to it a year ago when he was only sixteen. To make the scholorship money stretch he had rented the store front and had made his own apartment which was only walking distance to the school. He told me that he was hoping to visit America next year and I was tempted to give him my address but I was afraid of complications since I had already made up my mind to seduce him.

"The boy gave me a terry cloth robe and I went into the tiny bathroom where I stripped off my wet clothes. I dried myself with a towel and then hung all my clothes on a wooden pole that stretched across the room. I put the robe on but carefully allowed it to hang loose enough so that my legs and parts of my breasts were displayed. I was going to repay the lad for his show of kindness.

"We talked about the important events of the day but I put the conversation on a more basic scale by crossing my legs so that they were exposed all the way up to my hips. Sato spilled some tea when I did this. He was so nervous that I just had to put him at ease. I wanted to prove to him that I was not a teaser who aroused males only to reject their advances.

"'Do you want to make love?' I asked. By this time in my travels I'd learned that directness works wonders.

Since I knew that sex was on the lad's mind I could see no sense in hedging.

"The young Japanese student didn't know how to respond. I was sure that he thought I was only teasing. I got to my feet and opened the robe right in front of him. Out of the habit of modesty he looked away for a moment but turned to stare when I dropped the robe off my shoulders. 'Have you ever had a woman?' I asked trying not to sound patronizing.

"'Never,' he confessed. 'I was always ... '

"'Afraid?' I said ending the statement that he could not end. There is nothing to be afraid of. Take off your clothes and I will show you just how beautiful sex is."

"The seventeen year old unbuttoned his shirt and removed it. His chest was narrow and I could almost count his ribs. As a boy living alone on a limited income food was not plentiful and sex didn't exist at all.

"He took off the rest of his clothes and exposed the fact of his erotic interest. When I asked him where his bed was he opened up the sofa. The mattress was stark and narrow just like his life had been so far. I was glad to add a little color and width to his impoverished student existenee.

"I took his upright organ in my hand, the first one to ever touch him so intimately. I spread out over the sheetless mattress which was so narrow I could touch both ends with my feet and manipulated it slightly. 'Come down on top of me,' I said. 'You know where to stick this thing, don't you?'

"The thin, nude Japanese boy put his body on mine almost as if I were made of egg shells. When the tip of his organ brushed against my slit I pushed up so that the first penetration was accomplished. The boy moved his sex organ into me the rest of the way and he dared become rougher with me now that he could see I didn't break so easily.

"Sato became stronger and more aggressive with each stroke. I spread my hands over his pathetically thin back and almost cried. He needed nourishment so badly both physically and emotionally. I crushed him to me with my arms as his passions mounted and then exploded in a surprisingly powerful orgasm He had been waiting for this moment for years.

"He kissed me on the lips and I probed my tongue into his mouth. Sato returned the gesture and we clung to one another as the rain outside seemed to be trying to tear the building apart to get at the inter-racial lovers.

"We lay in one another's arms long past the time his sex organ had become small and limp inside my flesh. The rain suddenly stopped as if a faucet had been turned. 'I must leave you now, darling,' I told the boy.

"Sato hugged me and pressed his light body down on mine as if to prevent me from going. 'No,' he pleaded. 'Stay with me forever."

"'I'll stay in your mind forever,' I answered. 'First loves are never forgotteri."

"My clothes were still damp but I put them on anyhow. Sato was still naked when I left the bathroom. I had awakened the sleeping tiger of his sexuality and now he was impatient to prowl the erotic jungles. 'Please don't be insulted,' I told him, 'but I want you to have this money."

"I placed three American ten dollar bills on a table, the biggest fee I had ever paid yet. When it came to paying the boys off fees were subject to whims. It was my whim at the moment to give the lad enough to have a few good meals. Sato said he didn't want my money and begged only for my love. I kissed him once more at the doorway and darted into the rain-slick streets. Now that the downpour was over cabs became numerous again and I hailed one that brought me to the hotel."

Veronica.

"I realize that blondes are scarce in the East but enough is enough, already! Yes, I've always wanted male attention but there can be too much of a good thing. When I went to a zoo the men (and women, too) paid more attention to me than they did the the chimps. At any rate, it did make it very simple for me to meet teenaged lads. I didn't have to go to them ... they came to me.

"At the zoo a sixteen year old Japanese boy started to follow me around with his eyes bugged out and his crotch in an uproar. He was cute so I decided I'd lay him just to blow the steam out of his Oriental pipes.

"I went to a deserted corner of the zoo which featured a dumb-looking badger who deserved his lack of an audience. As I suspected this sixteen year old edged close to me and pretended to be absolutely enthralled by the badger.

"'You speak English?' I asked. "The boy almost snapped to attention. 'Little English, yes,' he told me.

"Would you like to make some money?' I asked.

"The lad allowed that he would and I gave him some cock and bull story about being a research scientist interested in studying different racial types. I offered him a bunch of yen which added up to five bucks American if he agreed to be my subject. He agreed fast enough and I asked him where we could be alone for a few minutes in complete privacy. The sixteen year old lecher led me across the street where several abandoned trucks lay stripped and rusting. We went inside one of them which was about half the size of an average American living room. The back door could be locked from the inside so we had plenty to privacy if not comfort. Light came from several holes in the top of the abandoned cab truck and I sat down on a tire so worn that no one wanted to steal it.

"Take off your clothes,' I said in a clinical manner.

"The lad acted as I had hit him with ten pounds of week-old flounder. 'What?' he cried.

"I've got to measure you,' I said. T want to see how big your thing gets. This is all for science."

"The kid was no dummy and leered. 'Sure, I show you my thing,' he said and took off his clothes. He now realized that I was as scientific as a girlie magazine. This didn't stop him from going along with the gag for fun and profit. I tell you, boys are so damned easy to make. I don't even think my husband had it as easy with all those teenyboppers he plowed.

"The boy was just so-so in the sex department but I measured his erect tube with my fingers as if I were doing clinical research. There was nothing shy about this kid and he said he'd like to measure what I had between my legs.

"I took off my clothes and placed them neatly on the old tire which was all the furniture there was in the room. The kid leered so hard I thought he'd put extra holes in my body. I sat back on the tire and let him finger my slit with his hands. He rammed in one hand almost to his wrist and I had to pull it out. 'Let me see how good you are with that,' I said flicking the head of his aroused sex organ with a finger.

"I leaned back as I sat on the tire and spread my legs. The boy was rather short so he didn't have to hunch down to stick his engorged meat into my opening. By the way he rammed into me I could see that he was no novice at the art of banging broads.

"The sixteen year old worked like a piston gone mad as he rammed and rammed and rammed. He wasn't well-endowed but he proved that old adage: It isn't what you got, it's how you use it.

"'Ow! Ow! Ow!' he cried as he spilled over.

"I had to tell him to be quiet because we were, after all, right in the heart of Tokyo. When he poured all his passion into me I had to ask his help to unbend from my position on the tire. The minute I sat up and sighed the lad clamped his mouth on one of my nipples and started to suck. As he mouthed me he curled four of his fingers into my cleft again and moved them up and down like the sex organs of lecherous quadruplets.

"Outside the abandoned truck there were all kinds of street sounds as the traffic went by and kids played in the lot. One of them started to bounce a ball against the wall of the cab and I began to get nervous. I had only wanted a quickie but this sixteen year old sex fiend wanted to draw the affair out for hours.

"I stood up and tried to get my panties on but the boy went to his knees and licked my blonde pubic patch. He chewed on my sex hard and I was afraid that I had picked the wrong fellow for my 'quickie' affair. He had been just a bit too forward with all that trailing around after me. I should've been the one to approach some nice, shy boy instead of allowing myself to be chased ... and caught ... by Japan's answer to the Boston Strangler.

"When he bit down on my sex too hard I got mad and pushed his head away savagely. 'That'll be enough. You've given me the money's worth! Now cut it out or I'll call the police."

"That was as silly threat for me to make but it seemed to impress the rampaging, almond-eyed lothario and he allowed me to put on my pants and bra. Once these two areas of interest were covered up he put on his shorts and the both of us dressed in silence. My vagina throbbed with his oral assault and I wondered if I had contacted rabies from the boy wonder.

"I opened the door and stepped out into the middle of a gang of seven year old kids who froze when they saw me. How often do Japanese children see American women come out of abandoned trucks in the heart of Tokyo?

"My lover came next and I hurried across the street to the zoo before he decided to drag me back inside the truck for the second round of our mnning sex battle. I went back to that dumb old badger again and leaned up against the wall. The kid came running after me and panted: 'You forgot to pay me."

"He was a sex fiend but he also had a passion for money. I paid the kid off but he still hung around. 'Want to do it again?' he urged.

"I took off like a rocket after that and jumped on the first bus. I didn't care where it went as long as it took me away from the zoo, the dopey badger, and the Teenaged Terror of Tokyo. I was really steamed. For the first time since the sex cruise began a boy had insisted on being paid. It certainly deflated my ego so I was glad when some Japanese gents on the bus started feeling me up every time we turned a comer."

Slone.

"Tokyo is considered a 'man's town' by tourists because of the easy availability of female companionship. A man can call for a girl 'guide', go into a club and meet a 'hostess', and walk into a bathhouse where he can be bathed and massaged by beautiful girls. Not all of the girls in the above-named occupations are prostitutes, of course, but enough of them offer their bodies for a price that a man never need be lonely in the Japanese capital.

"I couldn't see why a woman tourist couldn't be as pampered by young males and made a few discreet inquirees in the various clubs and lounges we three unmarried ladies stopped at. A hostess in one club gave me the name and address of a bathhouse where she assured me ladies were most welcome.

"Veronica and Jane warned me that it sounded like a gimmick so I went on alone. A taxi brought me to the rear entrance of a shabby looking building and I began to feel that the girls had been right after all. Still, I had stuck my neck out this far and I decided to plunge ahead. I walked into the building and stopped before a desk. A bald man in his fifties grinned at me when I told him about the hostess who had given me the name and address of the place.

"'Yes,' he assured me, 'ladies most welcome. We have many nice boys."

"He rang a bell and a young man in his twenties appeared. He was good looking but much too old for my tastes. Yet I went along with him down a corridor of closed doors. Inside the room I heard the sounds of slapping and groans. It sounded like a massage parlor, all right, but who was giving a massage to who?

"The man brought me into a small room that had a sunken bath and a massage table. He took a folder out of his inner pocket and handed it to me. 'Pick boy,' he said.

"The folder was filled with pictures of boys and I realized that I had to choose one to service me. I still wasn't sure of just what kind of service I'd get but I was hopeful. 'Who is the youngest?' I asked.

"He tapped on a picture of a pretty boy with a mop of straight, black hair. 'Takki,' he said. 'Only seventeen. Very strong. Very healthy. Very popular. Twenty dollar for one hour."

"I now was certain that the hostess had steered me to the right joint. I asked the man to send the lad in and he bowed and left. There was no smirk on his face which was soothing. The Japanese have such an honest and open attitude towards sex that there is nothing shameful about a mature woman wanting the administrations of a youthful stud. I didn't know if I should strip or not so I decided to wait for my boy.

"Takki came in and bowed. He was wearing a mini-robe and, I felt, nothing else. He indeed looked very strong and very healthy. His English was limited to a few words but he managed to make himself clear. 'Off clothes,' he said with a smile.

"I stripped in front of him as I had done before so many other boys and placed them on a chair. Takki smiled at me and nodded. 'Nice. Good. Nice,' he said indicating towards my body. Then he led me over to the sunken tub.

"The water was very hot so he added a couple of buckets of cold water to make it bearable for me. I slipped down into the tub and the Japanese boy removed his robe. He had a muscular body with a flat stomach and broad shoulders. His long sex organ was limp. Takki scrubbed my back and breasts saying: 'Nice. Good. Nice."

"By the time I got out of the tub my skin was lobster-red. The seventeen year old lad brought me over to a shower stall and applied soap to my entire body including my anus and vagina. When I was one soap bubble he turned on the cold water. I squealed much to the boy's delight. After a cold shower I was glad to get to the very hot tub. He allowed me to soak there for awhile as he strutted naked in front of me. I could see that he was conceited and was enjoying displaying his naked glory in front of the eyes of a woman.

"'llp. Up,' he said and helped me out of the tub. He gave me another cold shower and then toweled my body dry. It was now time for the massage.

"He helped me onto the massage table where I lay stomach down. Takki applied his hand to my flesh and I moaned with pleasure. He swept his hands down to my butts, spread them wide, and went on down my legs. He had me roll over and I looked right into his eyes to see if I could find any genuine lust there. He stared right back and revealed nothing but that sleek, polished pleasantness he had been demonstrating all along. My now vast experience with young boys told me that Takki was young in years only. His eyes showed a long and personal contact with many women so I was just another body to him. In my travels I had met many professionals boy prostitutes but he was the most professional so far. I could just imagine when he started in the business. No one gets that cool, sleek look that hustlers show the world overnight.

"Takki rubbed his hands over my breasts and stomach. He rubbed my pubic area and then massaged the front part of my legs. He had run out of space as far as the massage routine went so he had to get down to the meat of the business pretty soon.

"I looked at his sex organ. It was aroused and ready. He smiled when he saw me staring and stepped back to show off his manhood. 'You like?' he asked.

"I like very much,' I said without too much enthusiasm. After having had so many affairs with so many vital boys Takki detatched professionalism bored me. I wondered if my husband had met the female counterparts of Takki in his quest for youth.

"The Japanese boy licked each of my nipples and ran his tongue over my breasts. I felt no real passion in his work. I could see just how listless he was when he kept pulling on his sex organ to keep it erect. I didn't know if his 'popularity' with other women had drained him of a virile sex drive or he plain just didn't care to have relations with me. I was sure that, when women came to this unusual bathhouse, they always demanded the youngest boy assuming that he would be the freshest and most vital. Takki had as much freshness as a left-over corsage.

"The boy gave a weary little sigh when he finally decided to mount me. He pushed his precious, money-maker into my flesh and began his mechanical movements. His rump moved up and down in the soft light of the private room and I tried to massage some life into his body by digging my fingers into his back.

"Takki managed to keep his flesh sexually stiff enough to turn in a passable enough performance and I began to feel something for him as his strokes increased. He pushed into me hard and then released himself. His orgasm wasn't very powerful but it was good enough to pass muster.

"The boy left my body almost gratefully. 'You like?' he wanted to know.

"I didn't want to tell him that I've had a lot better so I lied and told him that he was a great lover. I then remembered that I had been given a time limit of an hour and checked my watch. I still had ten mintues to go.

"I had the boy mount the massage table and he seemed to enjoy the reversal of roles. Besides, I could see that he needed a rest because his eyes closed when I rubbed his back. I slipped my hands over his firm butts and told him to roll over. He gave another of his weary sighs and quickly checked his own wrist watch. He didn't want to give me a minute I hadn't paid for.

"I was determined to get the boy to react with some kind of enthusiasm so I took his limp organ orally and started to fellate him. He groaned with surprised joy. I wondered if any of his other 'clients' had gone this far with him. Perhaps he enjoyed the passive role in love-making rather than the aggressive part.

"In my mouth his flesh swelled until it was fully lengthened. I bobbed my head over his body and my damp hair drifted against his hips. I heard the door open. Time is up,' I heard a man say. Ah, the efficient Japanese.

"The man walked into the room and I could feel his eyes fixed on my face where the sexual contact was being made. 'Time is up,' he repeated softly but with the first hint of sensuality in his tone. He became an audience of one as I brought Takki to another climax. When the spilling took place I took all of it into my body and then lifted my head. The man who had led me into the room in the first place repeated: 'Time is up."

"I looked at my watch. I had only used up two more minutes than I was supposed to. Takki had spent twenty minutes on just strutting around naked in front of me when I was in the tub. I didn't want to lodge a complaint because I naturally assumed that the female's bordello didn't have a complaint department.

"Takki didn't look like he wanted to complain because he lay there on the massage table with a big smile on his face. 'You like?' I asked him.

"He laughed when I used his favorite term and the older man joined him. I joined in the merriment just so I wouldn't feel neglected.

"As I dressed the boy slipped on his robe and left with a bow. The man who had brought me to the room led me back down the corridor. One of the doors in front of me suddenly opened. A middle-aged American woman in a print dress and health shoes walked out talking to someone in a shrill voice. 'See you again, honey,' she said. 'Keep your powder dry, if you know what I mean.' She laughed at her own wit and walked down the corridor without even seeing me. As I passed the room she had just left I saw a naked, tired-looking Japanese boy sitting on the massage table. He seemed to be so utterly drained that Takki was a fireball in comparison.

"When I paid my twnety dollars at the desk the bald man bowed and told me to come back again. I stepped outside only to run into the woman in the print dress. 'Some joint, huh, honey?' she said in that shrill voice. Too bad they didn't have these back in states when we were young, huh, honey?'

"Although I knew I wasn't young anymore I hated to have this sore spot pointed out to me. T don't know what you're talking about, madam,' I answered, I happen to be collecting for charity."

"The poor soul believed me and shoved five dollars in my hand. I put it aside in my handbag to buy me next boy with ... whoever he may be."