Konomi Takinishi was now 57 years old and a wealthy property
developer in Melbourne specializing in Japanese investors in
Queensland; the main destination for Japanese tourists and businesses.
She had been my first Asian woman when I had my first Accounting job
after Uni at the Japanese trading house Marubenyi's Australian
division. Konomi was then 25 and head of the Japanese office girls. To
cut a long story short I married her and was introduced to the sight of
her fighting, fucking and abusing the 18 year old office girls sent out
for their compulsory 6 months overseas stint. With their internal
company record in the hands of Konomi's performance rating they had no
choice but to go along with her demands.
I was in heaven, but like all good things it couldn't last. After 2
years of marriage which gave her permanent residence in Australia I had
served my purpose and got the flick as she put me out to pasture and
took over as first, mistress to a wealthy married property developer,
then wife, then rich widow. Now she sat opposite Arupama and me and the
memories returned, but was she still the same Konomi?
Looking at the 5 ft 3 110 pound woman opposite, I doubted it. She was
still recognizable, despite a severe short hairstyle replacing her 70's
afro as her face and typical Japanese long torsoed, short thick thighed
body 32B 28 34 were still the same. But her clothes. Her 2 piece suit
and sensible shoes looked like something out of I love Lucy and the
1950's, a far cry from the exhibitionist women I knew from the years
before.
What could I do? I had nothing to blackmail her with as I had done with
the other Vietnamese women Arupama had fought. In my nervousness I
knocked my computer mouse off the desk and reached down to pick it up.
Hope, because looking up Konomi's skirt I saw naked pussy. And a few
minutes later it was a done deal as she threatened the Indian with a
painfest at her house that evening.
It looked like it had been made by Gym Equipment manufacturer, all
polished chrome tubing and black rubber. Essentially it was a long
treadmill like platform with various bars attached to it and two large
metal boxes at either end. Following the Japanese's instructions
Arupama knelt on all fours and I strapped Arupama's shapely dark
skinned lower leg down to the padded board so she was immobilized. Each
leg was held by one strap around the ankle and another just below the
bent knee. Konomi knelt on the other end facing Arupama so her right
shoulder pressed against Arupama's. Then I did the same binding to
Konomi, as she abused Arupama with a mouthful of curses and racial
slurs that stunned even me for a moment as she boasted how she was
going to hurt the Indian real bad.
Then she told me to press some switches on the boxes. I did and watched
in amazement as motors purred, flaps opened and two 12 inch long, 3
inch diameter dildos extended. Again following Konomi's instructions I
maneuvered the dildos on their semi rigid shafts so the lubricated head
rested just inside the two women's arsehole openings, and plugged in
two controllers which were attached to a vertical bar that each woman's
left hand could hold.
The rules for the women were they could punch, claw, twist, gouge and
rip at each other's body, but they could not go above the shoulders and
they could only use their hands. The controller had a speed/depth
control with a deadman's switch which stopped the motor for 90 seconds
the first time pressure was taken off the switch, 180 seconds the
second time and 5 minutes the third time. During this time the machine
was off she couldn't attack the other woman.
Hissing and boasting of what they would do the 2 women bumped their
shoulders into each other. I shouted go and each seized the others tits
with their right hand. As they groaned and cursed working hard each
breast, Arupama pressed her speed switch. Konomi quivered, knowing what
was coming. The motor whined, the rod extended and the greased head of
the hard rubber cock pushed into the Japanese's puckered hole. The
lubricated dong split her sphincter open. The muscles of her rectum
clamped around the intruder. Arupama went for full speed/depth and a
hard thrust buried the 3 inch diameter black rubber deeper. Konomi
moaned in pain and Arupama screamed with joy at taking the imitative.
Arupama yelled, "I'll Rip that Jap arse apart, Greg!"
The dildo was six inches in, pushing and jamming into Konomi's arse.
Arupama crushed and twisted Konomi's boobs and stared straight into
Konomi's eyes.
I had never seen anything like it and my cock was harder than it had
any right to be. Konomi was not only absorbing the assault on her arse
by the machine and Arupama on her tits, but she was going on the
attack, rolling Arupama's thick dark nipples between her thumb and
forefinger. She crushed, pulled and twisted, drawing Arupama's heavy
breasts outward, stretching them into oblong bags. Quickly she shifted
to ripping her long talons along the Indian's tits drawing blood.
Arupama's head was back and she cursed a stream. Suddenly Konomi
pressed the switch on her controller. The head pushed into the dark
pink opening surrounded by dark skin and tried to ram into her arse. It
drove in two inches, then another, then another and finally only her
compressed arsecheeks held anything out of her. It was timed perfectly.
The sudden arse rape on top of the tit mauling sent the Indian over the
edge.
"Eeeeiiiiighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", Arupama screamed and let go of the
controller and the deadman switch shut down the machine she controlled.
The machine stopped drilling into Konomi and she used her controller to
pound Arupama's arse causing her to cry out in pain from each thrust.
The Indian who could no longer maul the Japanese while the machine was
off was pushed forward and pulled back by the dildo, each time bumping
into the Japanese's hard boobs. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Arupama's
mouth was open and she groaned in agony as the hard rubber cock plunged
in and out of her arse and Konomi's strong fingers disappeared into the
swelling, now bruised and bloody bags of pain on her chest.
After 90 seconds Arupama's machine started again. Both women were bent
backwards as the machine driven cocks reamed in and up their arses.
They worked on each other with their hands twisting and tearing at each
other's battered tits.
Konomi was a pain freak and she exploded in an orgasm about ten minutes
into the savage fight and she released a flood of liquid on the mat.
She was still a squirter. Despite her own pain Arupama increased her
efforts and used Konomi's body numbing orgasm to unleash havoc on her
already raw dark nipples. Konomi screamed and cried as her nipples
started to bleed. She doubled up her fist and started sinking it deep
into Arupama's upper belly. Short sharp jolts into the unmuscled belly
of the Indian. Arupama grunted and suddenly quivered. Konomi switched
her hand to the Indian's pussy. Arupama screamed and grabbed for
Konomi's hand. Konomi shouted triumphantly and increased the speed of
the cock slamming into Arupama as her hand remained latched onto
Arupama's sweat soaked tangle of hair. Unknown to me the Indian was a
pain freak too and everything about the matchup combined to send her
into orgasmic pain not the normal bliss. But unfortunately her orgasm
caused her to let go of the controller again.
With her free time Konomi leaned forward and punched her stiffened
fingers low into Arupama's soft belly. After the second punch she
opened her hand and started ripping at Arupama's bush and mound.
Arupama screamed and writhed as the pain loving Japanese got her
fingers into her pussy. Konomi taunted her Indian rival as she violated
her from the front as the machine pounded into her from the rear. But
180 seconds finally passed and Arupama's machine came back to life and
jerked Konomi's head back as it drilled into her at maximum speed. She
screamed in frustration as her cunt attack was foiled as her fingers
were pulled away by Arupama, who then let go and fastened on Konomi's
bush. This time it was the Japanese who screamed as the Indian's hands
came away full of curly black pubic hair and some red flesh under her
fingernails.
Arupama started punching and driving forearms into Konomi's tits.
Konomi returned the favor and for several minutes the smack of fist and
elbow on tit or other fists and arms were interspersed with their
moaning, gasping and screaming. But Arupama had never experienced pain
like this and she again let go of the controller. This time the
Japanese had 5 minutes of uncontested time.
Konomi was merciless. She switched to Arupama's nipples and practically
tore them off the pain filled Indian woman. The agony thrust Arupama
into a trembling shaking mass of tortured flesh and nerve endings.
Arupama slumped back. Konomi grunted with the effort and went for
Arupama's pussy. Arupama screams were hurting my ears and suddenly she
went limp and slumped over Konomi's shoulder. Konomi continued to
savage Arupama's cunt. She was gone. She finally yelled for the
Japanese to stop. Konomi finally did. When I undid the straps Arupama
was down for the count.
Konomi took a drink of water and then poured the jug on Arupama's face.
Arupama woke up crying. Konomi laughed and lowered her bloody cunt down
hard on the Indian woman's face. Once sitting, she began to grind her
way to three shattering orgasms using Arupama's swollen boobs as
handhold's.
She stuffed a 6 inch church candle deep into Arupama's pussy and lit
it. Frantically the Indian who was now tied to a chair tried to wriggle
it free. No luck. It was deeply embedded and slowly burning down. I did
my part in the action by spreading Konomi's legs and slipping my stiff
cock into her bloody pussy. She rolled so she was on top and started to
ride me. Closer and closer the flame came to Arupama's slit. Her eyes
were full of fear as her coarse cunt hair started to singe.
There was only one outlet. Frantically she willed herself to piss. The
heat could be felt on her thick cunt lips as the fucking Japanese
languidly and detachedly watched. Her cunt hair smoldered as was about
to ignite when first a splutter then a stream of piss issued from her
to extinguish the flame. Konomi moved to her and reached between her
dripping legs, spread the folds at the top of her pussy and said, "Here
is something to remember me by, you Indian bitch!"
Then she pissed all over Arupama's torn and bruised tits.
"We fight in a week", she hissed.
What a contrast in dress styles they made: Konomi in her erotic
fighting attire of nothing but an opaque silk skin colored body hugging
full length cat suit and platform high heel shoes and Arupama who
attempted to look sophisticated in six-inch black high heel shoes, a
black satin mini skirt that came up 10 inches short of her knees and
set off by her black nylon stockings, a long sleeved black and white
jacket that came to just below her waist and was held by only two
buttons, one just below her exposed bust line and the other level with
her navel. Under the jacket she wore a matching black satin thin
strapped camisole without bra.
The tension between the two was overflowing as the three of us
attempted to establish some rules. Arupama pushed past me and
aggressively chested the smaller older Japanese who then pushed her
forcibly back on the settee. She got up only for Konomi to push her
back much harder this time, causing her head to crash into the wall
behind.
She got up again and as the Japanese woman attempted to push her back
down again she kicked her in the shins. Her retaliation hit a nerve and
Konomi glared at her and lunged.
"You'll pay for that bitch," she shrieked as she reached out and
grabbed the 43 year old Indian around the shoulders. Arupama replied
with such force that she ripped Konomi's silk catsuit down both arms
exposing most of her small hard titts.
Konomi screamed and landed an open hand hard slap on the 43 year-old's
face. It came out of nowhere and she then grabbed the Indian's thick
gold necklace ripping it from her neck.
"Enjoy this bitch," she yelled and slashed the Indian across the face
with the chain drawing a thin weal across her face. She drew back to
lash her again but Arupama grabbed her around her legs and in a rugby
football-like tackle sent the catsuited Japanese to the floor knocking
the coffee table sideways.
They started to wrestle but Konomi got to her feet first and bent over Arupama.
"You rip my suit, how you like me tear your clothes?" she shrilled as
she ripped apart the buttons in the satin jacket and dragged it partly
off her shoulders with buttons flying in the air.
"You slut! You little slut. That's my new jacket!" hissed the Indian as
she tried to wriggle into it but the Japanese moved quickly to rip her
camisole down exposing her full bared breasts. They struggled on the
floor shouting insults at each other, legs flying and arms thrashing
about until Arupama managed to get a firm hold on Konomi's silk body
suit and put her fingernails through the flimsy garment and raked a
long tear from the neck down to just below the navel as they rolled
entwined on the floor.
"I'll fix you!" the Indian spat out as she let fly with a flurry of
clenched fists that just missed as Konomi scrambled to her feet first
and jumped up to get behind Arupama, grabbed the bottom ends of her
satin jacket before pulling it with all her strength upwards until she
dragged it over the Indian's arms held it up triumphantly in her hand.
She screwed it up and threw it in the taller woman's face.
Arupama shrieked in rage when she saw the crumpled new jacket minus the
only two buttons and saw the big rip in her matching camisole, now
hanging below her dark swinging pendulous breasts.
"You fucking cunt" she screamed at Konomi as they both stood toe to toe
pushing and shoving each until they both fell on to the settee arms
thrashing and legs kicking. They struggled to get up so they could gain
the advantage. First to recover the heavier Arupama rushed at still
rising Konomi so hard she knocked her over and quickly got her face
down straddling her, shredding her already torn silk cat suit until it
was just hanging off her in pieces, the only undamaged part being from
the lower thighs down. Konomi's twisted and struggled about in an
exaggerated manner like a WRE wrestler to break the hold but managed to
get one hand back behind her and got just enough leverage to thrust it
up under her adversary's skirt to grab hold of the top of her nylon
stockings, stretching and pulling them as she tried to roll out of
Arupama's grip.
Off balance Arupama let go, but the older Japanese woman didn't let go
of Arupama's stockings until she finally ripped one from her thigh and
dragged it down to her knee.
"Let's see your ugly body," she screamed and grabbed hold of Arupama's
skirt at the waist unhooking it frantically then dragging it down over
her hips low enough so that when Arupama regained herself and tried to
stand up she fell backwards over onto the settee.
It gave Konomi the chance to have another go at her loosened skirt and
she quickly dragged it down to the ankles. Arupama's kicked like a mad
bull, cursing in Hindi but narrowly missed Konomi's head as the older
woman bobbed and weaved about. Konomi used Arupama's prone position and
flailing legs to advantage getting the black satin skirt over her high
heels before flinging it into the corner of the room.
Arupama let fly with a mouthful of Hindu filth but the Japanese
couldn't understand what she was saying anyway and they started hand
grappling again. Arupama suddenly bit Konomi hard leaving teeth marks
on her forearm and making her yelp in pain. The Japanese answered and
bit her back like a rottweiler. It was no love bite; it was a fierce
crunch on Arupama's upper arm and left teeth marks and a big blue
bruise to show where she had been after the Indian smashed her in the
face to break free.
They fell again to the floor, rolling over and over, cursing, and
screaming obscenities with both grabbing hold of each other's hair
pulling so hard it jerked their heads at every tug. Konomi was all but
naked, her silk catsuit in tatters, the top part hanging loose down
over the only undamaged part which was now below her knees. Arupama's
was a mess, one stocking was at her ankle, her skirt and satin jacket
were on the floor, and her partly ripped camisole's hung down over her
lower abdomen. All she's had left untouched was her black lace panties,
suspender belt and black high heels. Konomi's savage attack now
stripped her of her underwear.
They continued to roll around, legs wrapped around each other trying to
stay in control as they slapped each other hard and tugged handfuls of
hair but it was the heavier, stronger Arupama that managed to get in
the right position to land a really hard fingernail scrape to the face.
Konomi cried out and swore loudly, "Fuck you fuck you fuck you" as she touched the scratch and her fingers come away bloody.
The Japanese looked up with a look of sheer hatred on her face and
rushed the younger Indian and plunged her sharp nails into the Indian's
hair, grabbed a tight hold and started to shake her head back and
forth, before forcing her onto her back on the ground and straddling
her torso. She banged Arupama's head against the floor a couple of
times then let go of her hair to tear with her long nails at her large
tits.
Arupama made her escape when Konomi got a bit careless and moved too
far forward in her hold as she grabbed her adversary's short, wiry
black hair and gave it a hard yank. Konomi tumbled and rolled off her
position over the Indian's legs and thighs, pulling her hair free of
Arupama's grasp as she fell away. Arupama rolled in the opposite
direction, preventing either woman from grabbing at the other.
Both quickly scrambled to their feet, ready to continue the battle.
Konomi went after the Indian's leg as she sent a kick toward the her
knee. Arupama sidestepped and avoided the kick and countered with a
spin kick aimed at Konomi's head. Konomi ducked and just barely avoided
the leg as it whizzed just over her head. As Konomi came up, she fired
a short hard kidney punch into Arupama's lower back. Arupama grimaced
with pain and swung out with her fist, Konomi's head snapping to the
side as Arupama backhanded her across the mouth.
The two fighters staggered and wobbled on their high heels as they
circled. As soon as they reached striking distance, both set
themselves. Arupama swung out with a high kick aimed at Konomi's head.
Konomi again ducked under the kick and countered with a solid punch to
the gut. Arupama let out a pained grunt as she backed away a couple
steps. Konomi quickly gave chase and continued to fire punches and
chops at the retreating Indian's bigger body. Arupama let out a couple
more groans as Konomi's fists landed with solid thuds against her
belly, tits, and ribs.
Moving in close against the tired Indian Konomi let a volley of chops
and punches into her kidneys that sent her crumpled to the floor. With
a rough pull on her long black hair, she forced Arupama to her feet.
She set herself and pivoted. As she turned, she spun the Indian around
and whipped her into the wall. Arupama hit the wall with a loud thud
and a pained groan. Konomi moved in and hammered her with repeated
kidney punches, working the same area over and over.
Thud. Thud. Thud. It was like watching Rocky Balboa in Rocky I training
with the beef carcasses. Arupama toppled, falling in such a way her
shoulder caught the solid oak timber corner of the coffee table giving
her another bruise. Konomi leapt upon her and interspersed cunt ripping
with her kidney punches. She pulled the Indian up by her hair
"I'll fuck you after this!" she shrilled. It hadn't been one way
especially at the start and Konomi body was reddened and she was
bleeding from face scratches near the mouth and rakes across her tits
where Arupama's had enjoyed success. To me she was extremely erotic as
she stood naked, blood and sweat mixed together, face to face with the
beaten younger, naked, battered sweat covered Indian whose strands of
long mattered black hair were all over the place and who was barely
standing and breathing in great gulps.
Overconfidently Konomi sauntered forward. This was Arupama's last
chance and with a final effort and burst of adrenaline, she rammed her
fingers into Konomi's eyes and then grabbed her neck and locked her in
a side headlock. She wasted no time as she had little energy left, and
she quickly put the Japanese down with a bulldog. Konomi groaned as her
face whacked into the floor. She lay there with her legs twitching.
Arupama rolled her over on her back with a hard kick to the ribs. With
a nasty smirk, the Indian backed up and ran forward. As she got closer
she jumped and aimed her elbow at the Japanese's heaving boobs.
It looked like she had finished the Japanese as Arupama dragged a limp
Konomi upright but the tiny Japanese wasn't quite finished and she
stamped down with her stiletto heel onto Arupama's foot who screamed
and reeled away. Konomi acted quickly and desperately grabbed the phone
and smashed it hard into the side of Arupama's head sending her
crashing to the ground. Konomi, still in pain from the eye gouge and
bulldog swung her foot and kicked Konomi in the cunt, eliciting an
scream from Arupama who pulled her hands down to protect her damaged
sex.
Konomi had lost control completely now and wanted to finish her enemy
off. She grabbed the plastic bin liner bag from the small tidy and
jumped on Arupama's back pinning her down, grabbed the bag and pulled
it tight around Konomi's head, winding and tightening the plastic hard
behind the Indian's neck. Arupama, realizing her situation panicked and
blindly tried to reach up and loosen the plastic bag that was
suffocating her. She was fading fast when her nails pierced the bag and
gave her some much needed oxygen.
She was still going under though and her arms flailed wildly as she
attempted to fight back. Her hand touched the phone cord. She looped it
round Konomi's neck and rolled off the bed tightening it as the two
women fell to the floor. It was race to see who would run out of air
first: the Indian with the plastic bag held tight against her face or
the Japanese with the phone cord strangling her.
It was the Indian who triumphed and after gathering in some deep
breaths she separated slowly, wrenching the plastic bag from Konomi's
limp grasp and in one motion shot up a hard fist right into the barely
conscious Japanese woman's hairy pussy. It was a direct hit and she
curled on her knees moaning and whimpering. Arupama, despite her own
pain forced herself up and as Konomi knelt before her still grabbing
her cunt the Indian drove her knee into her opponents chin, sending the
older woman sprawling into the floor, unconscious.
Konomi shook her head clearing the cobwebs and struggled onto her knees
but failed to see Arupama swing her leg back and kick a field goal
between her legs. She collapsed but Arupama took a tight hold of her
hair and kept her upright as she delivered retribution to the
Japanese's firm tits. Finally she placed her knee in the small of
Konomi's back and tightened the phone cord still round her neck. Konomi
flailed her arms but in vain until they dropped motionless and Arupama
let the unconscious Japanese slip to the floor.
Arupama emerged after rummaging through Konomi's walk in robe with
something called, I think from memory, the "Tokyo Reamer." It was about
eighteen inches long. It made no attempt at being lifelike. It was as
if someone had put pieces of fruit of increasing size -smallest first -
into a latex tube. The result was a knob of latex about an inch and a
half thick, followed by a slight depression, then another knob, a bit
thicker, and so forth. The knob at the base had to be six inches thick.
The base was flattened and there was a hollow opening about a half inch
thick with a metal socket with a three quarter inch pipe thread. It
also had the sensible (if unnecessary) caution to USE PLENTY OF
LUBRICANT along its length along with an engraved ruler and white
carved and painted notches signifying its greatest penetration in its
victims. In her other hand she had what looked like an old time girdle
whose front had a leather plate with the matching 1 inch threaded rod.
Arupama opened the K-Y and smeared it all over the end of the dildo
using most of one tube. Next, she put bound pillows on the bed and tied
each of Konomi's wrists with stockings. Then she tied stockings around
each slender ankle. Arupama put the rolled-up bolsters lengthwise on
Konomi's belly and tits and then tied her with the stockings from her
wrists together around it -- strapping her to the bolsters. Then she
did the same with the ankle stockings. Next, Arupama rolled her onto
all fours - the "fours" being tied around the bolster. And all the
time, she never stopped working her fingers in the Japanese's cunt.
Finally, Arupama took two long electrical extension cords and fed them
around and under the mattress - between the mattress and the
bedsprings, to be precise. When Arupama was done, Konomi was on all
fours, bound to the rolled-up bolsters and immobilized by the ties to
the bed.
Arupama stepped to the side of the bed and looked down at her. Konomi's
legs were forced apart by her position and cunt was exposed -- but her
position also tautened and emphasized the shape of her tight little
arse; the narrowness of her hips; the superb proportions of her back,
and the perfect line of her legs. Not bad for a 57 year old.
Arupama pressed her down into the bound-bolster with one hand and
placed the fat tip of the dildo against her cunt. She rolled her thick
hips around and pushed the tip it into her cunt until she had her first
penetration. Arupama slowly increased the speed of her thrusting and
was rewarded by all of the lubricated monster's head entering Konomi's
cunt. Then she went to town fucking the tied up defenseless Japanese in
a frenzy. Exhausted she stopped and looked down. About 10 inches were
embedded in the wailing Japanese, but the mark that identified the
greatest penetration 13.5 inches was still visible.
She grabbed the Japanese by her hips and renewed her assault and half
an hour later she slumped exhausted to a halt and saw that she had
almost two-thirds of the dildo embedded in her cunt. The rubber dick
must have been three-and-a-half inches in diameter where the bulge
disappeared -- and reappeared -- between her cunt lips. As Arupama
tried to withdraw it, the cunt grip was so powerful that it seemed to
suck her inner cunt out. But withdraw it she did and then smeared more
K-Y all over it. Despite the withdrawal, Konomi's pain racked writhings
barely slackened. The clock said 10:40, the numbers telling me she had
been fucking the Japanese for more than two and a half hours.
"Now I'm going to shove both my fists up that little cunt of yours,"
she gloated. "Up your little Japanese cunt and open you up before I
split you,"
Arupama fairly easily got one fist into the still stretched Japanese
slit but getting the second hand in was harder. It wasn't like the
first hand, when her cunt had been opened so widely. Now her cunt was
full with one fist and tight. The lack of room hampered the Indian at
first, but she worked one pinky inside and kept stretching her until
her left fist and all four fingers of her right hand were in her.
Arupama had to strain to get her thumb in, causing Konomi to scream
into the pillow as the Indian tried to force all her second hand into
her cunt causing Konomi to almost break the bonds that held her.
As she forced her second hand in she screamed: "I'm going to fist fuck
you. Fuck you harder and longer. Going to split your cunt open!"
When both hands were all the way into her oriental cunt and her labia
were stretched around her wrists, Arupama paused to smear K-Y on her
forearm to help give her deeper penetration. Slowly she started to push
and pull her two fists alternatively. In and out, in and out, in and
out. Over and over. Arupama pumped her fists in her cunt for a long
time, it seemed -- though the clock told me only twenty minutes had
passed -- and Konomi's cunt was opening wider. Arupama had somehow
managed to part the Japanese woman's legs even more. Arupama was so
consumed by the thought of, and actual cunt-reaming she was giving and
she suddenly shook as her own orgasmic spasms took control of her body.
Cum oozed from her slit down her legs as she joined her fists into one
and began pumping faster, driving her joined fists in and out. Konomi
was a tortured wreck. She had collapsed on the pillow, sobbing and
screaming alternately.
Arupama unclenched her fist and with a struggle withdrew her hands. She
placed the tip of the dong at Konomi's cunt, grabbed her hips, screamed
and thrust into the abused now stretched and gaping open cunt. Again
and again. After three brutal slams she had matched her previous 12
inches. Another 5 brutal hip thrusts and blood was trickling from the
split crevice of the Japanese but this only encouraged Arupama who
finally with the dildo at least 5 inches wide as it touched her cunt
lips and with 14.95 inches inside could do no more.
My first hint that Konomi had passed out was when Arupama put the tube
of K-Y to her arse and she didn't react. That's when Arupama realized
that even though Konomi was still in pain and her hips and thighs
moving appropriately, she was quite.
She unscrewed the 18 inches of rubber and left it plugged in the
Japanese and rolled her on her back. Her cunt was stretched beyond
belief to accommodate the monster and blood streamed from a tear in the
skin beside her clit which was totally exposed and stretched across the
black rubber. Arupama rested her left hand on Konomi's thigh and like a
martial arts exponent smashing tiles slowly lowered and raised her
stiffened hand a couple of times measuring the distance, visualizing
the strike. I could see naked fear in Konomi's eyes, triumph in
Arupama's.
With a shriek her arm moved in a blur descending like a pile driver,
the pad under her thumb flattening the clit against the hard rubber of
the Tokyo Reamer.