This time I was determined to experience that other kind of love which is so highly thought of in the East. To that end I turned her gently over so that she was lying on her belly in front of me. After thinking a moment, I placed a large cushion under her belly to raise her gently curved buttocks into a better position for penetration. She appeared to know exactly what I wanted of her. Turning her head until she faced me, she laughed up at me. When I smiled back she wriggled her bottom in a delicious manner. The little pink bud between her buttocks was firm as rubber. I felt it gently with the tips of my fingers.
I decided immediately that it would be too cruel to force a path rudely without the use of some kind of lubrication, though I had already done so with my fingers. She smiled gratefully as I rose from her and went to fetch some medical oil from my case. When I returned with it, she raised herself even further so that the little budding mouth should be more accessible. I poured a pool of oil into the palm of one hand, stood the bottle by the side of the bed, and set about working the oil into the coral-colored pucker of her warm little ring. I tested it then with my fingers. They slipped in easily and seemed to cause her no pain at all.
The thought of what I was about to do had caused my prick to become reinvigorated. It throbbed and jerked between my legs, the head an angry crimson hue. Had I been more of a sentimentalist, I might have desisted, but her trust and the preparation which she had made by engineering herself into the appropriate position removed all doubts from my mind. She expected me to go through with it.
Gently, I lowered myself down towards her, placing the tip of my piston precisely on the oily bud. With my hands I drew the fleshy part of her buttocks sideways to distend the centerpiece as much as possible. There were few hairs about it. It was warm and pregnant with anticipation against my member.
At that moment, from her bent position, she flashed me a glance which was not only permissive but demanding and, having done so, buried her face in the bed in front of her. I had no right to hesitate longer. Guiding my member with one hand, I allowed myself to fall forward from the knees, surely and simultaneously longing to penetrate without difficulty or causing pain by a sudden forward movement of the hips. At the same time, she herself acted. Her buttocks rose and thrust themselves towards me with all their might and she cried out deliriously. Imagine my astonishment when the puckered ring opened like strong elastic to contain the knob of my sex. I found myself all of a sudden sucked inwards right up to the hilt!
After the initial stretching there was no further resistance. Her buttocks were warm and firm against my belly and my cock was held firmly in the tightest, smoothest, most delightful little sheath that you can imagine!
I began to fuck her ass, tentatively at first, and when she groaned with pleasure, more strongly, almost brutally. At the same time I encircled her lower torso with one arm, my wrist pressed against her belly and my fingers working in the wetness of her sex and clitoris. She uttered a long moan of pleasure which had the effect of stimulating me to further and even more brutal effort. She wished to be taken just in this way! At that point, I ceased altogether to treat the strange intrusion as an experiment. With my free hand, my forearm across her lovely shoulder blades, I grasped her by the hair at the scruff of her neck, forcing her face firmly against the bed. Then, with regular strong strokes, I was at her, sheathing and unsheathing myself madly, working her clitoris wildly with my fingers. At the same time the passion once again rose in my member and the flow of my semen moved upwards. I shot a steaming load into her anal canal, continuing my brutal motion until the tightness of her muscle had wrung me dry. But this time, when I was finished, she was not. She made me withdraw immediately and thrust me away from her. At first I thought she was angry with me. Anger is sometimes almost indistinguishable from erotic passion. This young Japanese girl was given over to it with almost religious fervor.
“Just a moment!” she cried.
Crossing the room in a few bounds, she returned with one of those spade-like, stiff brushes for clothes. This time she would have none of the bed. Setting herself on her knees on the floor, she threw herself in a rippling and naked arch backwards so that her thighs, belly, the moist smile of her slit, and her breasts were exposed to me. I was gazing from her to the stiff, straw-bristled brush which she had thrust into my hands. But her voice cut through my hesitation.
“Quick!” she cried passionately. “Beat me hard!”
I had no alternative but to do as I was bid. Quickly, to bring relief to her warm and anxious lust, I was over her. I brought the brush down with a hard thwack on the soft mound of her belly. A tremendous vibration passed through her rippling flesh.
“Harder!” she cried.
Although nervous, I took my courage in both hands and set about warming the entire front of her body. The more she flinched, the more punishment she required. Soon she was rolling about on the carpet calling upon me to continue the brutal rain of blows. Once again she succeeded in making me lose control. I found myself slashing at her cruelly as she rolled about ecstatically. My arm rose and fell with increasing vigor. The desire to punish fused in my imagination with the desire to hear her triumphant, pleading sobs and see her pale, sweat-sheened body leap upwards and sideways lustfully to meet the blows. And then suddenly, she emitted a tearful wail and hurled herself at my thighs. One of her hands grasped my cock and thrust it into her mouth. Gazing downwards at the pretty head which sought to bury itself at my groin, I was amazed to see myself once again rigid. No sooner did the realization come over me, than I toppled sideways onto the carpet. She sucked me deeply for several minutes, running her tongue over the shining expanse of my prick head and its turgid length. We wrestled and fought uncontrollably until, once again, her belly rose upwards to expose her naked cunt. I pulled her legs over my shoulders and drove my prick into her with all my might, all thought of precaution forgotten. All I wanted to do was fuck this girl senseless! She breathed deeply between her sobs and our passion caused our flesh to shudder more deeply than I can remember. By this time I had pinioned her hands on either side to the floor so that she lay as though crucified below me. I rose and fell against her, our bellies smacking together in a welter of sweat until, just as the new inundation coursed through the sensitive tissue of my meat, I felt her body grow weak, accepting the ichor of my passion. Her lovely young face, tearful and ecstatic at the same time, pleaded with me to stop.
“Oh,” she cried, “stop nowI can't bear any moreI shall die of pleasure! Please…”
Her eyes were closed and her tremulous young bosom rose and fell out of control. Her limbs were slack and spread on the floor. All possibility of effort had deserted her!
Gently, more tenderly than ever, I rose from her, lifted her in my arms and carried her to the bed.
Ten minutes later she opened her eyes. The coffee which I brought to her was only lukewarm, but it seemed to revive her and she drank it gratefully from the cup I held to her lips.
“You gave me so much love!” she said when she had drunk. “Really, I thought my body would burst with pleasure.”
I kissed her gently and told her to rest for the remainder of the day. I would explain to the manager, I said. She should have no fear of taking the rest she so well deserved and so badly needed. I kissed her, drew the bedclothes upwards over her lovely shoulders and went about my own toilet feeling that I had found at last a country in which love in all its varied beauty was accepted gratefully without shame as the most important gift in a good life.
The manager proved to be a very nice fellow. He cut short my explanations and prayed me to say no more about it. The chambermaid-waitress was a good girl, he said. He would gladly excuse her from her duties for the remainder of the day.