Vacation started again. I packed my bags and took a “cab” to Kai Tak Airport by 10:50, and two hours later, I was strolling down the wide asphalt roads of Tokyo.
On this day I was so absorbed in all the bustle of Tokyo that I was not led to a small hotel to rest by a Mr. Nomura until nearly dusk.
The next day, after I woke up and freshened up, Mr. Nomura volunteered to be a tour guide and took me on a grand tour of Tokyo’s sights and sounds.
The cherry blossom season is in full bloom, and the city of Tokyo and its outskirts are covered with flaming red. Magnificent and short-lived Japanese national flower, give people a kind of wild tease, especially those Japanese girls, wearing a thin and transparent spring shirt, that half-hidden and half-exposed beautiful carcass, give people a kind of fatal stimulation.
Nomura could see what was on my mind, so he said half-jokingly to me in stiff Cantonese, “You’re looking for a Japanese girl to have fun with, aren’t you? Hey…!”
“Yes?” I said back to him in a raw voice.
“Come on, I’ll take you to it!”
With that, he beckoned for a car, said a few words to the driver, and dragged me into the car.
In a few moments we drove up the street close to the old Royal Palace and stopped in front of two large vermillion gates on the banks of the river.
When we got out of the car, we walked up and rang the bell, and the girl who came out to answer the door showed us in.
A spacious Western-style hall filled with the furnishings of a northern Chinese bookish family, and walking around in Japanese kimonos while wearing the new Parisian bird’s-nest hair style, is so unorthodox that it screams duh.
They surrounded me each giving me a ninety-degree salute, a leisurely scent of flesh emanating from their breast collars, and all at once that wild wildness between their chests came to life.
There was an interpreter beside me, and he found a girl named Akiko for me, who was generous and gentle, with a quiet personality that made her exceptionally likeable at first sight.
Akiko, who spoke fluent Chinese, asked me questions in Chinese, while taking a bottle of spirits and sugary fruits from the liquor cabinet.
She didn’t drink a drop of alcohol and smiled and kept company while I drank.
After a small drink, Akiko undressed me, and then she slowly stripped off everything as well.
We both lay down and she stared at the top of the tent with both eyes and poured her heart out to me in a very lingering way.
She said with a little sadness, “During the war, my father died in China…”
She sighed slightly, then continued.
At that time, she and her mother were the only ones left, and although life was not very good in a strange land, her mother refused all kinds of favors from the survivors, and refused to connect with their call to return to the country.
She was only twelve years old at the time, studying in the girls’ primary and secondary sections, so naturally she didn’t know all the worries and joys in the minds of the adults.
One day, she came home from school and happened to see her mother embracing a tall Chinese man, and that’s when she learned the secret of her mother’s reluctance to return to China.
The Chinese man she had seen at the time took off in violent surprise to run, but the mother was so dead set on him that he rolled off, and just then, on the contrary, surprised her.
Akiko said, “It wasn’t my mother’s gnashing of teeth that surprised me, but the Chinese man’s nearly foot-long prick!”
After swallowing her unfinished words, Akiko took my hand and placed it on her rising love-flushed pussy, allowing me to give her the first dig.
How could I let it go so easily when I first tasted a Japanese woman?
So I ran my hands over her smooth flesh.
Finally, it was only when she dragged my wandering hand toward the bumpy, slippery little pussy that it stopped resting.
I plunged my fingers into that fat little slit again, squeezing until the elastic nub swelled.
Also, fearing that Mr. Nomura would be impatient if he waited outside for a long time, he erected his prick and rammed it against her narrow, oily little slit.
As soon as the meat stalk reached the door, it met with a wide-open pussy door, and so, without much effort, with a “kiki” sound, the two meat objects made close friends.
We alternated thrusts with each other, only to realize that her pussy was small and lovely, matching my manhood with just the right depth and size, so that no half-assed feeling was wasted with each thrust.
Akiko tamed me like a little sheep, turning up and down, and after about half an hour, we finished our “mission”.
She also shivered a little before she let out.
When her limbs unfolded, I also pushed my legs up hard, and a hot stream of sperm scrambled toward the center of her flower.
When it was done, Nomura was still waiting for me outside, so we went on a tour of the city.
Finally, we made it back to the hotel at first light.
The next day, at lunchtime, Nomura invited me to go sightseeing at the spring festival.
This Sai Chunhui in Tokyo is the most chic, often attracting a lot of foreign tourists, for the country to earn a lot of foreign exchange, so, extraordinarily by the “protection”, although illegal organizations, but not in the “banned” cases.
It is based in the famous Asakusa district and uses “Tamahime Girls’ Dance School” as its cover sign, and membership is extremely restricted.
The sirens are all fifteen to eighteen years old and have to take an oath before joining.
When the siren, the first to have a “fit” body type, noble instrument, beautiful and dignified face.
People who come for sightseeing have to be introduced by a tourist guide and have to buy a special mask when they enter in order to hide their faces and avoid public embarrassment by revealing their identities.
Of course, this is carefully designed to facilitate visitors, wearing a special mask, not only can change your face shape, speak when the voice to be transmitted from the transmitter, while making your voice can also get changed.
According to Nomura, not only foreigners, but also high-ranking officials in their own countries often come here for “sightseeing”, thanks to their special masks.
After we put on our disguises, Nomura led me through a long, winding corridor to the “secret room.”
The doorway.
So Nomura pressed a secret button and a huge central door opened, and then we took an elevator straight to that underground paradise.
We sat in a circle around the movable turntable, just as soon as we were seated, we heard music, and then, only to see a round disk hanging straight down from the air, around the disk stood eight exquisite body, and the expression of the nude Eve, and so they landed in the appropriate position, suddenly, the whole room lights suddenly changed.
The light changed to an intense peach hue, and then the lens on the mask was subjected to an optical induction that made the vision a hundred times brighter, and not only did the objects seen change color, but they were also magnified several times.
As the music slowed down from a fast tempo to a slow tempo, the round table began to slowly turn.
Each nude woman will appear in front of you more than thirty times on average, following a rotating melody, with numbers marked at their feet, so that you can pick your favorite at will.
Numbers one through eight appeared in successive turns before my eyes, and looking out flat from the mirror, I saw but one of their marvelous cunts, as if pasted to the lenses of my glasses.
And, the enlarged pussy, all in the restless buzzing, very busy one by one, every time to close, see that the slit wrapped by squeezing out a trace of crystal liquid.
And as each labia opened, the fleshy core inside could be clearly seen, as well as the dripping, gurgling hole below it.
It was marvelous, and I was mesmerized by those tiny, tantalizing little flesh holes Nomura subtly signaled to me that number four was to be the most superb, while my intention was to think that number six was even more outstanding.
So I secretly memorized the number six and turned around to make up my mind when the show broke up.
Strauss’s slow waltz played, and the entire crowd of sightseers, all of whom were already exhausted, fell over and lay scattered on their backs on the large sofas around the room.
Marvelous!
Nomura went off to deal with Six for me, so I sat down alone in silence, unlocked the mouthpiece on my mask, and took out my cigarette and smoked it at a leisurely pace.
Soon after, Nomura came back, he negotiated successfully and told me to go immediately.
In a few moments, I was on my way to a deeper secret room with the Red Lady of the Sixth.
It is a Westernized room with a chandelier in front of the entrance and a bronze plaque with “Gui Zi” written in Chinese and English hanging under the light.
As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a strong scent of violets.
Katsura-san, half-naked on a satin mattress set up with a movable bed frame, arms parted behind her hair, saw me with a welcoming smile.
Her lower body was concealed underneath a translucent floral sheet, her plump thighs were clearly visible, even the slightly raised lips of her cunt were faintly visible, and the outlines of her breasts were even and pronounced.
The two high protruding nipples were surrounded by attractive rose-colored rounded areolas, and the large eyes, long eyelashes, and slightly curved upper lip added to the charm.
At this point, I sat down on the edge of the bed, and without a trace of shyness because I was bewildered by her seductive and charming demeanor, I smoothly teased her hairy arms and armpits with my hands.
As I did so, making her giggle and giggle, I lifted the sheet around my lower body so violently that she sprang up and embraced me in a deadly embrace, kissing me furiously.
I kissed her while grabbing her big, fat, round breasts and kneading them for a while.
I could only see her eyes slightly closed by my pinching, while the originally small and delicate nipples followed and swelled up.
Just as I undressed and climbed into bed, she flipped her body over and pinned me down.
Then my mouth was covered by two hot lips, Cinnamon’s kissing technique was something I could never forget, she was truly well trained.
The tip of her tongue was so flexible that it kept on flicking and flopping into my mouth, teasing me with an itchy, feeling all over my mouth, especially at the base of my tongue, where it was burning and dry.
By this time, the fire of desire had long been born, from the depths of the heart, stretching all the way along the veins, burning all over the body at once.
So, I moved my lower part and let my prick go in search of his pleasure source hole.
However, she deliberately twisted her arms and hips to escape from my prick, and it seemed that she would not allow a straight shot until I had sucked, stroked, and dug her up enough.
I then tried a prelude to sexual art with a body stroke followed by a kneading and digging.
She crouched on top of me, using her tightly closed, unopenly hot pussy to press my manhood down, straight against the small of her back, creating an awkward state of affairs.
Although, my dick repeatedly embarrassed temper, bucking and bucking to find her pussy to settle the score. However, because I was being suppressed from above, even if I had the power, I could not do anything about it.
So, I put my hands around her slender waist and gradually moved down to her smooth and tender fat ass, stroking it profusely.
Both hands plunged back in between her arms, over her asshole, and in a moment they found the little watery slit.
Then, I parted her labia with one hand, and with the other, I kept squeezing at the little nub.
In a short while, the nub was pinched and swollen, and at the same time, a slippery liquid trickled out of the small hole below the nub. As a result, I gave up on the swollen and hardened nub, and used my fingers to go downstream along the nub, all the way into that slippery, soft little hole.
In a flash, the finger had inserted itself into the small hole, which gradually opened wide and loosened up, and drained outward a great deal of sticky water.
The labia minora are stimulated and keep opening and closing up, even the labia majora produce the same movement.
So, I stuck my fingers in towards the wrap, one in and one out at a time, tickling the hot, wet walls of my vagina from time to time.
In an instant, a miracle happened…
She could only see her cheeks blushing peach blossoms, her forehead oozing fragrant sweat, her panting accelerating, and, her kisses becoming tight and frenzied.
Her body was shaking slightly, and her lower parts were spasming, and the water in her pussy was getting like a tidal wave. So I pushed my fingers deeper at the same time, deeper and deeper into the wrapping, and twisted and twisted.
After the violent thrusts, Katsura went into a lurch.
Only to feel an interesting buzzing and twitching start inside her slippery pussy, followed by the arms then lifting up and down.
This lifting of her head would have created an opportunity for me to straddle her, but this time it was time to put her through some torture.
Though she held her pubic area high in the air while searching for the thick prick with her wet pussy. But I preferred to whet her appetite at this critical juncture.
I took her in my arms in a false sense of humor and took my prick in my right hand and rubbed the glans back and forth against her big pussy lips, and after I had rubbed it for a while, she was trembling all over.
That’s when she got tightly sucked into me and it was hard to separate.
Of course my glans couldn’t suffer for long, when her pussy opened up again, I scratched my belly hard and heard a “snort” and a big thick stalk was swallowed up.
“Be fine, be fine!” Those were the only two words I heard, and although I didn’t know what “to be fine” meant at the time, I guessed that it probably meant wonderful.
Then, her delicate voice after a succession of “to fine”, which is also mixed with “grunts ah ah ah” waves of screams.
After she sat down on it and twisted furiously for a while, the penis that was clamped inside her pussy also became bigger. So, I sat up, moved my hips back, and sat opposite her.
This made it a little more pleasurable for each other, and it allowed us to see our two rivals down there, who were very busy at work. As I rocked, I lifted my body upward.
She also rapidly lowered her pussy downward with each of my lifts, and as she did so and I lifted up, there was a constant “chirping” sound coming from that tightly intertwined part of her body.
At the same time, she also followed with a lustful and frenzied cry of “to be fine, to be fine”.
It was probably because every time she lifted up, she was able to touch the center of her flower, and now, the bed and mattress were all drenched with her lustful water and there was no dry land to be found.
The more the lust flowed, the more the heart fire went wild.
Katsura’s body kept trembling, and her breasts jiggled up and down, while more water spilled outward from her wet, slippery pussy, the mouth of her womb began to suck, and the tender flesh of the inner walls of her vagina suddenly contracted and relaxed.
Suddenly, she had a sharp convulsion, her two arms desperately held my neck, and then, two pieces of hot red lips swarmed up and kissed my mouth, sucking and biting furiously.
So she gradually weakened, and her cunt was suddenly invaded by a burst of high heat, slippery and lovely.
Suddenly, there was a heavenly spin and I reached my orgasm at the same time.
It was already five o’clock in the afternoon after sightseeing the Spring Festival. So, I went with Nomura to a Chinese food restaurant for dinner, and we drank two bottles of Shaoxing wine, ordered some small dishes to eat, and then hurried back to the hostel for a good night’s sleep.
The next day we went to Yokohama, and the time flew by like an arrow when we were having fun, and we were tired and sweating all over from the whole day’s running.
I heard that Japanese bathing is very special, so I asked someone to take me there to enjoy the world-famous mixed bathing.
The sign at their bathhouse was just a curved letter that, I was told, was pronounced “oil.”
It’s no wonder I ran through half of Yokohama and couldn’t find a place to bathe!
So I went into this “oil” alone to wash it.
Upon entering, there was a young girl sitting at the desk with a round face, of the Dutchwoman type.
They were very gentle and could speak a few words of Chinese, and when they saw that I was a Chinese university student, their faces showed admiration and envy.
The woman who speaks a few words of Chinese, her name is Mali, another woman called spring, Mali told me, spring is pronounced “hello”, and English meet and greet is the same meaning.
Molly asked me if I was washing the big pool, or the small pool.
Of course, I came to mean to wash the big pool, in order to see the Japanese women’s nude body, who knew that Mali wanted me to wash the small pool, she said: “wash the big pool can only look at can not touch, like through the glass to see the meat pie, can not eat, but only the eyes to see the fullness of the heart dry anxious, so what’s the meaning of it?”
The little pool wasn’t a dry wash, and she could find me a lady to keep me company for my pleasure, so I obeyed Molly and went to the little pool in the back room, stripped off my outer clothes, and waited for the good people to come.
The lady she called to accompany me to the bath had a very attractive Chinese hairdo, with Australian-type breasts, surprisingly round, large and pointed, and especially long, well-proportioned thighs, which were even more plump and rounded.
As soon as she entered, she quickly stripped off her square dress and held her big maddening breasts out in front of me, her belly flat and white, her slightly convex pussy a patch of blonde hair, soft and luscious and lovely.
“How’s it going, okay?” She turned around a little more before coming forward.
“Yes, of course!”
“I thought I was getting a refund!” She gave her breasts a shrug and a scent of violets came out of her mouth.
“Your country is very picky, and when you’ve seen enough you get another one, and then one by one, and at the end of the day you tend to recall the first one again.”
“It’s only natural! You know you have to choose what you want to pay for to avoid being fooled!”
“But we’re limited in numbers, and picking and choosing is really hard for us to handle.”
“Why don’t you choose to speak a foreign language and host someone else?” I provoked her back with words.
“Ha!” She shrugged her shoulders a little.
He also said, “If you want to cope with Europeans and Americans, you have to be able to pay for it yourself! Although I’m of mixed American and Japanese descent, I’m very small and compact, so… there’s no way I can do it!”
As she said that, she cocked her thighs, revealing that small, delicate and tender slit.
“Haha… I see… Haha!”
“Haha…!” With a laugh, she rolled over and fell into the bath with a splash.
It was the end of the night, and I undressed swiftly and lay down after her.
At that moment, with that slightly melancholy Japanese music coming from the cubicle, she rested her legs on the edge of the bath while I sat on the bottom edge of the pool, facing her small, slightly gaping pussy, and admiring it intently.
From time to time, she sent winks to me, and with her hand to raise the water, to the bright crystal clean slit capsule dial to. All of a sudden, I looked at my soul, six godless.
Her delicate and tender red pussy, after she splashed it with water, gradually opened up, and a hidden clitoris, which had been stimulated to become red and swollen, kept protruding outward from the wrapped surface.
This kind of stimulation, so that she has long been unable to hold back, only to see her stop splashing water, simply use her hand in the narrow and slightly open slit wrapped, and inserted and dug, called people see raw pity.
I didn’t want to be a willow again, not to mention that the more I called her the more she couldn’t stand it if I was so svelte! So, my feet flip, ass will slide down to the water. My prick has already been hard, when a slide down when, coincidentally round slippery glans just touched her open cracked labia minora.
Oh, my God! There was a chirping sound, and the babies joined together naturally.
“Oh…!” With a cry of surprise and delight, she also slid her legs down and dropped her ass. In this way, the two “words” were even more tightly and seamlessly intertwined as if they were one.
She imploringly, wrapped both her arms around my neck and kissed me dead center with her hot, burning red lips.
Both of our bottoms were soaking in the warm, slippery water, and with every movement there was a marvelous music emanating from it. And so, as she wiggled her fat ass violently, she sucked and kissed every part of my face with her mouth.
When idle, her mouth hummed some passionate, meaty Chinese ditty. As she twisted and sang, within a few moments a familiar warmth appeared inside that pussy, a liquid springing up as she kept twisting.
A moment later, a very subtle twitching began in her womb, causing a rush of pleasure, itchy and numb, and it was exhilarating.
“YOOO…” she cried out in a tumultuous manner with her mouth slightly curled up and her eyes tightly closed.
“Ohhh… Chinese brother…”
At this point, she had a tendency to falter, and I wrapped both arms tightly around her slender waist to keep her from slumping over from the sudden loosening of her spirit.
My glans was being sucked with great pleasure, and as the regular convulsions produced by the inner walls of her pussy omitted my thrusting movements, our fucking became even more fervent and intense.
“Ahhhh!” She sobbed and whimpered, and shivered as naturally as every inch of tender flesh on her mixed body.
Abruptly, an electric current from the mystery instantly ran through the veins around my body, and my belly began to contract rapidly before tensing up.
Thus, a group of enthusiastic sperm, suddenly frenzied, rushed straight toward her womb in unison!
“Chut… chut… chut… chut… chut… chut… chut… chut…”
As each drop of semen hit the center of her flower, she produced an expression that bordered on madness, rising and falling as many as thirty times.
As the last drops of semen came out, I too felt a strange laziness, a relaxation of pleasure, and an inner relief and satisfaction as if I had finished another important subject.
Thanks to this coincidence of Ms. Molly, another monument to sexual intercourse with a mixed-race girl has been erected on my life’s journey.
The following morning, I went back to Hong Kong.
This Japan sightseeing time is short, but it gave me a lot of sexual knowledge, later on another opportunity, I will come back to the big indulgence in the consumption of some of the tour.
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