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Miya's Ride 2
B y Senor RojoWhat has gone before: I introduce Miya, an adventurous friend of mine to anal sex, and a drinking buddy to Miya. Then I introduce both of them to the concept of the Miya sandwich.
The summer night air was brisk, just a bit too brisk for me as I walked back to Chris's house from the station, beer in hand from the vending machine. As I approached the house, I saw steam coming from the bathroom air vent, and heard the running water; Chris and Miya were showering. Stepping into the house, I doffed my shoes, shirt and jeans, and stepped into Chris's, and walked into the 'bathroom.'
Perhaps I should explain. Japanese apartments are so small that the toilet, bathtub, shower and sink are pretty much thrown together in one room about half the size of a US bathroom. The floor is tiled like the tub, hence the whole area within is one big romper room for sex that never needs cleaning -- oil, soap and shower included.
I can definitely say that the sight that greeted me was one that brightened my days to come. Chris was lathering up Miya, perhaps washing the dried come off of her lithe, pale little body. She gasped, eyes shut tightly over the attention he was paying to her perky little breasts.
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I need to describe those little gems of the orient in detail at least once. Pale skin highlighted a pair of small, little girl breasts, with not a hint of sag. Upturned nipples begged to be pinched and nibbled.
In fact, this is how Miya and I first met. We were necking in a restaurant (before going to Kichijoji Park, see 'Miya in the Park' for the rest of the story). She was enjoying the deep French kiss that I was giving her, me slowly unzipping her black knit sweater in the front, finding no blouse, top, or bra.
(I wanted to dress dangerous) she said, a slow smile replaced by a sharp gasp; me pinching and kneading the material of the sweater.
(Let's do something a little more dangerous)
And so we did. But that is another story.
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Chris had Miya bent over the toilet now, pinching at her nipples as he entered into her. I could see the little red welts in her skin from the 'kiss marks' (hickies) that he was placing at the base of her neck. Well, at least she could cover them with her hair....
(Hey, RojoKun.) Chris heard me come in. "You want to have some fun with our little toy?" Chris had grabbed her wrists, and was pulling her to himself, pronging her even more with every thrust.
I had never seen such a sight as the Miya-Chris beast of sex swivelled around in that tiny bathroom, the Miya's hungry pouting lips engulfing and sucking my tool, into her throat, sucking deeper until the gag reflex caused her throat muscles to grab my dick, seemingly with a will not her own. The vibrations from her moaning, and her dancing tongue soon had my tool rock hard; she was again pinned by two tall white guys.
We could feel Miya convulse (with agony or ecstasy, we did not know at the time) as Chris and I both began to push into her at the same time. Chris let her arms go as she wrapped her arms around the back of my legs. I saw the grin on Chris's face as he started to push a thumb into her nether hole; I felt myself start to lose control as she screamed, the sound being muffled by my swollen tool.
"Aahhhhh...!" That was me as I shot my load down her throat; one of her hands came inward to cup my balls, and milk every single last drop from my spent manhood.
I showered off as Miya, as if almost in a trance, gravitated to Chris's manhood, her mouth still dripping with my salty repast.
Taking a towel, I could hear Chris and Miya enjoying themselves as something drew my attention away from the action. What I saw sticking out of Miya's bag brought my dick back to the land of the living in record time -- sitting in Miya's open bag was a cast latex dildo -- no, make that a vibrator -- somewhat small, about 4 inches long..
Just as an aside, I could not believe that a hot little number like Miya would be lacking for sex, what with all of the clubbing that she had purportedly done this night. I smiled as another somewhat mischievous idea began to jell in my head. Grabbing the vibrator, I headed back to the slurping sounds within.
Miya was milking Chris for all he was worth. The hot water, or the exertion had blushed both of their bodies a tinge of red.
(Surprise!) I said, lifting Miya's rear end into the air, her gorgeous ass beckoning to me. She didn't seem to notice as I worked the vibrator into her (by now) well lubed smaller hole. She also didn't notice (Chris's immense dick had her totally captivated) as I eased my half-hard tool into her now stretched pussy. But she _did_ notice when I flipped the small switch at the base. I could feel my tool blowing up like a balloon in her little pussy, tuned to the humming of the little machine. I could not believe it. I held onto her ass cheeks as she bucked against me, pushing the vibe and my dick deeper into herself.
(Mmm...mph!!)
(Mmm...mph!!)
(Mmm...mph!!)
Then, I heard her keening scream into Chris as he pushed violently against her, spewing down her throat as she took all of him, milking _his_ balls (this woman _really_ liked come). I could see her throat swallowing as she repeatedly backed into me, her screams muffled by Chris's engorged, shooting tool. The vibrator had sunk at least an inch and a half since I had started my initial intrusion. As her arms flew about wildly, I grabbed both of them and pronged my little sex toy doubly as Chris emptied his last into her.
Grabbing a towel, he closed the door behind him; I could hear one of the cans of beer pop open as I rammed myself into Miya's little sweat drenched body. I felt her stiffen, and then go limp. I was dry myself, so we stopped.
God, I felt so relaxed, tired. Miya gripped the edge of the sink, her whole body quivering as the vibrator fell out of its home, clattering to the wet floor. We showered, and I wiped her deliciously abused body clean, noticing the welts where Chris kissed her, the bruising where our hands had clamped down on her ass, her battered little pussy, once pink, now a darker red.
(Are you all right?) I asked, more that a little bit concerned.
(Yes, I am fine. My body is always like this after play.) The looked in my eye prompted her to continue. (I have a tender body. You won't even see anything after a week or so. I am a little bit sore down there....).
We towelled off, and joined Chris in the living room. I mixed them both some more mud slides -- we all got blitzed after that, watching Japanese TV, and then faded off into merciful sleep.
The End.