Where it happened: Japan
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
I was an exchange student, living in Japan when it happened. I awoke to find that I was not in bed alone and quickly discovered that the younger daughter of the family I was living with had snuck into the bed with me, her arm around me from behind, her hand descending downward from my belly, discovering the pubic hairs beneath my navel.
It startled me. I turned my head and realized it was her, the one who I had been with in the privacy of the lower garden that same afternoon when in a moment of youthful passion I had dared to kiss her and then had felt of her responding as her tongue went in my mouth.
It seemed she was no stranger to a man, the way she kissed, the passion of her youthful body close to mine.
My hand went underneath her clothing, feeling of the softness of the skin upon her thighs, my fingers stretching upward, ever closer to the prize. No signs at all were given that she wanted me to stop. My fingers sought within the cotton panties, the ball of long black hairs upon her crotch, the wetness in between her pubic lips, her clitoris responding to my touch, the narrow entrance to her sex as though a mouth that sought, then sucked upon my finger!
Suddenly she stopped me, her hand now pushing mine away. I told her I was sorry. She smiled somehow as if politely, then straightened out her clothing as we sat there on the bench beside the pool. I had never kissed or ever dated a Japanese girl before, and was embarassed that I had taken advantage of her the way I had just done, having been carried away by the manner in which she had returned my kisses, and though as young as what she was I found that I could not resist.
She was beautiful, a girl who was perhaps fourteen or fifteen years of age. I was seventeen at the time, and her family were taking care of me during the three months that I was attending school as an exchange student there. We had quickly formed a friendship. Our eyes speaking silent volumes to each other, the language of our bodies telling all, and then this afternoon, when her and I were all alone at the house she had taken me down into the lower gardens, more private than the rest and enclosed by ornate trees and neatly trimmed hedges. We had sat together on a bench, beside a pool where colorful fishes swam, my arm around her as she then snuggled close to me as though a lover, and then we kissed.
I turned to her inside my bed, my body naked as was hers, her fingers giving favor to my penis as she felt of its entire length, the way it grew, the firmness of its strength as she caressed it. Her cunt was wet. I heard her gasp, my finger going in the narrow entrance to her sex. She fucked it like she might do with a cock! I realized she was not the virgin I had thought, but hornier than any girl that I had felt!
She pushed the covers from us as she mounted me, and held my shaft and guided it within the nest of hair. I gasped! My cock went in her just an inch. She closed her eyes as if to relish what she felt, then felt its strength as it went in her!
My cock was not the first that she had fucked. Whoever it had been had taught her well, her buttocks pumping anxiously as I responded, giving all, the pleasure so intense I can’t describe!
The daybreak came and she departed. No one should ever know what we had done! Several times I had felt the spasms of female orgasm grasp upon my penis during orgasm. It was such as I had never felt before, a pleasure of such intensity I can not describe!
My body was spent and overwhelmed by what we’d done, her muffled squeals, her tiny tits, the longest nipples I had seen, her buttocks pumping anxiously, reacting to the cock that gave her pleasure!
I would see her at the breakfast table, sitting across the table from me, speaking politely as a young woman might do with her parents. It was as though nothing had occured at all between us, as though it might have been the day before when we were simply friends and that was all.
We said goodbye as then her folks took me in their car to the airport. I shook her hand, and that was all. I told them I would write. I never did. Perhaps I was embarassed that she might tell her folks what we had done.
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