I was in Japan on business for two months, staying near the
Kunitachi station on the JR Chuo Line in Tokyo. After a busy week
working God forsaken Japanese hours we finished up at 10pm and went to
a little ramen shop near Akihabara Station. The place was filled with
Japanese salary men getting something to eat (mostly beer) before
heading home. We had a beer and a couple of bowls of "stamina ramen",
talked about how difficult Tokyo life is, and instead of running to
catch the saishu no densha (last train). We headed out toward the Kanda
area and its myriad drinking establishments.
Ito "Billy" Ogaki, my Japanese minder in the company, and his mates had
arranged a special for me, a catfight show. As his English was as poor
as my Japanese, his wife attended as a translator (she had completed
University English). Being a non drinker I was soon ignored by the
group of 6 dark suited, white shirted and black tied men, and managed
some conversation with Mrs. Ogaki, but she seemed a pretty cold woman:
early 40's quite podgy and overweight yet still sharp featured; dressed
in that conservative tweed suit and knitted twinset, sensible flat
shoes, and God forbid white stockings that so many middle aged Japanese
women wear.
The fight that Billy organized for me started and I was surprised by
Mrs. Ogaki's sharp intake of breath. It was her first human reaction.
Although Billy had tried to please me, and I appreciated his efforts it
was a fake fight. Two women pretended to slap each other before one
stopped giggling long enough to pretend she was in pain. It was over in
about 2 minutes and the men escorted by the 2 nude girls went into a
smaller room to do some serious drinking and I don't know what.
I was left with Mrs. Ogaki, and although she thawed a bit with Billy
absent in the other room, it was still hard work to work up a
conversation. After about an hour of polite conversation, suddenly Mrs.
Ogaki said that she was competing in her first fight in two days time,
a real fight not like this one, and would I be able to honour her by
attending.
Sachiko Ogaki's apartment was in the Tokyo suburb of Shin-Okubo. My map
of the Tokyo train system was like an upturned bowl of noodles and it
took me some time to untangle the strands to find her suburb. The trip
to Shin-Okubo was grey; all the buildings were grey with their snarl of
antennas, so monotonous, no trees, no life only concrete. And the sky
was grey, too, as if it had leached into the very soul of the city and
then down into my own soul.
As soon as I got off the train at Shin-Okubo I began to worry that I
hadn't written down Sachiko's address properly. The streets around the
station were extremely narrow. All the shops and apartment blocks were
closely crowded together and I became convinced I would never find her
apartment in the labyrinth. Sachiko had hidden herself away so neatly,
I thought I would never be able to find her. Rivulets of sweat ran down
my face in the heat and I began to panic that I would turn up on some
other woman's doorstep. In the end I caught a taxi. I leaned against
the upholstery as calmly as I could and let the driver take me to the
destination I'd handed to him on a piece of paper.
The complex had 50 or so 6 story apartment blocks, each with about 20 apartments per floor. A total of about 6000 families. The fights were to be held in the Communal hall of the complex. Mrs. Ogaki was very polite, continually thanking me for attending and hoped she would not disgrace me, as it was her first fight and the organizer Madam Asuka Miura disliked her and had matched her against her 27 year old daughter in law, Aki Katase whom had won her first 4 fights and was fighting her last fight in the novices. It was when I asked would many men be attending that Sachiko broke down and sobbed saying she had lost all Kasei (family honour) because she was Kogunfunto (alone) as her husband would not attend and show loyalty and support.
Stifling her tears she urged me to go and see the earlier fights,
women Sumo and Pro wrestling style before the serious fights began. I
almost went but something stopped me and I said,
"Its better you're not alone now, I'll stay with you till its time for your fight."
Overwhelmed would be an understatement and she cheered up immediately
and fussed around getting ready. She opened a wardrobe in the
bedroom/family room and laid out 4 matching sets of underwear, and
asked me to select. I chose a maroon coloured pair and she wrote in
Kanji on the inside with a texta marker, explaining she would be
carrying my name and fighting for me. She hesitated and then as if
summoning the courage, asked if she could carry my Aiki (unified
energy) into the fight.
"Of course", I said, "I will be supporting you at the fight no matter what happens."
She blushed. "I ask too much", she replied burying her head. "I meant
the Bujin (warrior spirit) that comes from your seed entering my body".
Catching on at last, I nodded and within seconds we were kissing
deeply, our arms around each other, and she was caressing my cock
through my pants. She started unbuttoning my shirt and she kissed me on
the neck moving lower as she undid successive buttons. Her tongue
circled my aureoles and lapped at their small peaks. She pursed her
lips around one and sucked. It sure felt good.
I cupped Sachiko's full breasts under her blouse and unhooked her bra
and caressed her bare skin. She paused a moment, removed her blouse and
bra, and went back to work on me. Her tongue was on my stomach now and
her hands unfastened my pants and unzipped me. She pulled my underwear
down and fastened her lips around the head of my hard cock. I looked
down at her. Dark brown/black hair, round, sharp featured face, full
heavy 38C breasts, a protruding round belly crisscrossed with stretch
marks, a shave cunt, and stumpy chunk legs under her 41 inch arse.
Definitely not a super model. She gave a long suck that sent a bolt of
pleasure through me. Sachiko took the rest of my clothes off and I
reached for her breasts again and sat on the edge of the bed. She knelt
and took my cock in her mouth again.
She gave me an expert blowjob. I had truthfully never been blown so
well. Her tongue would swirl around the head and try to force its way
into the urethra. Then her head would bob up and down and she would use
her lips on the shaft. She caressed my balls and teased my asshole with
her fingertips. The pleasure was becoming so intense that I wanted her
to slow down. Sachiko would have none of it. Her head bobbed even
faster and her mouth was like a vacuum chamber and her lips were a
tight rubber ring. She made me come so hard I thought my head would
burst. I shot into her mouth thinking I would never stop coming. There
must have been 10 or 12 spasms because my cock was still jerking when
there was no more semen. Ordinarily my prick goes soft after a hard
come but Sachiko kept it in her mouth.
She lowered her head and drew my spent penis deeper into her receptive
mouth. Her cheeks working in and out, she sucked vigorously, pausing at
intervals to trace maddening circles around the tip of my cock, dipping
down inside to lap up every last drop of sperm. It wasn't long before
the pudgy Japanese made me grow within her mouth, becoming smooth and
stiff under her skilled tongue. As I touched her cunt for the first
time I could feel her pussy throbbing as her juices flowing, eager for
more than the feel of my fingers within its spongy depths. Soon the
naked wife of my Japanese business associate rolled over on her back
and split her legs wide, gazing up me through thick-lidded eyes.
"Mmmmmmmmm, I need your cock inside my cunt," she murmured, her hands sliding down her abdomen to massage her shaven triangle.
Whimpering in anticipation, she spread her cuntal lips apart in a lewd offering, her quivering canal glistening in readiness.
"Hurry and put it in, Greg, I need you to make me a warrior" she
begged, lifting her pelvis while her hungry cunt throbbed demandingly.
I quickly straddled the hard-faced Japanese, my distended hunk of meat
scarlet and deeply veined as it loomed forward. I could feel my balls
tighten under the weight of another steaming load of semen and knew
that I was ready to give it to the 43 year old Japanese woman and
reached down to finger her milky slit and increased her obvious
horniness by flicking his thumb across her wet clitoris. Sachiko gasped
at the feel of my finger. Splitting her legs so far apart that her
thigh muscles ached; she looked up at me pleadingly.
"Please, Greg," she begged, her leaking aperture throbbing deliciously. "Please fuck me!".
Moaning, Sachiko arched her back, the nipples of her large full tits
rising hotly while her steaming cunt oozed forth more of its sticky
nectar. "Oh yesssssss," she agreed, licking her lips. "I want your
prick. Now please! Please fuck me and make us Ichi (one)"
I withdrew my hand from her dripping membranes and grabbed her meaty
thighs. Giving her legs a harsh tug, I lifted her hips off the
mattress. The middle aged Japanese woman quickly curled her thick legs
around my waist, her leaking aperture poised in readiness. With a
sudden jerk of my hips, I sent my crimson cock deep into her saturated
slot. In seconds, I had completely penetrated her inner depths, the
mushroom tip of my stiff rod bumping against her cervix. I felt her
soaked vaginal walls grasp me eagerly and heard her cry out at my
direct and swift invasion.
"Oh yesssssss," she moaned, her legs tightening around my waist. "Oh, keep on fucking'!"
I quickly complied, my hands sliding under her heavy buttocks to lift
her wide hips as I pounded into her. Again and again I lunged forward,
my pistoning shaft crowding her slick vagina with speed and
determination. The wet sucking sounds of her greedy canal could be
heard along with their mutual grunts.
"Like the way I fuck?" she demanded, as I shoved my pulsating cock deep into her wetly grasping opening as hard as he could.
"Oohhhhhh Yesssssss," I replied as her legs tightened around my
sweating body with each forward lunge, trying to capture every possible
inch of my cock
"Oooooohhh, you're so biiiig," she moaned, swirling her hips in erratic
circles. "Oh fuck, fuck. I am getting filled with your kokoro (sprit)"
Grunting, I pounded into the split-legged dark haired woman again and
again, my mushroom like tip bumping into her cervix with each swift
penetration. My balls were churning and my body was burning with lust.
Sweat ran down my naked body as I tore into her, trickling down to
disappear into the hairy recesses of my asshole. My testicles slapped
against her buttocks with each forward lunge. I withdrew my pounding
prick almost completely before again slamming into her with
abandonment. My mouth hung loosely and my eyes were glassy.
At last my sweating body gave one last forward jerk before I erupted
inside her with volcanic force, sending searing hot juices splattering
against the walls of her pussy.
"Aghhhhhhh!" I cried, bucking and jerking like a madman, while my
steaming cum kept spurting. Feeling my cock explode deep within her
secret depths, Sachiko quickly joined me in orgasm. Grunting and
moaning, our sweating bucking bodies worked together in frenzied unison
as together we reached the apex of carnal joy until at last our
convulsing bodies grew still.
Twenty minutes later her catfight was on. The hall held about 400
people seated in tiered seating around a cleared centre space. The Sumo
and Pro style fights had finished and Sachiko's was the first
preliminary of the catfights. Her opponent was a taller at 5 ft 7 to
her 5ft 1, lighter at 105 lbs to her 120 lbs, and with a striking 33B
25 34 figure. She was dressed in a black bra and thong and high heels.
Sachiko was in the maroon high cut briefs and bra which encased her38C
breasts and wearing pantyhose.
A whistle blew and the catfight was on. Both women quickly had had
handfuls of each other's hair. They wrestled standing for a moment but
their footing with their high heels was treacherous and they soon fell
to the floor. Sachiko had an immediate advantage. Apart from being on
top and heavier the waistband of Aki's thong was easily accessible not
being covered by panty hose and she got a grip on the waistband in the
back and pulled with all her strength.
"Ooooooooooh nooooooooooo." Aki screamed.
Aki clawed with her nails on Sachiko's panty hose to get to her high
cut briefs. She finally opened a hole and got her fingers around the
waistband. Aki gripped and gave Sachiko a wedgie of her own, sawing the
deep maroon panties deep into Sachiko's cunt and arse. Both women would
give up their panty grip, and quickly the catfight came to a stalemate.
Suddenly Aki switched tactics. Three quick unanswered slaps to
Sachiko's face were followed by a vicious raking of her fingernails
down her back leaving a five fingered red welt on her skin. As Sachiko
reeled from this, Aki rolled her over and straddled her raining slaps
on the older woman, who desperately grabbed Aki's hair in an attempt to
last the round, but Aki still had time to rip her bra off her, and was
about to maul her tits when the whistle blew to end the round.
As they got to their feet the women were quite a sight. Already their
hair was messed, makeup smeared, nails broken, one shoe on one shoe
off. Sachiko, topless and sweaty; her pantyhose shredded and completely
destroyed exposing her ample cheeks and her high cut panties were
pulled down below her knees. Aki's G string was so far up between her
butt cheeks it was hard to tell she was wearing any. Thirty seconds
later the whistle blew to start the second round.
Aki shrieked, a sound that chilled my blood, and then she came running
out from her corner and threw herself onto Sachiko. My eyes bugged out.
This was real not like the staged effort at the bar. She knocked
Sachiko flat onto her arse, and she was still screeching and hissing as
she got on top. No wonder they called it cat fighting. There was a
feline fury in the 27 year old Japanese that took my breath away. Aki
pinned Sachiko and she was again on top of the older Japanese, holding
Sachiko's wrists, their bodies rocking violently. Aki hissed and
gurgled, gone far beyond words.
"Aiiieeeeeeeehhhh squealed Sachiko, fighting like hell to dislodge the
tigress that was on top her. Her legs kicked up in the air, and I could
see all her now exposed cunt as she had discarded her torn briefs. Her
legs opened wider, and I got an eyeful of her big lipped, shaved pussy,
set high and ripe between her thick chunky thighs. The more she kicked,
the more I got to see.
Then Sachiko brought one of her knees up, jabbing into Aki's cunt. Aki
squealed and rolled off, and Sachiko got on top of her then, slapping
at her -- not very effectually. Guys would have been bloody-nosed and
broken-toothed by now, but the women
missed about as many times as they hit each other. Sachiko's tits
flopped around, and Aki grabbed them suddenly, her fingers pinching
hard at the inflated nipples. Sachiko gasped with shock and pain and
squealed again. Then Aki went to town. Her fingers dug deep into the
tit flesh as she pulled and stretched and pinched Sachiko's nipples.
Sachiko shrieked again, like a banshee in heat, and started pounding on
Aki's breasts with her fists. Aki panted hard, taking punishment, but
she didn't let go. She squeezed harder with one hand on Sachiko's teats
as if she meant to stretch those nipples a couple of inches long, while
the other scratched at tore at her heavy tits leaving tell tale red
train lines 0n the stretched skin. Turning slightly she made a quick
grab for Sachiko's cunt. I shivered as I saw her take hold of her
smooth-shaven pussy. Her fingers dug into the soft-looking flesh, and
Sachiko squealed shrilly.
Aki mauled Sachiko's cunt, squeezing it. "Oh, yeah, you like that,
don't you, whore?" she said hoarsely. "Bet you played with this thing
all night, wishing it was your husband's cock inside you, rather than
my finger. Right, bitch? Is that what you did?"
"Fuck you," Sachiko husked. She made a weak slapping thrust at Aki's
tits, but she evaded her attack. Aki was still pinching and ripping at
Sachiko's nipples and tits, and she gave them another fingernail
scratch, which caused Aki to scream in pain again and tears to form in
her eyes. I saw Aki's eyes light up, and she stuck her middle finger
into the mouth of Sachiko's pussy, and gave it a corkscrewing shove
that took her deep into Sachiko's hole. Aki worked her finger in and
out. Sachiko was still squealing, but there was a difference in the
sound. It was more rhythmic, breathier actually, with a very erotic
tonality. I fisted my cock in tempo with that rhythm, my eyes following
the slick progress of Aki's middle finger reaming Aki's twat.
Then she gave a camel clutch to Sachiko's full rounded belly lifting it
up, displaying the stretch marks to the crowd as she fingerfucked the
older Japanese, humiliating her in front of everyone. The bell sounded
and the humiliated Sachiko crawled to her corner.
With a banshee screeches Aki threw herself across the floor to start
round 3, claws outstretched intent on finishing Sachiko. The action was
so furious and so fast it was hard to follow as Aki's kicks and punches
were thrown with deadly accuracy and Sachiko's body, head and hair
snapped left and right like whips as they connected. Aki engaged in a
circle dance of leaps around Sachiko, lunging, exchanging bare knuckle
blows to her face and tits, and leaping back only to close and battle
and claw her tits and cunt and separate again and again and again. As
the fighting began to slow to a violent yet followable rate, I was in
awe at the violence behind each feint, parry, wheel kick, and retreat.
Yet Sachiko was still standing at the end of the round, although she
looked mortally wounded as she dragged her bloody bruised body to the
corner. She caught my eye and I mouthed for her to throw in the towel
but she shook her head slowly but defiantly.
The last round began like a continuation of the last, Aki was toying
with Sachiko, enjoying inflicting punishment. Suddenly the whole
character of the fight transformed. Aki dropped to a stoop and launched
straight forward, heel slamming like a hammer towards Sachiko's belly,
intent on knocking the wind out of her, and totally immobilizing the
older woman. But she missed and hurt herself on landing. Rolling even
as she landed on the wooden floor, she wasn't fast enough to prevent
Sachiko from straddling the small of her back, wrapping her arms around
Aki's throat, and brutally wrenching her head counter-clockwise in a
desperate effort to injure her neck. But Aki grabbed Sachiko's arms and
cut off the twisting just short of submission. Arching her back,
thrusting up onto her knees, Aki, grabbed Sachiko's fore arms, and
suddenly curled forward, casting the older woman all the way over her
shoulders onto the floor with a sickening crashing splat. But Sachiko,
face twisted with fury, hurtled forward, even as Aki was rising to her
knees, and the force of her impact into the younger, lighter Japanese
woman' torso drove her backwards. Sachiko's bloody tits and belly
smashed into Aki's, faces mirrored masks of wild-eyed murder-lust,
blood squirted from Sachiko's nostrils, and mixed copiously with the
saliva from their mouths. Sachiko's knee rocketed up into Aki's cunt,
lifting the howling younger fighter to her tip-toes; once, twice, three
times. But Aki stood her ground, and, elbows flared out, pressed the
heels of her hands together on Sachiko's temples. The older woman
screamed as a crushing pressure was applied, vise-like to her head. She
grabbed Aki's wrists, but couldn't break the hold, and only a savage
raking gouging clawing of Aki's tits released the pressure.
An explosion of curses and flailing limbs spun out of control at the
center of the circle as the two women rained blows on each others
shuddering heads, dancing in a circle, tits flopping wildly. Totally
without thought of self-defense, the two Japanese women were like a
tigress and a lioness meeting in a jungle clearing. All attack,
snarling through bloody bared teeth. Both women's mouths streamed
blood, blood squirting from their nostrils as open hands and scratches
pounded like artillery shells onto eye-sockets and cheekbones, jaws and
temples. Aki howled and rushed the older Sachiko, her brown shoulder
slamming under Sachiko's arms into her wet bare belly, driving the
other woman backward, painted talons tearing and ripping gruesome red
furrows in her shoulders. But Sachiko kept on her feet, and drove her
right knee up into Sachiko's dangling tits, her stomach and cunt again
and again and again. Bellowing, palms shoved into Aki's shoulders, she
shoved the smaller warrior away.
The crowd roared as the two hell cats closed again grappling
desperately. Aki grabbed two handfuls of Sachiko's hair and attempted
to pull it off her scalp. Sachiko, staggered back, then responded by
wrapping her fingers around Aki's throat and began choking her with all
her might. Aki then grabbed Sachiko's throat, and each woman tried to
throttle the other and drive her to her knees. The two women thrust
their wet bloody torsos together, elbows out, shaking, faces changing
to red with the incredible force with which they were squeezing each
other's necks. Aki's eyes bulged out and her face went from ruby red to
a frightening purple. Even though she still had Sachiko by the throat,
and Sachiko's tongue protruded, Sachiko was shaking Aki like a rag
doll...
Suddenly Aki's feet slipped out from under her as her rubbery legs gave
way. She slammed onto the wooden floor on her back, limbs kicking
weakly, gagging, loosing consciousness. Gasping, streaming sweat, the
naked Sachiko stood over her fallen foe and the light of realizing her
victory came into her eyes.
I didn't wait for the other fights, but rushed from my seat to greet Sachiko at the exit.
Despite being wrapped in a robe, up close you could really see the
damage. Clotted blood in her nostrils, scratches on her face, swollen
eye, bruised neck but she was victorious and happy. She insisted I
leave and watch the other fights, but I ignored her and put my arm
around her and guided her back to her apartment. It was just as well
because by the time we reached it I was taking all her weight as she
staggered home. Arriving I laid her on the bed and rubbed salve into
her cuts. I was about to leave the room when she moaned, not with pain
but arousal.
Looking into her eyes I kissed her deeply and rolled her onto her back.
Mounting her, my hard cock thrust into her hairless pussy. The old
rhythm and her excitement combined took control of her and she fucked
back. Sachiko held me tightly. Her eyes were closed. Her face was a
grimace. Her pelvis gyrated up and down against mine. After only a few
minutes of this she arched her back, raising her arse off the bed and
we ground our pelvises together while she came with a long drawn out
moan.
"Release my shin-gi-tai" (Combined mind, body and spirit), she cried as
she propped herself on knees and elbows and so we could do it
doggie-style. I plopped both of the pillows under her stomach and I
snuggled up behind her, pressing my hips to her arse. I
got my cock at the right angle, holding it so that the head was wedged
tightly between her cunt-lips. Then, gripping her thick waist firmly, I
began to slide my cock back into her. I took the tip of my cock and
pushed it into her bald pussy. I pushed myself forward slowly into her.
As she relaxed a bit more I felt the tightening of her cunt muscles
around my shaft. I didn't have any trouble sliding in the rest of the
way as I buried my cock to the hilt in her throbbing and pulsating
pussy.
I began pumping in and out in slow rhythmic strokes. Sachiko started to
meet my thrusts and before long we were fucking like two dogs in heat.
I straddled her legs and pumped my aching member into her doggy-style.
My hairy balls slapped wildly up against her pussy now as my cock went
still harder and deeper. She was grunting and squealing and she slammed
back into each of my thrusts. She loved as I thrust deep into her so my
balls banged up against her clit. I continued to pound her cunt and her
arse arched up into the air, with the back sloping down, her arms
spread out flat against the bed.
"OH! OH YES!" she groaned wildly. I could tell that this angle was good
for her. Good for me, too--she made very horny, kneeling on all fours
with her arse raised high and spread. I held her waist, keeping her in
just the right position to get my cock over and over again as I plunged
it into her slit. Her legs were spread wide around mine; our knees
pressed together as I pounded my cock into her cunt. She thrust her
head downward so that her long black hair spread over the pillow; she
shook it in time with my long fucking strokes in and out of her cunt as
I put my cock rhythmically into her. Sachiko begged louder as she
brought her spread thighs back around my hips, coaxing my cock more
firmly into her twat.
"YEAH! YEAH! HARDER! FUCK ME DOGGY-STYLE! OH YES, OH GREG, IT'S SO GOOD!"
I rammed in harder, going crazy with lust as I felt her tight cunt-lips
holding my cock firmly. I grunted in time with her begging moans,
knowing that we'd both come any second. I slowed down, wanting to make
it last; as I gave her my cock more gradually. Sachiko shuddered in
pleasure and began to whimper. She turned her head and begged:
"Keep fucking me. Fuck me good. I'm going to come. I will truly be an
Onna Bugei-Sha (female warrior) when you fill me again" Her voice was
hoarse and husky with desire.
I slid my cock into Alisa harder, fucking her cunt with long, violent
strokes. When I had it all the way in, I would yank back, pulling the
head of my cock almost all the way out of her, so that it rested just
inside her spread cunt-lips. She whimpered every time she felt my cock
about to leave her, then I would plunge it hilt-deep between her
swollen pussy-lips again, filling her up with my shaft. I lifted her
arse with each thrust so that her knees left the bed, raising several
inches into the air. When I felt her body go limp and slump to the bed,
I knew she was about to come. I really let loose, shoving my cock back
and forth, in-out, in-out as she let out a wild moan of pleasure.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Fuck me hard. Harder, faster, moooooooooooore", she screamed.
I took her advice and began to drive into her with greater and greater
force. I reached with my hands and grabbed the sides of her hips to
thrust even deeper. I must have been in touch with some more primal
force from man's distant past. I pumped and pumped, and she screamed
continually with pleasure.
"Fuck me, fuck me! Don't stop I'm almost there"
Inspiration took over and I reached around her and played with her
large, wet, vibrating clit and started to rub it with my right hand as
I pumped. I used my left hand at her tits, fucking her nipples with 3
fingers before searching for her asshole. As soon as I found it, I
plunged my index finger inside. She screamed at the intrusion but that
was all it took, and she screamed as her climax tore through her body.
Then I took one of her hands so she lent on one elbow and guided it to
her clit. While she played with her clit and I plunged her pussy from
behind she came four more times. I buried my cock in her slit again and
again as she groaned and panted in orgasm; her cunt gave me hard little
contractions as I fucked her.
Sachiko begged for my come: "Please! Come in my pussy! Oh yeah ... come
inside me ... come ... come ... uh!" until her squeezing pussy muscles
proved too much for me. Feeling her cunt grip me tight, her rippling
cunt muscles set me off, I let go and my cock spurted, and I came
filling her. My thick jizz shot into her and dribbled out her tight
cunt lips, dripping onto the bed. I grunted as I came my last inside
her, feeling my cock go soft slowly. I kept ramming my cock against her
pussy as it lost hardness. Then, pleasure flooding my whole body, I
collapsed and Sachiko fell forward, the white outline of my cum and her
juices oozed and flowed together from her pussy. My orgasm seemed to
have come right from the centre of my body, shaking every extremity.
Then, exhausted, I lay down on top of my Japanese warrior, pressing her into the bed.
"Oh yes," she sighed. "I'm full of your cum. It feels so good. This is
how I will fight every time. You have made me a true Ashiguru (lowest
level fighter)"