Perverts 'R' Us

Tokyo

By Gesso ( M/ffg, ws, anal )

I'd flown to Tokyo at the bequest of my publisher. It seems the translation of my latest sex novel had been a big runaway hit on the underground Japanese literary scene. Pedophilia is rampant in Japan, something the tourist brochures don't like to mention. So I was the guest of a prominent man, my translator. Due to the nature of the work, he uses an alias, as, of course I do.

He was very friendly. His wife and three daughters served us dinner the night I'd flown in. His wife was wearing the traditional kimono, but the daughters dressed provocatively in western clothes, tight jeans or hot pants, tank tops, and see-through silk blouses. They were young. Two of them were teenagers, maybe fifteen and thirteen, the youngest, probably ten years old.

As the women cleared the table and cleaned up, Sato, I'll call him, told me that my novel was such a success because of the abundance of pedophilia in Japan, which is somewhat tolerated by the society.

I marveled at this, saying, that, for example, his wife had the body of a little girl, by my country's standards, short, thin, and with small breasts. Why would Japanese men need to molest young girls?

He laughed.

He told me he had fucked all of his daughters, since the age of six, and that it was accepted by his wife. He, being a great artist, had his needs, and his wife and children accepted this as if it were a duty, but with great love and enthusiasm.

I was kinda fucked by the plane ride, so I retired, though with wonderful dreams. Perhaps even helped by the uncomfortable bed I'd been given, a futon, or whatever the fuck that hard thing on the floor is called. I tossed and turned, each awakening bringing a different daughter into my dreams…

The next morning I trodded off to the nearest bathroom to piss and shave. I was almost done with my shaving when in walked the youngest daughter. She excused herself profusely, saying she needed to pee really badly, and there are never enough bathrooms.

When I started to wipe my face, to leave, she said no, I should just continue. But I was done, so I turned to her while she plopped down on the toilet seat and asked her if I could watch her pee.

I said, "It turns me on to watch a woman pee."

She blushed at being called a woman and her silence in response to my question invited me. I went over and bent down on my knees before her as she sat on the throne. She spread her legs a bit wider, closed her eyes, almost giggling, and said it would take a little while. She'd never had a man watch her pee.

My face was inches away, this perfectly bald cunt, just before me. Her quite tender slit was still unopened, and her smooth olive skin was beautiful.

She closed her eyes, and finally, grunting a bit, gushed out a torrent of pale yellow pee into the bowl.

She seemed to choke a laugh. I was simply mesmerized. Even though it was squirting out from the urethra at the top, some dribbled down, wetting her cunt-lips, seeming to spread them a little.

"Well," she said, staring down at me, "Did it turn you on?"

"Yes."

"Let's see."

So I stood and dropped my pajamas and boxers, and out sprang my hard cock, just about mouth-level to her.

"Ohhh," she cooed, and reached out and traced my stiff cock softly with both hands.

"We've got to do something about this."

She stood and slid her panties all the way off.

I'd dropped the toilet lid and sat on it. The floor was like cold wood, so once she'd turned back around I was sitting there, with my cock straight up, and she lifted her nightdress.

"I've never done it on a toilet before," and she giggled.

She came up and straddled me, whinnying almost like a horse. She dropped her ten-year-old twat onto my raging hardon.

I kissed her flat chest, her nipples, through the material of her nightdress, drinking them in. Then I proceeded to her mouth.

She kissed me back with a fury, our tongues fighting. She wiggled on down my entire shaft, groaning a bit, to get it all in. We fucked, real hard and fast, her jumping up and down on my cock like a champion until I exploded. She had the tightest cunt I'd ever fucked. I came hard.

With each pulse of sperm, she moaned. I thought she had an orgasm, or maybe several. It was probably just my imagination.

She got up, straightened her night dress, picked her panties up off the floor and shimmied into them, and left, giggling the whole while.

I was a mess. I just sat there reeling in the bliss, but along came the thirteen-year-old and I tried to grab up my pajamas and boxers to cover my nakedness…

"You are a naughty boy."

"What?"

"You fucked my little sister, didn't you?"

"Well, you know…"

"Naughty boy has to drink my piss."

"What?" I stood, still clinging to my clothes.

She stripped off her panties, went over, fiddling as if locking the door, then came over, lifting her nightdress off over her head. She opened the toilet seat and sat down. She spread her legs lewdly.

I was sweetened by her adorable face, caught up in her breasts, which were just beginning to bud. I looked down at the most immaculate pussy I'd ever seen. It wasn't shaved, just pure almost bald luxury, fuzz, really.

"You don't want me to waste all this piss, do you?"

"I don't drink piss."

"Well, you're going to drink mine."

"Who says?"

"You drink my piss, or you will never fuck my older sister's asshole. And she so loves to be fucked in the ass."

At this, the door opened. The fifteen-year-old locked the door in earnest behind her. Then she dropped her panties, kicking them off with a giggle. She lifted up her nightdress, and turned around, and spread her ass-cheeks, displaying the most inviting asshole I'd ever witnessed. It was small, indeed, but open, and inviting.

I was turning, looking at this sparsely-haired cunt that was about to pee, and then at this delightful asshole, back and forth. I had to please the whims of the one, to gain access to the other.

So I moved up and placed my mouth full over the little cunt before me, my chin resting on the front of the toilet seat.

I snaked my tongue up her cunt. It was delicious. Then she cut loose and filled my mouth with her piss, some of which I spat out into the commode. But I drank, I swallowed quite a bit, and this pleased her. She patted my head.

Her sister was still on all fours on the wooden floor, her ass sticking up in the air, wiggling.

I looked up to the middle sister, begging her approval.

She pulled my face up to hers and licked her own piss off from around my mouth and my chin. She kissed me deeply, wanting to taste her own piss. Then she let me go and I crawled on my knees to her sister.

Without any lubrication at all, I thrust my raging hardon into her asshole and she bucked. It fucking hurt her. But she gritted her teeth, and took my member all the way into her asshole and I rocked back and forth.

I looked over and saw her sister furiously frigging herself as she sat on the toilet. They both reached orgasm at least three times before I flooded the older sister's asshole with an endless stream of sperm.

Her little sister came down from her throne, came over on her knees and shimmied up and began licking and sucking my sperm out of her sister's back hole.

After she'd scooped it all out with her tongue, her sister rolled around and they shared my cum in a deep back-and-forth kiss.

This was my first morning in Tokyo. I hadn't yet even seen the city.

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