Behind closed doors, lots of guys enjoy sharing their wives/girlfriends. As a single white American, I’d been fairly lucky in my years living in Japan. I met quite a few Japanese as well as foreign couples who have included me in sexual get-togethers. I’m definitely not a male model, just a regular schmo. But I was always gracious, polite and charming. I made it a rule to always be respectful and reliable.
Evidently many solo guys didn’t get that, and thus I’d been able to enjoy a bit of sure-thing, no-strings-attached sex with other guys’ ladies. I never had any difficulty rising to each occasion in front of a male “audience.” Indeed I’d grown to crave the complete devolution of a girl’s society-built morals down to her base carnal desires.
Up until now, I’ve always been a “service provider,” fucking other guys’ girls. This is the story of the first time I switched things around and enjoyed providing my girl to other guys.
First, let me describe Junko. She’s Japanese of course. At 33 years old, she was a couple of years younger than me. She studied in NYC for a year, and lived in Seattle for another year. Her English ability was damn near fluent. Standing a petite 5’2″, Junko wasn’t gorgeous but definitely could be considered cute. However, she was not rail-thin like many Japanese girls are. Junko was what some might say “big boned”. I wouldn’t say she was fat (though she had said she was sometimes insulted as fat by other Japanese women). Rather, she was plump. And Junko had one of those female pot bellies. Though I of course love thin curvy women, during the heat of passion I quite enjoyed all of her flesh. If anything bothered me it was the lack of protruding ass (common for most Asian women).
While she wasn’t shy with sex, Junko was extremely self-conscious about her body. Fucking (as well as showers & baths) always took place in almost complete darkness! She finally compromised some when I got a few of those electric candles. But the inevitable morning sex in the morning daylight always caused her to clam up, sulk, and just lie there waiting for me to cum. Later, after she getting dressed, she jokingly called it her “morning rape,” but she wasn’t angry and didn’t ever complain.
Fortunately she had an amazing set of knockers. They were D-sized tits (exceedingly rare in Japan) that fully made up for the belly. The dark brown aureola weren’t obnoxiously large, as they can sometimes be on natural big tits. Junko had a great rack, and often wore outfits that showed off her cleavage.
Oh and she had a nice little bald pussy. It was neither shaved nor waxed. She had had it lasered. So it was always just as smooth, silky and unblemished as her inner thighs… heaven! I’d spent hours exploring with my tongue her smooth folds (she didn’t have much by way of external labia) as well as her little clit.
My story starts with some the “sexy talk” Junko and I often engaged in as we slow fucked one night. I had asked about her wildest experience. She told me about a time she stayed over at a college boyfriend’s dorm room. After he left for early morning soccer practice, his roommate seduced her and she went with it. I thought she was leading up to her getting double-teamed, but unfortunately that hadn’t happened. I tried pushing to see if she wished a threesome had happened, but she didn’t want to dwell on the past relationship.
Instead she asked about my wildest sex, and I went ahead and told her about my hobby. She was of course pretty shocked to hear I’d had so many experiences as a “bull” and they were all so recent. After her college story, she had assumed we were still talking about youthful indiscretions. I assured her I most definitely hadn’t played around in the eight months we had known each other.
In subsequent fuck sessions she kept asking for more details. Obviously Junko had been thinking about things! With a voice of disgust, she asked why guys would like it and why girls would let it happen. I explained by describing specific examples of play sessions I’d experienced. Junko persisted with her displays of shock and disgust, but her pussy showed otherwise. She became so extremely wet that I needed to put a bath towel under her as we fucked. I knew the idea of her taking more than one cock turned her on. Her sly smile indicated she knew that I knew.
Soon after that time, Junko screwed up and lost two tickets for a sold out jazz concert that I had bought for us. Those tickets weren’t cheap, and I was actually quite peeved with her.
So during the eventual make-up sex, I told her that her penalty for losing the tickets was to be a Sunday afternoon in a love hotel with me and another guy. At first she thought I was joking. Then she feigned shock and tried to refuse. But with a little bit of mind manipulation, I finally got Junko to resign and accept her sentence. Her juicing pussy betrayed her true feelings though.
I never involved any regular friends in my “alternative” activities. So instead, I contacted a horn-dog buddy who was in the US Navy, based nearby in Yokosuka. John had a passing resemblance to Tiger Woods: he was black with a little bit of Asian blood in him. We’d met a few years past when a swinging couple held a gangbang party. And since then we contacted each other whenever one of us came across a couple looking for group action.
John and I chatted for a while about the last time we’d met: nine months past a middle-aged Japanese guy wanted to watch from the corner of a hotel room while his younger wife got tag-teamed and cream-pied by a black guy and a white guy. I joked to John that she might be having our baby right about now! I admitted that I hadn’t partied since that time, and John told me about a wild gang bang that he and a fellow sailor had stumbled upon at some nude beach a couple hours west of Tokyo. From his account, John’s friend seemed cool.
I then got to the point and filled him in about Junko. John of course immediately accepted the invitation. Without any thought, I found myself asking John to see about bringing his buddy along. I probably shouldn’t have done that. For newbie girls, there’s a pretty big difference between a relatively intimate threesome and a full on foursome gang bang.
I told John I’d nail down a date as soon as I can find a Sunday when Junko was free, not on the rag, and not at the ovulation stage of her cycle.
That Sunday would be three weeks later. I arranged to meet John and his friend, Phil, near Shinjuku Station at 12:30pm. We’d then stop at a nearby convenience store to buy drinks and snacks for our hotel room party, in time to meet Junko at 1pm.
Of course the Navy boys were late in arriving. John’s previous flat top hair was now a uniformly short trim. He flashed a big smile and introduced his buddy. Phil was a tall and lanky white guy with sandy brown hair and a bit of chin stubble. He had on a green t-shirt, and John called him Shaggy from Scooby-do. He really looked like him too. We managed to get the shopping done before Junko’s arrival.
Precisely at 1pm Junko came walking up to the appointed street corner. She had on big “Jackie O” sunglasses that obscured much of her face. She was pretty fashionable. I introduced her to John and Phil, who greeted her politely. She was friendly, but a bit confused as to why there was an additional guy. I told her in Japanese not to worry about it. She gave my arm a half-hearted swat. I took that to mean she wasn’t too miffed at the sudden increase in the size of the party.
The four of us then joined the throngs of people walking in Shinjuku on a bright Sunday afternoon. We made a couple of turns, and after making a left down a side street, lo-and-behold we were suddenly in the red light district. By day you would never know it though. Shops and bars were all shuttered tight. The only indication as to the type of neighborhood were the love hotels.
Japanese tend to live in thin walled houses with multi-generational families, and don’t often move out after graduation. So sexy time is not possible at home. Instead “love hotels” have evolved. The can be rented for the night, or merely for a few hours. They are very discreet and kept immaculately clean (otherwise prim and proper Japanese ladies wouldn’t visit). The point with love hotels is sex, be it vanilla or freaky. So rooms are sound proofed. And any noises of passion that escape a room aren’t a concern as they would be at a regular hotel with families walking by in the corridors. Another major difference with love hotels is that once you’re locked into your room, you can’t leave until you you’ve paid in full for the time spent (there’s even a payment machine inside the hotel rooms right by the exit!).
The various love hotels in this neighborhood had discreet signs and even more discreet entryways. Most of them only admit hetero couples (no gay couples or groups). But I had researched online those which do allow groups. Having prepared using the wonders of Streetview, I knew immediately where to go. I pointed the entrance out. Junko and I went in first, with John and Phil following closely behind. Just inside the little lobby was a display screen showing which rooms were currently available. I quickly selected a room that was right on the 1st floor, just off to the side of the display. I ushered Junko toward the room and we all dashed in before any staff could raise any question.
We all shuffled into the room taking off our shoes at the entryway. With the door clicked locked, the thrill of success coursed through my veins. I could only imagine what Junko might have had going on in her mind.
We walked into the main room and I closed the interior door that divided the entryway to the main room. Smart idea that; since it helped to keep noise from escaping out into the hall.
Everyone was understandably nervous about how to proceed. So we opened the shopping bag, took out beers, popped ’em open and said a quick “kampai.”
Junko and I had the sofa. The two guys sat on the bed. Junko was laughing with Phil after finding out that they had both lived within blocks of each other during her time in Seattle. John also seemed to know the city well, and joined their chat while not-so-subtly checking out Junko’s cleavage.
I wanted to check out our digs. The main room had a bed, a sofa, a flatscreen TV, a stereo and of all things: a slot machine! The room was windowless, and there were two doors. One led to the entryway from which we had all come. I got up to check out the other door. It led to a sink/vanity area. A big mirror was rimmed with bright lights, resembling a mirror that makeup artists in the entertainment world use. On the sink counter were all the various amenities found in regular hotels, plus a mini-bottle of lube and four condoms!
On the left was a narrow door to the toilet (in Japan the toilet is often in a room totally separate from the bath room). To the right of the vanity was a sliding glass door to the shower/bath, which was much larger than in a regular hotel: the bathtub could accommodate 2 people, had jets and even mood lighting inside the tub! Outside the tub, the shower area was quite spacious too. I turned on the hot water to start filling the tub, since I didn’t know how long it’d take to fill. It was all electronic, and had a sensor to stop the hot water once it was appropriately filled.
I then went back into the main room. Junko seemed to be comfortable chatting away with the guys. The beer was making her face glow with a pinkish hue. I joined the conversation, now about the differences between music festivals in Japan and the US. It continued for a few more minutes before petering out to one of those times when everyone gets quiet.
I spoke up. “So Junko, why don’t you take a shower first?”
She liked that idea, since the implication was that she could have private time alone. She asked, “Do you guys need the toilet first?”
I was going to mention that the toilet was separate from the bath, but I realized that a sliding glass door would offer limited privacy for her. In turn, both guys took her up on the offer and went to pee.
When they both had returned to the main room, Junko excused herself and went into the vanity area. I joined her at the last moment, since I figured I should pee too. After I finished, Junko was still at the vanity mirror. “Everything OK?” I asked. “Uh-huh,” she smiled, and I gave her a quick peck on the cheek. Then I left her to her own devices, closing the door behind me.
“All good?” John asked as I sat back down on the sofa.
“All good.” I replied. Relief mixed with a bit of anticipation filled the air.
I sipped my beer and continued, “Right, so she’s fine with just about anything that doesn’t involve pain. She likes to be spanked a bit hard, just not too violently. And she’s absolutely not into anything anal at all. Cool?”
“Cool,” they replied. I heard the shower turn on.
Phil patted his backpack and said, “I’ve got plenty of rubbers, does she prefer covered blowjobs?”
I responded, “Actually, condoms irritate her pussy. So bareback is fine. You’ve both been checked recently?”
“Last month actually. After that beach party,” John responded for them both. I heard the shower door firmly close.
I continued, “But I’m not sure if she’s cool with you coming inside her. She likes cum on her tits though,” I pointed to John the obvious breast-man. “And she swallows,” I shifted my pointing finger to Phil. We laughed, and I felt a bit like a coach of a football team or something.
“All right, let’s get going,” I smiled a bit nervously. The adrenaline was pumping in me from the mix of nervousness and anticipation of what was about to happen. It gave me a bit of the shakes, and interestingly a strange giddiness. This was completely different from banging other guys’ girls.
We all got up and started undressing. Unlike in a locker room situation, it was more acceptable to check out each others’ junk while we stripped. John was height-weight proportional, and looked like he might have been a wrestler a while back. He had completely shaved his pubes. His cock was proportional to his body size: though definitely a man-sized, it wasn’t the stereotypical black monster dick. I knew that Junko would be relieved… her only experience with black cocks were from porn movies. Still, dark brown and curving to the floor, it resembled an elephant’s trunk.
Phil was the lanky type. Down below, he had sculpted his brown pubes into a tight clean area. His had more of the long & skinny type of cock. It was uncut, but his foreskin wasn’t crazy big. Both guys had longer cocks than me. But mine was thicker than Phil’s. Junko was gonna have a nice variety this afternoon!
Phil and I were already semi-hard, but John was still flaccid. While putting clothes off to the side, I jokingly asked him if he was gonna rise to the occasion. He answered, “Ohhh yeah, bro.”
The shower stopped and I walked over to the doorway completely naked. I opened the door just enough to see Junko emerging from the sliding glass door. She was reaching for a towel and smiled at my nudity. She said, “Your turn.”
“Wait,” I said as I fluidly intercepted her, took away her towel and steered her back into the shower. True to form Junko had kept the shower room dark, except for the mood lighting from the tub. She began to protest that she was already washed.
I ignored her. And as I turned the shower back on, I called out to the guys to come in. Junko’s “ehhhhhh?” was a feeble protest as the two naked guys shuffled into the dim and humid shower room. Junko quickly moved her left arm over her tits, covering the nipples but showing cleavage and major underboob. Her right hand was over her tummy, hiding the belly fat that she hated so. Her hairless pussy was on full display to the guys as they entered from the bright vanity area.
The glass on the sliding shower door was tinted, so once Phil shut it behind him it got quite dark. The multicolored glow from interior of the tub cast dim shadows. There was enough space in the shower area for the four of us without getting too crammed.
Junko and I were already wet. So I pulled Junko’s to me, moved us aside, and ushered the guys over to the shower to get wet. My rapidly hardening cock was pressing pressing against her soft ass. And from her head motions, I knew she was checking out John and Phil’s packages.
I pushed her into the middle, reached down and fumbled for the pump bottle containing the body wash. “Soap ‘er up, lads!” I said as I pumped product into their outstretched hands.
Junko continued her meek protest about already being clean. But it immediately stopped once four soapy hands were on her.
I pumped some soap into my own hand and put the bottle down. In the dimness Junko was facing me with her eyes tightly closed. She looked obviously uncomfortable with the multiple hands moving all over her torso. I couldn’t blame her: she was completely naked and being groped by two guys she’d never met before. Additionally, two strange cocks were touching her hips; and both of them were waking up, eager to invade her body.
Nervous though she might have been, Junko had finally stopped covering her body. She leaned her head backward onto John’s shoulder as the shower flowed over her hair and face. Her arms still seemed awkward at her sides, as if she didn’t know what to do with them.
I had soap in my hands that I had intended to also use on Junko. Instead I used it on my own crotch. I realized my cock was now already completely hard and curving up to the ceiling. The sound of the flowing shower was interrupted only by grunts of approval from John and Phil, and the occasionally slurp of hands on soapy flesh. Junko was silent, like she was merely enduring what was happening to her. But soon enough her mouth opened, and a soft sigh of pleasure escaped her lips. Her nipples were also responding to the attentions of fingers massaging them.
Junko’s head was still leaning on John’s shoulder, but then she turned her head to look up over at Phil. He leaned down and began to passionately kiss her. I could barely see tongues intertwined. Junko hands, which had awkwardly been raised slightly up, were now down as each latched onto a respective cock.
I bent down and picked up the soap bottle again. “Here Junko. Get them clean.”
My suggestion kind of snapped her out of her kiss with Phil. Her head dreamily lifted up from John’s shoulder and she opened her eyes to look at me. They were now glassy and horny.
I squirted soap into her hands and she returned them to the cocks on either side of her. She built up a lather with vigorous stroking. Junko now had more control of the situation and turned around to face the guys and shower. She rinsed her front of the soap and leaned up to John to kiss him. Smacking sounds came from their lips and tongues as she continued stroking their soapy cocks.
I grabbed the little plastic stool commonly used in Japanese showers and placed it right behind Junko. She broke off the kiss and sat on the stool, her face becoming level with their soapy crotches. Her manner became almost motherly and she dutifully soaped up their balls and inner thighs. John looked to be 60-70% hard and growing. Phil’s thin cock was fully erect. While my hard-on curved upward, his went up straight as an arrow.
I muttered, “Phil, grab me the shower.” He reached up behind him and unlatched the shower head. It’s hose was long enough to reach around them. I took it from Phil and rinsed myself of the soap. Then I aimed it over each of their crotches. As soon as their cocks were fully free of soap, Junko went straight in for blow jobs.
“Fuck!” John said as Junko’s mouth took in the dark purple head of his cock first. I couldn’t see so well, but Junko was adding some excellent lip smacking and suction sounds to the deep moans of pleasure filling the shower room.
I rinsed Junko’s lower body and handed the shower head back to Phil. Junko had switched to take Phil into her mouth. Obviously he had a hard time finding the shower cradle behind him. John reached back to assist.
Meanwhile I leaned down and gathered Junko’s long wet hair as her head bobbed front and back. She was stabbing the back of her mouth with Phil’s cock and making vocal “ga-ga” sounds. What a performance!
Enjoying her feminine body, I lightly felt up the outline of her body with my hands, from underarm to side-boob to waist to wider hips. Despite the belly, her body had quite the hourglass shape from behind.
Junko switched to enjoy John’s cock again. Then moved back to Phil’s. As she moved back and forth enjoying the different textures and shapes of the cocks, I wrapped mine in her thick silky wet hair to sooth my now almost painful erection.
I whispered huskily, “Get her up.”
John and Phil pulled her up by her arms. I kicked the stool away, stepped closer and the Japanese girl was surrounded by three horny foreign guys. Six hands were pawing her and three cocks were rubbing against her.
We kept spinning her around so that we could each partake of her front and her back. She moaned in dizziness and horniness. When her back was to me, I grabbed her forearms, stepped back and pulled her so her back was against my chest. Phil and John each went in for a tit. Sucking and licking noises emitted as the two guys attacked her nipples. Junko let out a sighing groan.
I let go of her arms, and from behind I reached between her thighs. I could feel a bit of slime on her inner thigh, obviously her pussy was juicing big time! I intended to insert a finger into her pussy, but was surprised to find a finger already in her from the front! It was a bit uncomfortable to touch and disturb another guy who was already engaged in such an intimate of actions. John and I both embarrassingly muttered, “Sorry,” at the same time..
That snapped Junko out of her pleasure zone. She had turned a corner. With her elbows she pushed off of me and stepped between John and Phil. I guess since it was John who had been fingering her, she turned her back on him and shoved her buttocks against his now fully hard cock. She was animalistically presenting to John, swaying her buttcrack back and forth against his hard-on. She leaned over, put her hands onto Phil’s hips for support and immediately took his standing cock into her mouth.
Being a good guy, John looked over to me for permission. Obviously Junko wanted to be fucked right there. Before I could even finish saying, “Go for i-,” John had pointed his cock down and plunged almost fully into her. Junko let out a sharp cry, muffled by Phil’s cock filling her mouth.
John very slowly pulled out almost completely. After a teasing pause, he then shoved back all the way in. His efforts were rewarded by another piercing little scream. John did it once again before establishing a regular rhythm. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her wet ass joined the moans of pleasure filling the shower room.
I stood enthralled at the scene. No matter how many pornos I’ve watched, having it happen live right in front of me was always totally different. Up until this moment the group sex had always been with other guys’ girls. Now here before my eyes was my own girlfriend getting properly fucked in the pussy and mouth at the same time.
Both Junko and John were grunting with pleasure. Phil was breathing heavily as he must have been enjoying the effects of her grunts on his cock. She removed herself from Phil’s cock and beckoned for my cock to suck. I moved next to Phil. And the threesome became a fully fledged gang bang.
I was previously already close to the edge. Just the mere lascivious eroticism of what was happening had brought me this far. But with her head bumping onto my cock every time John thrusted, I knew I was gonna lose it soon. “Shit. Junko no. You’re gonna make me cum too soon.”
She enjoyed her mini power play by letting go of Phil’s cock and grabbing my hips with both hands. I was unable to withdraw my cock from her mouth. This must have been her way of saying, fuck you for putting me in this situation!
While John continued pumping her from behind, Junko adjusted her mouth movements so that my cock wasn’t too deep in her mouth.
That was it, I erupted right then and there. As I convulsed into Junko’s mouth. Phil and John both said “yeah!” and “good job!” in encouragement. Interesting how team camaraderie applies to gang bangs too.
Right after my final shiver, Junko swallowed, let go of my cock and moved right back to Phil’s. John picked up the pace again. He really started giving it to her with authority. Now with each thrust, she mewed almost as if in pain (a typical fuck noise with Japanese girls).
I took a step back to get a full view of the scene. Junko was holding onto Phil’s cock for dear life, but with the commanding fucking that John was giving her she was unable to keep it in her mouth.
Instead of passing her along, John greedily kept her pussy for himself. After a bit he announced he was about to cum. A few more thrusts and he pulled out of Junko.
She turned around, leaned over to take John’s cock into her mouth, and pushed her ass toward Phil. Phil had no problem entering her now-loosened pussy. Junko vigorously stroked John’s shaft, keeping the head of his cock in her mouth.
As John climaxed he yelled out a very wild growl that reverberated around the shower room. Phil stopped moving but kept his cock buried balls-deep and just held it there, grasping Junko’s hips. Her throat moved as she swallowed once. But I could tell by his spasms that John was still filling her mouth. Junko milked the shaft until his orgasm finally subsided. John then sat down on the edge of the bathtub to catch his breath.
Phil resumed his pumping Junko from behind, faster and faster until he was jackrabbiting her. That set her off. She started mewling in pleasure as a fat glob of John’s cum danced obscenely from her chin.
With his arms raised for balance, Phil’s body was motionless except for his pelvis, which moved at rapid-fire speed. John moved aside; and we both stood back to enjoy the live show, nursing our spent cocks. I noticed that, like me, he remained as hard as ever. Maybe with the hormones in the air, human males are perhaps wired to stay erect in order to get every chance at mating.
Phil then dropped his arms, reached down and grabbed Junko’s shoulders and moved down to her forearms. He pulled her backwards, arching her back. In the glow of the tub’s mood lighting, I saw that string of cum from her chin stick itself to her chest. Her full tits bounced in opposite circles, lewdly slapping against each other. Her eyes were two-thirds closed, and she was looking off into space, obviously in the stratosphere of some other planet.
Junko’s arched back must have started to get sore, for she subtly shifted a little. Phil let go of one arm, and Junko reached forward to grab the edge of the bath tub. Her other arm joined the first. And Junko began to use the edge of the tub as leverage to start fucking back onto Phil’s pelvis. That was enough to set him off. “Oh shit,” Phil said, “I’m gonna cum.”
As she slammed herself back onto his cock again and again, it was Junko’s turn to emit an animalistic growl as she said, “Don’t stop. Go ahead and cum.”
Unprotected sex was dangerous enough, but a creampie really invites trouble. Part of me knew I should have cut in with a voice of reason. But that part of me was lost to the intensity of the sights, sounds and even smells of humans engaged in raw sex.
John and perhaps even Phil may have been in similar states of mind. But not Junko. She knew what she was doing. She kept shoving her body from the bath tub, taking Phil’s pole each time.
She looked back and snarled, “I want it, shoot it in me.” Junko was talking to Phil, but since she was unable look directly back at him it almost seemed like she was looking at me. The crazed look in her eyes seemed to be a mixture of hate, anger, but mostly lust.
That was it. Phil grabbed her hips, plunged all the way into her, and silently convulsed pulse after pulse of cum into the center of Junko’s body.
After Phil’s last body spasm, John and I both exclaimed, “Daaamn!” in low voices. Junko’s arms rested against the tub, her head dipped down hanging underneath with her big titties. Phil remained fully latched on, enjoying those wonderful aftereffects that only seem to happen after ejaculating bareback inside a girl. The only sound besides exhausted panting was the shower blasting hot water into the corner of the shower room.
Though John sported a hard-on that was obviously ready to go again, he gentlemanly announced, “Let’s rinse off and let the little lady regain her composure.”
Once Phil extricated himself out of Junko, she sort of collapsed, sitting on the floor of the shower room and nestling her head into her arm that was leaning on the edge of the tub. I asked her if she was all right. She looked up at me with a tired smile as her hand gently lazily skimmed the surface of the hot water in the tub. Yeah, she was just fine.
In turn, Phil then John then I used the shower to rinse off and then exited the shower room. Before leaving, I told Junko to take her time and relax. I leaned over intending to peck her check. She assertively leaned up to kiss me on the lips. Her lips were sticky and her entire body smelled of cum. We smiled at each other and I left her to her own devices.
Wearing towels around our waists, the main room once again felt like a locker room. John put on some music and I went over to the light dimmer. I knew that Junko hates showing her body in well-lit rooms. We sat back and lounged, lazily sipping our now-tepid beers.
After briefly praising our sexual performances, our conversation quickly changed to more neutral topics. It seemed wrong to trade war stories about a girl who was just in the other room.
We kept chatting for quite a while before I heard the shower door slide open. Junko spent quite a while at the vanity mirror area as well. No one can ever rush a woman in her rituals. I had to pee again but knew I should wait it out.
Finally Junko emerged, looking femininely radiant with one towel wrapped around her body from armpits down and another wrapped around her wet hair. She came over, sat down, sipped her beer, and joined the conversation as if nothing had just transpired in the shower room.
It was the shy Japanese girl who finally broached the topic of sex. “Actually I wasn’t planning on letting you cum in me today. But I have a morning-after pill that I’m going to take tonight. So it’s OK. Please don’t worry.” Japanese women are amazing: Junko was more concerned about the feelings of her “guests”.
John and Phil in turn leaned over and politely kissed her cheek. Then we picked up our beers and did another kampai.
At that point, I remembered my need to relieve myself. I excused myself and had a big, long pee. A post-sex pee from a cock that was still semi-hard meant that the stream didn’t cooperate. I was having a difficult time of it, especially since I had to get accustomed to the brighter light in the toilet room. So it took a while to successfully vacate my bladder cleanly. Finally I flushed and went to the vanity sink to wash up.
From the vanity I could hear that something was different. There was still music in the main room but no talking. I heard a few vocal noises that at first made me think that Junko was on the phone with someone.
The light in the vanity area was bright and so it took a while for my eyes to adjust back to the dimly lit main room. Before I could fully see, I knew the noises were indeed coming from Junko, but they were definitely carnal in nature.
My eyes first were able to make out the lighter colored items. The white bath towels had been strewn on the bed and sofa. And Phil’s white skin. Surprisingly he was up standing on the bed.
Finally my retinas were fully dilated and the scene unfolded itself to me. Junko was riding cowgirl atop John, her back to me. She was bucking her hips back and forth. John’s hands were working both of her tits. Phil was standing over them, Junko’s mouth wrapped around his cock and her hands on his butt cheeks. She was greedily sucking away while making “mmmm” noises. I just stood there amazed at this girl as she thoroughly enjoyed devouring with her orifices the cocks of two guys she had just met.
Feigning surprise and enjoying a bit of cuckold role-play, I spoke up, “And what do we have here?”
Phil looked up and answered for the three of them, “Sorry dude. But you know how it is.”
Junko suctioned to the tip of Phil’s cock before letting it out and slurping up the stray saliva and cock juices. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, “You go sit on the sofa. You’re only allowed to watch for now.”
I loved how she enjoyed her mini power grabs. So I offered a meek “yes dear” and sat back on the sofa with my beer. With my free hand I opened my towel from my waist and lazily stroked my now fully engorged cock.
Knowing she now had an audience, Junko exaggerated the grinding of her lower body as she resumed her blowjob with renewed gusto. The three of them continued in this position for a long while. Occasionally Junko’s hips would stop and John would take to thrusting up from underneath. Then he’d stop and Junko would resume bucking her hips. Besides her slurping and suctioning blowjob noises, I could hear sloppy wet sounds from below. She was getting wetter and wetter. And I even caught a glimpse of John’s ebony scrotum glistening with pussy juice in the dim light.
As she got more and more worked up, she stopped sucking Phil’s cock. Instead, she pressed it against her cheek as she breathed lustily into the base of his cock. I could tell Phil liked that maybe even better that the blow job.
Until now John and Junko alternated the duty of providing pelvic motion. But as John pounded her ruthlessly from below, Junko’s hips convulsed in orgasm and their connection became electric. She screamed hot breath into Phil’s crotch, which set him off.
Even during her remaining orgasmic shakes, Junko knew to take his cock head into her mouth and stroke the shaft. As he shot his load into her mouth, Phil’s orgasm face made him look like he had just seen a ghost. After Junko swallowed every drop, Phil retreated in defeat, stumbling off the bed and joining me at the opposite end of the spectators’ sofa.
John had paused his fucking, enjoying the spectacle of female and male orgasms taking place above him. Once Phil was out of the picture, he scooted out from under Junko. “Now you’re really gonna get it, cutie,” he told her.
He pushed her down onto the bed with the back of her head on the pillows. He pulled he legs wide apart showing her hairless pussy to all. In the dim light it was glistening wet and swollen with lust. John ducked his head down and proceeded to lap at her pussy.
“Oh!” was all Junko could say as she held her hands around John’s close-cropped head. He greedily slurped away between her thighs, at times emitting an approving “mmmmm.”
While continuing his tongue-work, he inserted first one then two fingers into her. Finally he sat up, maintaining the pumping of fingers into her. He replaced his tongue with two fingers from his other hand, vigorously rubbing her clit.
Junko seemed to say “no,” “wait,” and “oh god” all at one time. She tried to pry herself free of John, but he was way too big and strong. Junko covered her face with her hands, gave one loud “hnnng” and bucked her hips up off the bed. A single liquid squirt arched from between John’s hands and flew across the bed.
Phil and I could only watch fixated on the scene. John never let up. He continued to pump two fingers of his right hand, pad sides up along the top of Junko’s vaginal canal. Two fingers of his left lightly worked her clit in a blur. The dam burst. Squirt after squirt erupted out of her. Not thin streams like the first squirt. These blasts were huge obscene gushers, soaking the bed.
Junko was panting, fully defeated and fully exposed. Her two hands hid her face in embarrassment as a sob escaped her lips. John asked her if she was all right. After a few beats of silence, she responded by pulling him to her by the back of his neck and saying, “Fuck me hard now.”
“Goddamn!” was muttered from next to me. Phil was obviously loving the show as much as I was.
John mounted atop Junko is one fluid movement and began pumping into her. With her knees spread wide, Junko was grabbing and scratching John’s shoulders, back and ass. He buried his face in the pillow beside her head and proceeded to pound and pound and pound away. He came up, grabbed her spread ankles and fucked her. He put her ankles together and fucked her. He put her ankles over his shoulders next to each ear and fucked her some more.
Finally John’s back arched, he looked straight up to the ceiling and ejaculated what sounded like his entire life-force deep inside Junko’s pussy.
After appreciating the quiet panting, I reached over and grabbed a sports drink out of our shopping bag. I twisted it open and went over to the bed. John was disengaging himself from Junko’s now-limp body. He and I fist pumped and he said approvingly, “That’s what I’m talking about!”
He got up and marched victoriously to the toilet. I replaced him on the very damp bed and offered Junko the sports drink. She smiled timidly knowing that I knew why she needed to replenish her electrolytes. She propped herself up and drank deeply. Meanwhile I positioned myself between her legs.
“Let me go clean up first,” she requested. I responded with a curt no, and started rubbing the head of my cock on her clit. She gave up and put the sports drink on the nightstand. I continued masturbating her clit with my cock. John’s cum must have been pretty deep, because I didn’t see any seeping out. In just a short bit, she let out another “hnng” and I was rewarded with a hot wet squirt against my balls. I had to go in right then and there. Aiming lower I shoved my cock in balls deep.
I was immediately surprised by how noticeably looser her pussy was from normal. Her vaginal muscles had relaxed to accommodate two different cocks this afternoon. Inside Junko’s pussy was choked with what felt like mucus. Holy shit, I thought, I could feel John’s cum lining her vaginal canal. Rather than being revolted, it actually felt great. The slimy mass was great lubrication for her well-used pussy. It was different from fucking with store-bought lube which quickly dissipates. This stuff seemed to be increasing in volume. Jesus, John’s second load must have been bigger than his first.
I was in heaven, savagely fucking my newly slutty girlfriend, completely oblivious to everything around us. I spun her around and pumped her from behind. Looking down at my cock pumping in and out of her between her butt cheeks, I could see my cock was layered with a coating of white froth. I guess that’s what happens when semen and pussy juice combine and get whipped up.
Still connected, I laid next to her spooning and fucking her from behind. With an arm to cover her belly, Junko lifted her top leg up, giving a perfect view for Phil and John on the couch. Her hairless pussy was smeared with white froth. Her swollen pussy lips were spread wide to accommodate my pounding cock. The idea of doing this in front of an audience set me off. Pulse after pulse of my cum pumped to refill Junko’s womb.
We got a slightly embarrassing round of applause from John and Phil.
While enjoying the aftereffects of my orgasm, Junko’s lifted leg finally collapsed down. She announced, “My turn for the toilet. Really I mean it.”
She grabbed the nearest towel and held it to her body as she beat a hasty retreat to the toilet. It seemed silly for her to hide her body after she had displayed her most private of parts in the most intimate of situations. But as I mentioned, she was extremely self-conscious of her protruding little pot belly.
I grabbed a towel and followed her into the vanity room. As she went into the toilet room, I turned right to the shower for a quick rinse. As I finished, Junko darted in joining me in the shower. She gave me an light kiss and continued past me to the bath tub for a quick dunk. I let her be.
Emerging back into the main room, the TV was on. By this point, all three of us had no problem just hanging out naked displaying our cocks in various states of arousal. John was sitting on the edge of the bed flipping through the channels. Phil was sitting on the sofa checking his mobile phone and lazily masturbating himself. He looked up from his phone and asked me, “Any chance of one more go-around?”
I had to laugh at his presumptuousness. “Maybe if she’s up for it. But her pussy might be a bit sore by now.” I grabbed my iPhone to check the time. “We still have one more hour left for the room.”
After a bit Junko returned to the main room. She was wearing one of the hotel’s terrycloth bathrobes. It was loosely tied so that her ample tits were almost fully exposed, but her belly was safely hidden. She stood at the doorway until her eyes adjusted (which seemed quicker with the TV casting more light now). She then took one look at the three of us and laughed. I guess we looked a bit absurd, lounging naked like primates in a tree… especially with Phil continuing to stroke his semi-stiffy.
She sat herself on the sofa between Phil and me, reached over to munch on a rice cracker and sip the sports drink. John turned the TV volume down and asked, “I hope we didn’t hurt you to much.”
Junko smiled and responded, “Naw, but I’m a little sore.”
She spied Phil’s mindless self-pleasuring and unabashedly reached over to take over stroking duties. “But maybe I could give blowjobs one more time before we leave!”
I think she meant after she had a little longer of a break. But Phil was immediately on his feet, standing in front of Junko with his growing hard-on threatening to poke out an eye.
She sighed, took another sip of her sports drink, put the bottle down, and took end of his cock into her mouth. She hadn’t yet swallowed the sports drink, so when it came into contact with Phil’s cock he shivered at the cool temperature. Holding his cock by its base, she splashed the tip around the liquid in her mouth.
All of this was happening right next to me on the sofa. I had a front-row center seat. I hung a leg over the arm of the sofa and began stroking my cock. He hadn’t yet re-awakened, but it felt good nevertheless.
Junko swallowed the sports drink and leaned back a bit to enjoy the view of Phil’s uncircumcised erection. She was exploring the extra folds of his foreskin. She pulled it back and gave a light kiss to the head. “It’s all sticky now. Sorry!” she said. Looking over at me with an evil look in her eyes she said, “I guess I’d better clean it.”
And with that, she aggressively took his cock into her mouth. I could see her gullet movements and assumed her tongue was revolving around his cock as she applied suction. Some pretty obscene slurping and sucking noises resulted in some signs of life in my cock.
She then stopped with the tongue movements and began stabbing the back of her mouth with tip of his cock. Her “ga-ga-ga” sounds brought John over from the bed, and he sat down on the sofa spot previous occupied by Phil. His cock was quickly becoming engorged again too.
Junko stopped her head bobbing and leaned back to take a look at what she had done to Phil’s cock. She licked her lips wet, leaned forward and slowly took him in. Different throat movements showed she kept swallowing each time she took more and more of his cock. She almost coughed but held it at bay and then took even more of his pole. Finally her little nose touched Phil’s brown pubes and she froze, fully deep-throating him. A tear fell from her eye, and a moment later she gagged and forcefully pushed away from Phil. She took a deep breath as a long string of viscous saliva connected Phil’s cock and Junko’s lower lip. It sagged lower and lower, until Junko rubbed it into her open chest.
She looked over at me almost sheepishly and said, “I can’t do that very often. But his cock is the perfect shape!” She then returned to Phil’s cock giving a more conventional blowjob, albeit with renewed gusto.
John then piped up from the other side of the sofa, “Junko-chan, please give me a blowjob too!”
Junko looked over and said, “I’ll do both of you together.”
She stood up and pushed Phil back down into the center spot of the sofa, his erection ridiculously pointing straight up to the ceiling.
Junko kneeled down between Phil and John and took their cocks into each hand. While stroking up and down Phil’s glistening pole with her left hand, she leaned to her right and focused her attention on John’s dark cock. Finally getting a chance to visually appreciate it, Junko peered closely at John’s cock while holding it by the base and rubbing her fingers on his shaved pubic area. Like a thick hose, his cock slung over her wrist. She smiled up at John. “I like the color,” she said, admiring it’s mahogany shaft and it’s dark head, tinged in purple.
And with that she leaned forward and started licking and nibbling along the shaft. From my vantage point I could see my girl pleasuring John’s cock over her irregular pumps to Phil’s throbbing pole.
Junko tongued greedily on the head of John’s cock, getting it good and hard. She sat back down on her haunches between the two guys and inspected the work she’d done on their cocks, continuing to stroke them up and down at the same time .
Looking up, Junko pouted, using a girly princess voice, “I want them both!”
“Yes ma’am,” replied Phil as he leaned sideways as if he were about to roll onto John. John also leaned in, as both guys put their arms overhead and out of the way. The tips of their cocks weren’t quite touching, but Junko leaned forward to lick them back and forth. First her tongue alternated between the cocks’ heads. Then she pulled them closer together and rubbed them both on her tongue and lips. With the two heads her tongue and lips all wetly squished together, Junko made a satisfied “mmmmm” and attacked both cocks with licks, kisses and slurps.
I could kind of tell Junko was getting herself worked up as well. Her butt was slightly grinding inside her bathrobe as she was obviously rubbing her thighs together. She suddenly stopped with her mouthwork, separated the two cocks, and let go of them both. “Dammit you guys!” she huskily said, her eyes glassy again.
She stood up and turned her back to us. She then straddled Phil, lifted the bottom of her bathrobe, and lowered her self onto his glistening cock head. I had assumed she was too sore to keep fucking, but here she was impaling herself!
She jovially bounced up and down on Phil’s lap, working up a sheen of perspiration. John and I both reached over to relieve her of the thick bathrobe. Junko tried to refuse at first, hoping to keep her tummy covered. But she was no match for us. And then there were four completely naked bodies on the one sofa.
I was fully hard again by this point. It kind of surprised me. My refractory time seemed to have reset itself back to when I was 15 years old! I reached around to rub Junko’s hairless pussy. I could feel it swollen as it accommodated Phil’s high-speed thrusting from below. I worked her clit and very quickly was rewarded with squirting again. Junko was now obviously highly-charged sexually.
I stood up rubbing her fluid all over my cock. I needed her right now.
“Mind if I join you inside her?” I asked down to Phil.
Puffing from underneath, Phil replied, “Go for it.”
I pulled Junko’s knees up and she rolled back onto Phil’s torso. Both her and Phil’s genitalia were fully exposed to me, and still fully connected. I moved my legs over Phil’s and under Junko’s, leaned forward a bit, and pushed the tip of my arched cock down to the fold of flesh next to Phil’s cock. At first there was no give, as if Phil’s cock didn’t want to give up it’s sole claim. I leaned down and spit for lubrication, then pushed again. I felt Junko’s pussy grudgingly accept my cock in along side Phil’s.
Junko had leaned her head back onto Phil’s shoulder. She gave a little “ow” as Phil and I worked to sync our thrusting. We each slipped out and had to reestablish our connections before we got a good rhythm going.
“Are you OK sweetie?” I asked. Her reply was perfunctory nod of her head.
John got up and stood halfway up on the sofa. Using the wall to brace himself, he leaned his cock to Junko’s panting mouth. Her lips immediately accepted his cock head. My little slut now had three cocks inside her!
Junko’s pussy was tighter than I’d ever felt it. I supposed the bottom felt different, being that my cock was actually rubbing against another cock; but I was too driven with lust to consider any homosexual implications. Everyone on that couch was with his/her own sexual pleasure.
Between the alternating pumping and the up-ward curve of my cock on her G-spot, Junko went over the edge. She gave a sharp little cry and suddenly there were hot gushes soaking into my pubes. The liquid spilled down the base of my cock and onto Phil’s, providing us with more lubrication.
Junko’s climax continued as every muscle in her body shivered. The top of my cock could feel her vaginal contractions, squeezing and kneading Phil’s cock and my cock together. That sent Phil off. “Gonna cum!” he panted, increasing is tempo. Now from the underside of my cock I could feel the contractions as semen pumped into Junko. I continued with my thrusting a bit longer then disengaged and sat back down on the sofa.
Phil kept Junko on top of him as his spent cock slipped out of her pussy. It was followed immediately by a juicy gurgling sound as cum drooled out from her loose pussy.
Quiet panting filled the room, until John said, “Sorry but I need you one more time.”
Junko meekly nodded. John got up and scooped her up off of Phil and into his arms. I handed her the bathrobe, “You’ll need this for the wet bed.”
John then strode with his prize to the bed, his fat cock proudly wagging with each step.
Phil went to the shower to rinse off, leaving a big wet mark on the sofa. I figured he must finally be satiated, since he was about to miss out on one more intense fuck show.
Since I didn’t climax along with Junko & Phil, my cock was still hard and throbbing. So I got up and joined the two lovebirds on the bed. John was just getting started fucking Junko missionary, holding her ankles and adjusting his knees for the optimum angle of attack.
I shuffled to the head of the bed, gently tilted Junko’s head and guided my cock to her mouth. She obediently took it in.
The glow of the TV near the bed cast more light now. And I could easily see John’s cock pumping in and out of Junko’s hole. With John completely shaved of pubes and Junko’s hairless pussy, their connection looked and sounded like a slick greased piston engine.
With me in the way, John wasn’t able to give Junko the hard fucking he wanted. He and I both withdrew our cocks from her and turned her onto her hands and knees. John inserted himself back into her pussy and I gently held the sides of her head as I pushed my cock toward her open mouth. Junko was fully defeated, letting us both use her orifices for our own sexual pleasure.
As John increased the intensity of fucking, he and Junko both started their primal grunting again. With each thrust came a slapping sound of John’s pelvis against Junko’s plump ass, followed immediately by their grunts. Each time he pounded her forward onto my cock, I felt her hot breath on my pubic area.
It took me over the edge. “Here I cum,” I announced. John immediately shifted into neutral. This time Junko didn’t service me as I came; she was in no condition to. I stroked the base of my shaft as I shot my cum into her mouth. My third load of the afternoon really wasn’t much. I couldn’t tell if Junko actually swallowed or if it fell somewhere amongst the pillows, since John quickly resumed aggressively fucking my girl.
I got up off of the bed so that they could continue their intercourse without encumbrances. I took my seat on the sofa and grabbed the sports drink.
With his fingers dug into her curved hips, John forced her body into his, again and again. Junko reached back with one hand and attempted to spank herself. John immediately obliged her nonverbal request and accompanied his pelvic thrusts with a loud slaps on each butt cheek.
After a while of this, John flipped Junko back for some more missionary. With one movement he re-entered her pussy and dived all the way down for a passionate kiss, sucking her tongue from her mouth. From either side of John’s pumping ass, Junko’s legs were spread eagled, opening her vaginal canal widely to accommodate his full-on attack. She wrapped her arms across the back of John’s neck, and he increased the intensity of his fucking.
“You like my cock, baby?” his tender voice contrasted with his aggressive pelvic thrusts.
“I love it,” Junko could barely choke out.
“You want my cum, baby?” he continued.
“Ye.. yes. I want your cum.”
“Where do you want it?” he taunted her.
“Inside… inside me. Please.”
As John’s climax began, he rolled Junko on top of him, squeezing her body to his. He wrapped his arms around her: his one hand tightly held across her back and the other firmly grabbed a butt cheek, so that no one could separate them as he ejaculated his seed deep inside her womb.
They remained in that position for a while. John’s one hand never let go over her butt cheek, but other hand moved up to the back of her head and they began to passionately make out again. Part of me felt I should be jealous, but I was way too spent at that moment to let it linger.
I leaned over to the coffee table and checked the time on my iPhone. “We need to leave in about 10 minutes.”
Junko and John ended their session and Junko sat up, still fully impaled on John’s cock. With much regret she disengaged off of it and grabbed her bathrobe from the bed.
Phil came in from the vanity room. He was already fully dressed again and busy with his smartphone. Whatever he was doing in there, he sure missed a hot scene.
Junko grabbed her things, ducked past Phil, and closed the door to get cleaned up.
John and I started getting dressed, not minding that we were going home with sex-funky dicks! We collected our belongings and tidied up the room. I collected room funds from Phil and John.
Junko eventually came out fully dressed and ready to go.
At the entryway was a cash machine that collects the money and unlocks the front door. Junko pushed the appropriate buttons and I inserted the money. With a click, the front door unlocked. We slipped into our shoes and shuffled out the door. The air in the lobby was fresh in comparison to our room filled with sexed up hormones! We shuffled out the exit into the blinding late-afternoon sun. Junko had donned her big sunglasses and no one would ever guess what she had been up to for the last couple of hours.
Within a couple of blocks we were back in the throng of the weekend shopping district. A couple blocks farther and we were by the station. John and Phil gave their compliments, thanks and goodbyes. And then they were gone.
Junko and I went our own way.
“So what do you think?” I inquired.
“What do you mean?”
She smiled, “That’s all I can say. It was just an unbelievable dream.”
And I knew she had decided that was what she was going to tell herself: that it never really happened.