The Japanese woman's slightly twitching anus

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In the autumn of that year, I accompanied a delegation from a large domestic company on a visit to Japan to inspect equipment they planned to import.

For the first half of our trip in Japan, we visited ten large and medium-sized companies, including Mitsubishi, Nippon Steel, Nippon Steel, and Ishikawa-Harima Heavy Industries, covering almost half of Japan – a truly hectic schedule. Add to that the pre-visit preparation, the exchanges during the visits, the endless banquets and traditional Japanese formalities, and the post-visit summaries and debriefings, and everyone was exhausted. Even the staff from our Japanese host company, Hisashiri Trading, were nearly worn out.

Therefore, Nakajima, the head of Hisashiri's business section who had been accompanying us, suggested taking two days to rest. The delegation leader thought this would be a good opportunity to reflect and agreed.

Our group consisted of six people. Group leader Pan and deputy group leader Ning were the factory director and secretary of the company, respectively. Among the members were the company's chief engineer, Lao Liu, and chief coordinator, Lao Fan. Another member, Xiao Hou, worked for a technology import and export company and also served as a translator. I joined because the research institute had assigned me to participate in the company's technological upgrading design.

September 21st was a Saturday. At 3 PM, Nakajima picked us up from our hotel in Nagoya. The van left the city and entered the highway. After nearly two hours, it turned onto a regular road. According to the road signs, we had arrived at a place called "Gero" in Gifu Prefecture. The van then turned onto a narrower country road. As dusk fell and we should have turned on our headlights, the van pulled into a quiet inn nestled in the mountains. The name was something like "Yu-kan" (soup-something-guan), and I had no idea what the two slang terms meant.

We filed out of the van, breathing in the fresh mountain air filled with the scent of grass and trees, and couldn't help but stretch contentedly.

Before us stood a large Japanese-style house, with four oval lanterns emitting a soft red glow under the eaves. A faint, lavender-like scent wafted from the circular flowerbed in front of the gate, where some flowers and plants grew. A few low stone lanterns flickered a pale yellow light, illuminating the cobblestone path.

The curtain was lifted, revealing the short, stocky figure of President Yamada of the Kujiri Company, followed by Vice President Nakagawa. They were both dressed in kimonos today, looking somewhat odd. They hurried down the steps, their wooden clogs clicking crisply on the cobblestones as they greeted us. I immediately knew I'd have to bow again. Sure enough, Yamada and Nakagawa bowed to everyone, and we had no choice but to return the bow. We couldn't be impolite; after all, this was a great nation.

After a long and tedious exchange, as we were being led inside, we discovered that about ten people were standing in two rows on the porch. Except for a balding middle-aged man, they were all women dressed in traditional Japanese clothing, all wearing wooden clogs and standing respectfully with their feet

turned slightly outwards. Yamada pointed to the middle-aged man and introduced him as the innkeeper. As for the women, we were simply told their names—things like Peach, Plum, Chestnut, and Pear—and with each introduction came a chorus of "Please take care of me," accompanied by repeated bows. I wondered, could all these women be the innkeeper's wives? How strange.

Taking off our shoes, we entered a room of about 40 square meters, which served as the main hall. We sat down on extremely low Japanese sofas, and Yamada launched into a long explanation, essentially inviting us to relax in the hot springs. He said it was a quiet place with fresh air, a perfect place to unwind. Please take a bath first, change into the kimonos provided, and then have a simple meal. Knowing that none of you have ever worn a kimono before, these ladies are specially invited to help you. We hope you enjoy all of this.

Good heavens! Is this a mass prostitution ring? At that moment, a woman with a pale face walked up to me and whispered something, but I couldn't understand a word. Looking at Xiao Hou, I saw that he and Lao Pan were in the same predicament as me. It seems the Japanese here is different from the Japanese used in official circles. Fortunately, the woman gestured for me to leave, so I got up. She spoke a few words with Nakagawa, presumably asking which room I wanted, and then led me to my room with my suitcase.

It was a Japanese-style room, about thirteen or fourteen square meters. There was a row of cabinets at the back, two Japanese-style sofas and a coffee table against one wall, and a low cabinet opposite with a television.

I sat down on the sofa, and the woman put my suitcase in the corner and knelt in front of me, quickly saying something to me. I stared at her blankly. Although I had crammed a little Japanese, I couldn't understand a word she said except for "please take care of me."

She spoke again, enunciating each word clearly, seemingly introducing herself. I took out a pen, and she immediately went to the drawer under the TV and retrieved a stack of papers. I smiled with satisfaction, wrote "your name," and added a question mark. She tilted her head to look at it, then took the pen and wrote "Ryoko," then pointed to herself and wrote "take a bath."

I looked around; it didn't look like there was a bathroom, so I asked, "Where?" She got up, walked to the TV, and pushed open a door that was barely noticeable, gesturing for me to enter. I walked suspiciously to the door and found a rather spacious bathroom inside. One wall was made of stone, with a stone pool at its base, overflowing with hot water that flowed out through a stone trough—could this be a hot spring? On the other wall, decorated with dark ceramic tiles, there were mirrors, a washbasin, a toilet, and other modern sanitary facilities.

I pointed to the pool and asked her, "Hot spring?" She dipped her finger in the water and wrote something like "hot spring" on the mirror, so it must be a hot spring.

I blurted out, "Hot spring, this is a hot spring." She mimicked my "hot spring," her pronunciation clumsy and awkward, and we couldn't help but laugh at each other.

This laugh broke the awkwardness between us caused by our restraint and language barrier. She gestured for me to go take a bath and then turned and left.

As I soaked comfortably in the very hot spring water, Ryoko quietly entered, carrying a kimono. I immediately covered my lower body with a towel, closed my eyes, and pretended not to notice. But she spoke to me urgently, so I had to open my eyes and listen carefully. She pointed to the towel, seemingly explaining something. I suddenly remembered that Japanese people don't soak towels in hot springs, but removing the towel like this seemed a bit too much… I don't know where she pulled out a large sponge, gesturing for me to sit up. She laid a dry towel on the edge of the pool, lifted the hem of her kimono, knelt down, and wet the sponge to scrub my back, her two snow-white thighs almost completely exposed.

I'd been away for almost 20 days and hadn't been near a woman. At home, I make love with my wife almost every day. Now, a living woman with bare thighs was scrubbing my back, and the intermittent scent of perfume wafted over me. How could I resist? My penis, comfortably soaked in the hot water, immediately became erect.

When she finished scrubbing my back and turned to her chest, she noticed my restless little brother, but didn't show any displeasure. She just whispered something in my ear and chuckled. Not knowing what she meant, I could only smile back to hide my embarrassment.

I'd heard about the custom of mixed-gender bathing in Japan, so Ryoko was probably used to it. I should have remained calm, but… this little thing between my legs was so unruly. The more I tried to calm it down, the more defiant it became, stubbornly refusing to listen to reason. Frustrated, I gestured for Ryoko to leave and grabbed the showerhead, extinguishing its enthusiasm with cold water.

After a quick shower, I put on my loose-fitting kimono, but was at a loss with the loincloth, trying it on and on without success. Just then, I heard Ryoko giggling outside, so I hastily tied my obi and went back to the room, tossing the thing in a corner.

Ryoko quickly suppressed her laughter, untied her kimono, bent down, and picked up the loincloth to put it on me. But my erect penis was in her way again. Ryoko kept giggling and saying something, finally managing to settle the unruly fellow in the loincloth. Then she retied the obi, straightened my kimono, and put my socks on. After touching up her makeup, she led me to the dining room at exactly 7:30.

Needless to say, there was another round of pleasantries before we were finally seated as host and guests. The 'casual meal' was very lavish, and the nine women accompanying us performed Japanese dances. I really didn't find them appealing, but Yamada and the other two were completely engrossed, so their dancing skills must have been quite good.

Amidst the clinking of glasses and the lively atmosphere, the voices of the people involuntarily rose three octaves. Yamada, drinking sake, laughed loudly, and judging from the women's occasional embarrassed expressions, the "meat dishes" must have been served. Ryoko sat beside me, pouring sake and serving food, often whispering in my ear, and later simply snuggling into my arms, her face flushed from the sake, seemingly a little tipsy. Finally, she even slipped her hand inside my clothes and rubbed my hard penis.

I looked around; people were already swaying and intertwined in pairs. I couldn't bear it any longer, so I pretended to be drunk and dazed, and Ryoko helped me, or rather, we helped each other back to the room. She took out bedding from the closet and spread it out, and after we stripped each other of our kimonos, we lay down together in the bath to enjoy the soothing hot spring.

We gently caressed each other's bodies, from cheeks, necks, chests to waists and lower abdomens, then focused on the areas we were most interested in. My left arm was around her waist, my right palm pressed against her mons pubis, my index and ring fingers parting her labia, my middle finger lingering at the entrance, feeling the slippery texture. She turned slightly to the side, her right arm around my neck, her left hand manipulating my penis. As my fingers moved faster, she quickened her pace. Finally, she rolled over, muttering something, and went to the washbasin to remove her makeup.

I continued soaking in the bath. The hot spring water seemed different; I felt full of energy again, the fatigue from the past two weeks of travel vanished, and the alcohol I had just drunk seemed to dissipate through my pores. I lay quietly, watching the water overflow the edge of the pool, listening to the gurgling sound.

Ryoko came over; she had washed away her makeup, revealing a pure and innocent look. She reached out and pulled me up, drying me off. I carried her back to the room and laid her down on the thick mattress. I began to scrutinize her closely. I hadn't looked at her closely before, partly because I hadn't had time, and partly because I had no interest in women who painted their faces white; such women seemed to wear masks, lacking any sense of reality.

She was about 20 years old, with fairly delicate features. Her eyes weren't large, but thankfully, her nose wasn't the traditional low-bridged Japanese nose. What was commendable was her set of perfectly white and even teeth; I even wondered if she was born with them.

Her skin was fair and extremely smooth. She was probably only 1.60 meters tall, with a good figure—slightly plump or rather, a little full-figured, but also well-proportioned. Her breasts were nothing special, typical Eastern, except that her nipples and areolas were small, a pleasing deep rose-red color. Her abdomen was flat, and her pelvis was wide, exactly the size I preferred.

Her mons pubis was prominent, covered with pubic hair as black as her head, which even shimmered faintly in the dim light. Her thighs were a bit thick, but her calves were quite delicate, and with her equally delicate feet, she was still quite charming. It was just a pity that such beautiful feet, even when lying down, were still turned inwards in a pigeon-toed position.

Seeing me scrutinizing her closely, Ryoko seemed a little embarrassed, mumbled something, and then rolled over, revealing her two full, white buttocks. I reached out and grabbed one; it felt firm and very elastic, so I began to caress those lovely buttocks. She quickly responded, gently wiggling her buttocks. As I parted her buttocks to explore her anus, she rolled over and sat up, wrapping her arms around my neck and asking for a kiss. We kissed deeply, and at the same time, I began to tease her vulva. She also grabbed my penis and stroked it, and soon her opening was incredibly wet.

I don't know where she produced a condom from, but she deftly put it on my penis. We were still sitting face to face. Ryoko spread her legs and placed them on my lap, guiding my penis to the entrance. With a thrust, I inserted halfway in. She let out an "Ah," a Japanese word that sounded completely familiar to me. She then arched her back, her warm, moist vagina, dripping with saliva, almost completely swallowing my hot, hard penis.

After a few tentative attempts, we quickly found our rhythm. When I withdrew, Ryoko would pull back; and when I thrust forward, she would quickly meet me. Our movements were small, yet we achieved a full in-and-out effect. The sounds of our bodies colliding grew more frequent as our movements quickened. Ryoko, aside from the occasional Japanese phrase, kept moaning "Oh, ah, aiya," looking very much enjoying herself.

After ten minutes of this, I started to feel a bit tired. I lay back, and Ryoko obediently knelt down, her greedy mouth never letting go of my penis. After adjusting our positions, Ryoko knelt on top of me, her hips swaying wildly as she thrust in and out. I enjoyed it, occasionally thrusting upwards to stimulate her into a "whoosh," her vagina gripping my penis tightly, which felt incredibly good.

After about ten minutes of this, she began to twist and grind her hips, a unique and alluring motion. Only then did I realize her juices had soaked my genitals, the slippery friction incredibly pleasurable. Suddenly, Ryoko convulsed, her vagina tightly gripping my penis, and with a "yah," gushes of hot vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans, almost making me ejaculate.

Ryoko collapsed onto me, but her vagina still contracted weakly. I flipped her onto the mat, mounted her, and thrust all the way in. Ryoko cried out "Ouch!" and I began a rapid, intense assault. I knew I hadn't had sex in days and wouldn't last long this round; only by ejaculating first could I properly enjoy this Japanese woman. Since the little devil was treating, why not? Besides, those Japanese devils abused so many of our sisters and compatriots back then. Even if it's just to avenge them, I have to fuck this Ryoko hard.

After three minutes of deep, uninterrupted fucking, as Ryoko's moans grew louder and louder, and her vagina gripped my glans again, I released all the pent-up desire I'd accumulated over the past few days.

I lay on my side next to Ryoko, feeling completely relaxed, and reached out to rub her tiny nipples. A little while later, Ryoko got up, picked up the condom that had come off, and stared wide-eyed at the amount of semen inside. She mumbled a few words, kissed me, and gestured

for me to go to the bathroom with her. She used a small bucket to scoop water from the bathtub to wash my genitals, which were covered in my semen and vaginal fluid, before washing herself. Watching her masturbation-like movements, my penis hardened again. After washing, Ryoko looked up and saw my penis throbbing against her face. She couldn't help but let out a soft cry and opened her mouth to suck on my glans.

Ryoko's oral skills were quite good; she would sometimes suck hard and sometimes lick slowly, while her hands caressed my buttocks at the same time. I felt extremely comfortable and signaled for her to go back to the room to continue.

I lay comfortably on the mattress, and Ryoko knelt beside me and continued to give me oral sex. Although she never fully took my 18-centimeter-long penis into her mouth, with her constant licking, sucking, and stroking, the penis had already bulged with tortuous veins. After 10 minutes, Ryoko gave up oral sex, lay down, and gestured for me to fuck her, but for some reason, she forgot to use a condom. I hesitated for a moment, then straddled her right leg, raised her left leg high, and aimed at her dripping vagina, inserting only the head of my penis, and then slowly moving in and out in small movements.

She moved her buttocks, trying to accommodate more of my penis, but I was sitting on her lap, restricting her movements. She needed me to penetrate deeper and harder, but I deliberately took my time, only lightly touching her. Her breathing quickened, her whole body writhed restlessly, and she moaned softly, as if begging me for pleasure.

I remained unmoved, watching as her labia slowly sank in under the pressure of my glans, then suddenly sprang out to engulf my penis; then, as if reluctant to let go, they stretched as my penis withdrew, finally retracting from my glans, leaving behind glistening strands… Suddenly, I noticed her clitoris begin to swell, eventually becoming as thick as my middle finger and nearly 2 centimeters long, a bright red and glistening—the only large clitoris I had ever seen.

I curiously touched it, and Ryoko trembled, letting out a loud "Ah!" So I began to knead this fleshy little thing, and Ryoko trembled all over, screaming unrestrainedly, while simultaneously spurting out streams of vaginal fluid. After a while, she convulsed and went limp.

I lowered Ryoko's limp left leg, climbed up, and thrust all the way in. At this moment, her vaginal cavity was still contracting in waves, and my penis felt very comfortable, so I quietly enjoyed this gentle squeezing.

After a while, Ryoko completely relaxed, and I began to thrust vigorously. As I attacked, she gradually regained her energy, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me passionately. Seeing this, I inserted only half of my penis, rubbing the shaft against her clitoris. After about twenty or thirty thrusts, she started moaning loudly again, clinging to me like an octopus.

I rubbed her clitoris for a while, then thrust hard again, and after only three or four rounds, I felt her gushing fluids, followed by her going limp again. I resumed a slow rhythm, lowering my head to alternately suckle her lovely nipples. Soon, those two little cherries were hard, and Ryoko recovered and spoke to me eagerly. Since I couldn't understand her, I didn't care. I lifted her legs and pressed them against her body, beginning another round of thrusting.

I varied the pressure and speed, sometimes stimulating her clitoris with the shaft, sometimes grinding against her clitoris. Ryoko's moans grew louder and louder, from "Mmm...ah...ah..." to "Oh...ouch..." Suddenly, she convulsed, clinging tightly to me. Hot, sticky love juices spurted against my glans as her vaginal muscles gripped my shaft tightly once more. I ejaculated my own hot semen into her, collapsing exhausted onto her limp body. I groggily glanced at my watch; it was 2:15. I cuddled her soft body and fell asleep.

In my hazy state, I felt Ryoko turn over, and then a pair of gentle lips kissed me. I opened my eyes to find her resting on my right arm, her eyes closed, kissing me greedily. Her body was pressed against mine, her soft breasts against my chest, her left arm around my shoulder, her left leg on my hip. My penis, which always hardened when I woke, could feel her soft pubic hair. So I wrapped my arms around her waist and thrust into her warm, secret place.

Perhaps the position was wrong, because the attack missed. Ryoko opened her eyes, saw me looking at her, and couldn't help but smile. She said "Good morning" and slightly shifted her body so that her opening was directly in front of my glans. I thrust forward again, and this time I easily entered her warm, moist vagina.

We held each other tightly, slowly thrusting and rubbing, enjoying the morning pleasure. Gradually, Ryoko's breathing began to quicken, and she held me even tighter, murmuring softly. I knew she was aroused, so I lifted her left leg and began thrusting, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow. Ryoko made different sounds depending on the speed and depth of my penetration. When I felt her clitoris fully erect again, she was already singing loudly without restraint.

I adjusted my position so that each thrust grazed her sensitive clitoris, and occasionally thrust deeply into her core. This made Ryoko's voice even higher, her vaginal cavity contracting repeatedly, sometimes gripping my glans and sucking desperately. It felt amazing. Whenever this happened, I would stop thrusting and only gently rock my hips to stimulate her clitoris, thus fully enjoying the pleasure of our union.

After Ryoko ejaculated twice, I grabbed a pillow and placed it under her buttocks, starting my final thrust from above. I spread her legs as wide as possible and penetrated her as deeply as possible, my engorged penis sliding along the slippery path, causing the glans to strike her smooth clitoris. Ryoko's initial moans had subsided. I saw her head shaking rapidly, causing her long black hair to sway back and forth. Her mouth was wide open but silent, her hands gripping the mattress tightly, her legs kicking weakly at the air.

As Ryoko released another thin stream of vaginal fluid, my glans pressed against her clitoris, ejaculating streams of hot semen. Her whole body convulsed again, her vagina gripping my penis tightly… I lazily lay on top of her, glancing at my watch; it was 6:30.

Around 7:00, Ryoko struggled to get up, and we went to the bathroom to wash up. As she cleaned my genitals, my penis stubbornly rose again. Ryoko looked up and let out a helpless "Oh," followed by a long string of "uh-huhs." Still clueless, I could only shrug and spread my hands. As for her interpretation, there was nothing I could do, or I couldn't understand it anyway, so I just let it be.

Ryoko smiled, kissed my glans, and turned to clean herself. I soaked in the bathtub, the warm spring water soothing me, very comfortable, but looking at her snow-white, smooth skin made my penis even more aroused. Only then, feeling hungry, did I suppress my burgeoning desire.

I saw her take out her makeup bag, so I jumped out of the bathtub and went over to her. Ryoko seemed surprised and came over to dry me off. I gestured for her not to put on makeup, but Ryoko looked completely bewildered. I pulled her back to the room and wrote on a piece of paper, 'Yesterday, bad! I didn't like it! Today, good! I like it!' Then I gestured, trying to make her understand. Ryoko seemed to understand what I meant, but she seemed a little hesitant. She looked at me thoughtfully for a while, then nodded vigorously and went back to the bathroom to put on makeup. I was disappointed; it seemed that the language barrier was a real problem.

After a while, Ryoko came out of the bathroom. She had already styled her hair and applied very light makeup, just a light touch, instead of making her face look like a white blob. I was glad she respected my opinion, so I went over and hugged her, kissing her shoulder. She carefully cupped my face and gently kissed it, then picked up the kimono and dressed me. After picking up the loincloth, she hesitated for a moment, looked at my lower body, smiled, and let the tattered cloth slide to the ground. Then she gestured for me to sit down, and she knelt on the floor to put on my socks.

I looked at her trembling breasts, and my penis unexpectedly became erect again. She chuckled and gently tapped the head of my penis, then told me to stand up and she fastened my obi (sash). She took a few steps back, looked me over, nodded with satisfaction, and winked at me before starting to tidy herself up. She wasn't wearing underwear either, and before fastening her obi, she deliberately opened her kimono to show me her fair and delicate body.

I saw Xiao Hou coming out of the next room in the hallway. The woman accompanying him immediately started whispering with Ryoko. Xiao Hou pulled me a few steps closer and said, "Are you crazy?! You're keeping me up at night." I looked at him, puzzled. He continued, "You made her scream like a banshee. I could hear it all. Most of the people living here probably heard it too. Why are you doing this to yourself?" Only then did I realize something was wrong. But then I thought, what's done is done! So I innocently said, "What could I do? You expect me to watch her? Besides, I was just standing up for us Chinese. This Japanese woman couldn't take it!" Xiao Hou laughed and punched me lightly.

When we entered the restaurant, everyone was already there. But everyone seemed to stare at me as if they didn't recognize me, especially the women, who looked like they wanted to devour me. President Hisashiri suddenly stood up and came over, patting my shoulder and saying something with a smile. All the women present, except Ryoko, covered their mouths and giggled. Nakagawa and Nakajima laughed so hard they were doubled over, and Lao Pan and the others joined in the silly laughter. Only Ryoko awkwardly lowered her head.

I looked at Xiao Hou, puzzled. Xiao Hou whispered to me, "He's saying you're amazing, a real... the most womanizing man. It seems Ryoko's a bit out of commission. He's asking if you want to add one or two more women to keep you company tonight." I was both amused and exasperated, and could only say, "Thank you, Ryoko is great, very good. She's enough. She's a good woman, I like her! It's just that it seems like none of you have tried hard enough. Let's all try harder!" After Xiao Hou translated, Hisashiri and the others burst into laughter, and the women also abandoned all decorum and laughed heartily. Only Ryoko suppressed her laughter and gave me a grateful look. Hisajiri returned to her seat, laughing through tears, and the atmosphere immediately became harmonious. At breakfast, everyone sat in pairs, chatting and joking like husband and wife, with Ryoko showing me particular care. However, when Kanemi, who accompanied Xiao Hou, brought me three oysters, it caused another burst of laughter, and Nakagawa even spat out his miso soup.

After the meal, once the women had all left, Hisajiri gave a long, serious speech, essentially thanking us for coming and expressing her hope to close the deal—after all, it was a nearly four million dollar transaction! Team Leader Pan, on our behalf, expressed gratitude and said the inspection had been very fruitful, and a final agreement was very likely, among other official platitudes. After everyone sat upright and chatted for over an hour, Hisajiri suggested we go for a walk and enjoy the nearby scenery.

We slipped on our wooden clogs at the foot of the steps and strolled out of the hostel's wooden door with a clattering sound. A winding country road, paved with gravel, snaked along the valley, passing in front of the door and curving upwards. The cheerful sound of a stream flowing from the valley floor drifted in, occasionally mingled with the chirping of magpies, creating an extremely tranquil atmosphere. Looking up, I noticed some of the leaves on the mountainside were already turning red; I guessed they were maple leaves. A gentle mountain breeze rustled through the treetops.

We bypassed the hostel and slowly walked uphill along a path. I observed the plants and animals along the way with great interest, gradually distancing myself from the others. Occasionally, there were stone benches along the path; I wondered who was fortunate enough to stroll and rest in such a tranquil and secluded place every day. I heard the sound of flowing water to my left again, so I found a barely visible path and headed towards the sound, with Ryoko close behind.

Fortunately, the vegetation wasn't very dense, but the moss on the stones was slippery, requiring great caution. Having never worn wooden clogs before, this made things even more difficult. Just as we emerged from this mixed forest, a small waterfall, about 10 meters high, cascaded down a rock face. Perhaps because it was autumn, the water flowed gently, leaping merrily into a small pool below, making a pleasant 'tinkling' sound. The uniquely fresh mountain air was intoxicating, and I couldn't help but lean against a leaning tree trunk, captivated by this pristine and serene world.

After a while, I realized that Ryoko had snuggled up to me, her head resting on my shoulder, her slightly open neckline revealing her erect breasts. The faint scent of oil from her hair stirred a renewed lust within me.

I pulled Ryoko close and kissed her cool lips, kneading her breasts through her kimono. Slowly, Ryoko wrapped her arms around my neck, her tongue darting into my mouth in a passionate kiss. I felt her nipples were fully erect.

I had her stand with her legs spread beside the large, leaning tree, her hands bracing against the trunk. I lifted the hem of her kimono, rolling it up to her back. Since she wasn't wearing underwear, her round buttocks were exposed. I touched her genitals and found them soaking wet. I opened her kimono again, swirling my erect penis around her overflowing opening a few times before thrusting in all the way. Ryoko groaned softly, her vaginal muscles contracting rhythmically around my penis.

I continued to thrust slowly.

A gentle breeze ruffled Ryoko's hair, the rustling of leaves mingling with the tinkling of water to create a soothing melody. I thrust in and out at a leisurely pace to this gentle rhythm, the natural melody enhanced by the crisp sounds of flesh colliding. Ryoko seemed to resonate with this natural beat, rhythmically swaying her hips in sync with my movements.

At that moment, I suddenly understood why some people crave and revel in "outdoor sex"—this feeling of oneness with nature is something only those who have experienced it can truly understand. It's a quiet, peaceful yet thrilling experience of emotion, psychology, and body; a life without such an experience would be a great loss.

The wind seemed to change direction, carrying wisps of mist from the rock face, refreshing and cool against my naked body. I couldn't help but quicken my thrusts. Ryoko, unable to support herself any longer, leaned against the tree trunk. I began a relentless assault, kneading her fleshy hips with both hands. I could feel her vaginal fluids smearing her buttocks, and my lower body and abdomen were covered in this sticky substance, chilled by the wind.

The sounds of the wind, the rustling of leaves, and the tinkling of water seemed to quicken with the rhythm of our intense physical collisions. Suddenly, with a cry of "Ah!" from Ryoko, her vaginal cavity contracted sharply, and streams of heat hit my glans, almost causing me to ejaculate. I stopped thrusting, penetrating deeply into Ryoko, listening to her moans and enjoying the pleasure of her clitoris sucking on me.

After a while, Ryoko relaxed, and I began to slowly thrust again. Ryoko turned her head and said something to me, then giggled. Seeing how incredibly horny this woman was, I began to tease her anus while thrusting.

Ryoko tensed up; her grip on my penis was so tight that I could tell she was very nervous. She turned back to me, her face flushed with anxiety, and spoke rapidly. Although I couldn't understand her, I could tell she was against me trying to penetrate her from behind. Fortunately, I didn't necessarily want to do that at the moment, so I focused on attacking Ryoko's clitoris. After more than 300 thrusts, sometimes deep, sometimes shallow, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, I ejaculated inside her. I felt her orgasm twice during the process, and by the time I ejaculated, she was limp against the tree trunk.

I rested for a while, drenched in sweat, on Ryoko's back. Then, Ryoko took out some tissues to quickly wipe us down, straightened her clothes, and laboriously returned to the path, walking down the gravel trail. Ryoko stayed close to me the whole way. By the time we returned to the hostel, it was already midnight.

Everyone was already gathered in the restaurant waiting for us. We apologized profusely, quickly washed our hands, and sat down. The atmosphere at the gathering grew even more lively. As pots of sake were poured down people's throats, the men laughed and talked loudly, while the women giggled and struck seductive poses. Men and women mingled together, occasionally bursting into wicked laughter, until nearly 2 PM when the gathering finally ended.

Ryoko and I returned to our room and immediately embraced, collapsing into the hot spring bath to wash away the grime. After being washed and soaked in the hot spring water, the effects of the sake gradually dissipated, and I miraculously regained my strength. Then, I comfortably cuddled Ryoko's smooth, alabaster-like body and fell asleep.

When I awoke, it was already 4 PM. Under the thin blanket, Ryoko's warm, smooth body nestled in my arms, exuding a faint yet incredibly alluring fragrance. I'm the kind of person whose penis is always rock hard after waking up, so how could I resist holding such a warm and fragrant woman in my arms? I began to pinch and rub her nipples.

Ryoko quickly began to moan softly. She was a woman with a strong sex drive, and as I caressed her, she pressed her body tightly against mine, her slightly trembling body revealing her desire.

I rolled over, preparing to insert my hot, hard penis into her already wet opening, but Ryoko seemed to suddenly remember something, letting out an "oh" to indicate that I should wait a moment, before getting up and going to the bathroom.

I assumed she was going to relieve herself, but she didn't return for a long time, and instead, I heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.

After a long while, Ryoko returned, knelt down, and began to suck on my penis. I lay on the mattress, enjoying the pleasure of Ryoko's oral sex. Sometimes she gently nibbled at the glans, sometimes she sucked on my testicles, and sometimes she licked the shaft back and forth, gently yet stimulatingly. Ryoko's oral skills were quite good; she must have put in a lot of effort. As I enjoyed myself, I played with Ryoko's vulva, pinching and rubbing her swollen clitoris. After a few strokes, she ejaculated a gush of hot fluid.

Ryoko shifted her body to avoid my hand, reached for a small bottle, and smeared some cool, slippery stuff on my penis. Before I could understand why, she knelt before me, her back arched, her white buttocks raised, her hands gripping her pink buttocks, revealing her light brown anus.

She clearly wanted me to anally penetrate her! My penis immediately hardened further.

I extended a finger to probe her slightly twitching anus, and surprisingly found it very slippery. I suddenly realized she had given me an enema and applied lubricant; she must have thought I had this hobby and carefully prepared herself while on the mountain. What a… good woman! I positioned myself against her beautiful back entrance, the head of my penis against the opening, and gently massaged the area around her anus with my fingers to relax the muscles. Slowly and steadily, I forced my penis in, forcing it open her anus. I noticed Ryoko's body trembling slightly; the moment my penis entered, it was gripped tightly by her sphincter.

I continued to slowly and firmly insert about halfway, finding no resistance. It seemed Ryoko was well-prepared, so I thrust my hips forward, penetrating completely.

Ryoko let out an "oh" and said something. I didn't care about that and began thrusting.

The feeling of her sphincter scraping against my anus was wonderful, and I couldn't help but increase the speed and amplitude of my movements. Later, it was the same as fucking her front: pulling out completely and penetrating all the way in. Especially when pulling out, her anus lingered on the glans, stretching as my penis withdrew, until it could no longer hold and suddenly retracted with a "pop" sound. When inserting, once the glans broke through the resistance of her sphincter, she would let out a low "hmm," which was extremely interesting.

As the "pop and hmm" sounds gradually became more frequent, Ryoko's body gradually went limp, and finally she lay relaxed on the mat.

I got up, flipped Ryoko over, then spread her legs and lifted them high, inserting my engorged penis back into her still wide-open anus. I don't know what ingredients the stuff this woman smeared on my penis contained, but I felt as if it were about to burst, and only constant thrusting could alleviate this feeling. I continued to thrust rapidly, and she started moaning again.

I noticed that her large clitoris was now bright red and protruding, her vaginal discharge covering her genitals, and her once fluffy pubic hair was now clinging tightly to her mons pubis, making the clitoris even more prominent. What was even more interesting was that the clitoris was trembling slightly from time to time. I supported her buttocks with my elbow, rubbed her lovely clitoris with my left hand, and probed into her vagina with my right hand, finding that I could clearly feel the movement of my penis inside her rectum.

Perhaps due to my rubbing or probing inside her vagina, Ryoko cried out without restraint. I didn't care what others would think, and just kept thrusting, rubbing, and probing harder. Her vaginal fluid flowed out with my fingers, amplifying the crisp sounds of our bodies colliding.

After more than 200 thrusts, I felt my lower back getting tired. So I positioned Ryoko on her left side, hoisted her right leg onto my shoulder, and straddled her left leg. Her wide-open anus easily accommodated my raging penis, and a new round of thrusting began.

After another 300 thrusts, Ryoko stopped crying out, only making low, muffled "oh oh" sounds when I thrust forcefully.

By this time, I was certain that the ointment she had applied to my penis contained aphrodisiac ingredients, because even after an hour and a half of fucking her, my penis was still as hard as ever, and it even had a hot, burning sensation. Only by constantly thrusting into her vagina could I soothe my raging penis. But Ryoko's anus was completely loose by then, making it less interesting. So I pulled out my penis and inserted it into her vagina.

Ryoko made "oh oh" sounds again as I ground against her clitoris. I noticed her anus was still wide open, almost frightening to look at. I tried it, and I could almost shove my left fist inside!

I straightened my back and began to thrust repeatedly. Ryoko quickly had another orgasm, but this time her grip wasn't tight enough, and only a small amount of very thin vaginal fluid came out. After that, Ryoko kept muttering something I couldn't understand, and then she made a pitiful face, probably wanting me to stop. But at this point, I just wanted to release, so I continued to thrust.

After more than a hundred thrusts, Ryoko stopped moaning, the thighs on my shoulders slumped, and there was no more vaginal fluid flowing out. The friction from my penis going in and out increased, which was very satisfying and relieved.

After a dozen or so thrusts, I realized Ryoko seemed dead; her whole body was relaxed, almost every muscle trembling with each movement. I quickly stopped and gently patted her cheek.

Suddenly, a giggling sound came from beside me, startling me. Turning around, I saw it was the woman named Kanemi. She was muttering to herself, and noticing my blank stare, she threw off her half-covered kimono, lay down on the mat next to me, and spread her legs wide.

Anyone could understand her position! I immediately lunged forward and thrust into her hairy target, right in

the center. Unexpectedly, it went all the way through! She was already overflowing with desire. At

that moment, I couldn't care less about anything else; I just wanted to charge in, so I thrust repeatedly, straight, left, and right, relentlessly attacking.

Under my powerful and rapid thrusts, Kenmei quickly reached orgasm. The groans suppressed in her throat were gradually replaced by soft moans of "oh, ah, ai, oh," and with the tension in her body, she let out loud "ah ah" sounds in rhythm with my thrusts.

I don't know how much time passed, but after several tense moments, Kenmei's body relaxed completely, just like Ryoko's. Her soft breasts trembled with my thrusts, and occasionally a few indistinct words escaped from her throat.

When I ejaculated inside Kenmei's vagina, she seemed to tremble slightly.

I vaguely felt that Kenmei was even more resistant than Ryoko, and then I fell asleep on top of her. I usually check the time before going to sleep, but this was one of the few times I fell asleep without checking the time.

I woke up because Ryoko kissed my ear, and Kenmei had already gone back to Xiao Hou's place.

I felt like my whole body was falling apart, aching and weak all over. Even my usually assertive little brother only made a token effort to stand up before returning to normal.

Today I'm heading back to Nagoya and then to Osaka, and tomorrow I'll go home.

Ryoko helped me wash up, and while she did, she couldn't help but touch and rub me, but I simply didn't have the strength for any real sex. Ryoko didn't seem to be in much better shape either; her vulva and anus were a little red and swollen, and her legs swayed slightly when she walked, though thankfully her wooden clogs made it less noticeable.

On the Air China flight, I reminisced about Ryoko's slightly plump body and her delicate calves and feet, but I couldn't quite recall anything about Kanemi's body. Sex is something you can't do without, but too much of it is really harmful.

When we parted at the Capital Airport, Xiao Hou asked me out of the blue, "Your wife didn't divorce you? That's strange!" (The End)

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