My first sexual experience with a foreign woman.

(I)
In the autumn of 1985, I accompanied a delegation from a large domestic enterprise on a visit to Japan to inspect equipment to be imported.
For the first half of our trip in Japan, we visited ten large and medium-sized enterprises, including Mitsubishi, Nippon Steel, Nippon Steel, and Ishikawa-Harima Heavy Industries, covering almost half of Japan – a truly hectic schedule. Add to that the preparation before each visit, the exchanges during the visits, the endless banquets and 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 the 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 carried my suitcase to my room.
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 opposite was a low cabinet with a television set.
I sat down on the sofa. The woman put my suitcase in the corner and knelt down 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 anything she said except for "please take care of me."
She continued speaking slowly and deliberately, seemingly introducing herself. I took out a pen, and she immediately went to the drawer under the TV and brought out 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 continued writing "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 to the door suspiciously and found a rather spacious bathroom inside. A stone wall led to a stone pool, overflowing with hot water that flowed out through a stone trough. Could this be a hot spring? Along another wall decorated with dark tiles, modern sanitary facilities such as a mirror, washbasin, and toilet were all present.
I pointed to the pool and asked her, "Hot spring?" She dipped her finger in 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," but her pronunciation was off, 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 was soaking comfortably in the very hot spring water, Ryoko quietly walked in, carrying a kimono. I immediately covered my lower body with a towel and closed my eyes, pretending 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 made 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 understanding 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 chuckling 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. She touched up her makeup and led me to the dining room; it was exactly 7:30.
Needless to say, there was another round of pleasantries before we were finally seated, guests and hosts alike. The 'casual meal' was quite lavish, with nine women performing Japanese dances. I honestly couldn't appreciate it, but Yamada and the other two seemed completely captivated, so their dancing skills must have been quite good.
Amidst the clinking of glasses and the rising volume of drinks, the voices involuntarily grew louder. Yamada, drinking sake, laughed loudly, and judging from the women's occasional embarrassed expressions, the 'mixies' were definitely being served. Ryoko sat beside me, pouring drinks and serving food, often whispering in my ear, and later simply snuggling into my arms, her face flushed from the alcohol, 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. Ryoko helped me, or rather, we helped each other back to the room. She took out the bedding from the closet and spread it out. 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, and then focused on the parts we were most interested in. My left arm was around her waist, and my right palm was on her mons pubis. My index and ring fingers parted her labia, and my middle finger wandered around the entrance, feeling the slippery texture. She turned halfway, her right arm around my neck, and her left hand played with my penis. As my fingers moved faster, she also increased the frequency of her movements. Finally, she turned over and stood up, muttering something, and went to the washbasin to remove her makeup.
I continued soaking in the hot spring bath. The water seemed different; I felt revitalized. The fatigue from the past two weeks of travel vanished, and the alcohol I'd just drunk seemed to dissipate through every pore. I lay there 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 took her back to the room and laid her down on the thick mattress. I began to scrutinize her. I hadn't looked at her closely before, partly because I hadn't had time, and partly because I had no interest in women with heavily painted faces—they seemed to wear masks, lacking any sense of authenticity. She
was about 20 years old, with fairly delicate features. Her eyes weren't large, but thankfully, her nose wasn't the traditionally low Japanese nose. What was truly admirable was her set of perfectly white teeth; I even wondered if they were natural.
Her skin was fair and extremely delicate. She was probably only 1.60 meters tall, with a great figure—slightly plump or rather, a little full-figured, but definitely curvaceous. Her breasts were nothing special, typical Eastern type, except the nipples and areolas were small, a pleasing deep rose-red color. Her abdomen was flat, and her pelvis was wide, exactly the size I liked.
Her mons pubis was prominent, covered with pubic hair as black as her hair, 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 quite charming. It was just a pity that such beautiful feet were still turned inwards even when she was lying down.
Seeing me scrutinizing her, Ryoko seemed a little embarrassed, mumbled something, and then rolled over, revealing two full, white buttocks. I reached out and grabbed one; it felt firm and very elastic, so I began to caress those lovely buttocks with both hands. She responded quickly, gently wiggling her hips. As I parted her buttocks to explore her anus, she sat up, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. We kissed deeply, and at the same time, I began to tease her vulva. She grasped my penis and stroked it, and soon her opening was wet and sticky.
I don't know where she produced a condom, but she deftly put it on my penis. We were still sitting facing each other. Ryoko spread her legs and placed them on my lap, guiding my penis to the entrance. I thrust forward and inserted halfway in. She let out an "Ah," a Japanese word that sounded completely familiar to me. She then arched her hips forward, and her warm, wet, drooling vagina almost completely swallowed my hot, erect penis.
After a few tentative attempts and adjustments, we quickly mastered the rhythm of our movements. When I withdrew, Ryoko would also retreat; and when I thrust forward, she would quickly meet me. Our movements were small, yet we achieved a full-on-all effect. The sounds of our bodies colliding became more frequent as our movements quickened. Ryoko, aside from occasionally uttering a few words in Japanese, constantly moaned "Oh, ah, aiya," appearing to be thoroughly enjoying herself. After
ten minutes of this thrusting, I began to feel somewhat strained. I lay back on my back, and Ryoko obediently knelt up, her greedy lower mouth never letting go of my penis. After adjusting our position, Ryoko knelt on top of me, bobbing her hips and thrusting vigorously. I enjoyed this, occasionally thrusting upwards to stimulate her into a "whoosh," her vagina clamping down hard on my penis, which felt very good.
After about ten minutes of this, she switched to twisting her waist and grinding, which had a unique charm. Only then did I realize that her vaginal fluid had soaked my lower body, the slippery friction being very interesting. Suddenly, Ryoko convulsed, her vaginal cavity tightly gripping my penis. With a cry of "Ah!", gushes of hot vaginal fluid sprayed onto my glans, almost making me ejaculate.
Ryoko collapsed onto me, but her vaginal cavity 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 tasted love for days and wouldn't last long this round. Only by ejaculating first could I properly enjoy this Japanese woman. Since the Japanese devils were treating, why not? Besides, how many of our sisters and compatriots had those Japanese devils violated back then? Even if it was to avenge them, I had to fuck this Ryoko hard.
After three minutes of deep, relentless thrusting, as Ryoko's moans grew louder and louder, and her vagina gripped my glans once more, I released all the pent-up desire I had 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 moment later, Ryoko got up, picked up the condom that had come off, and exclaimed in exaggerated surprise at the amount of semen inside. After muttering a few words, she kissed me and gestured for me to go to the bathroom.
She used a small bucket to scoop water from the bathtub to wash my genitals, which were covered in semen and vaginal fluid, before washing herself. Watching her actions, which resembled masturbation, my penis hardened again. After washing, Ryoko looked up and saw my erect penis right in front of her face. She let out a soft cry and opened her mouth to suck on my glans.
Ryoko's oral skills were quite good; she alternated between forceful sucking and slow licking, while her hands caressed my buttocks. I felt incredibly good and gestured for her to return to the room to continue.
I lay comfortably on the mattress, and Ryoko knelt beside me, continuing to perform oral sex. Although she never fully took my 18-centimeter-long penis into her mouth, her relentless licking, sucking, and stroking had caused my shaft to bulge with veins. Ten minutes later, Ryoko gave up on oral sex, lay down, and gestured for me to fuck her, but for some reason, she forgot to use a condom. After a slight hesitation, I straddled her right leg, raised her left leg high, and inserted only the head of my penis into her wet opening, then slowly moved in and out in small, gentle
motions. She wiggled her hips, trying to accommodate more of my penis, but I sat on her lap, restricting her movements. She needed me to penetrate deeper and harder, but I deliberately took my time, only lightly tasting it. Her breathing quickened, her whole body twisted restlessly, and she made soft moans, as if begging me for pleasure.
I remained unmoved, looking down as her labia slowly sank in under the pressure of the glans, then suddenly sprang out to engulf the inserted penis; then, as if reluctant to let go, they stretched as the penis withdrew, finally retracting from the glans and pulling out glistening strands... Suddenly, I noticed that her clitoris began to swell, eventually becoming as thick as my middle finger and nearly 2 centimeters long, shining bright red. This was the only large clitoris I had ever seen.
Curious, I touched it, and Ryoko trembled, letting out a loud "Ah!" So I began to knead this little fleshy thing. Ryoko trembled all over, screaming unrestrainedly, while simultaneously gushing out streams of vaginal fluid. A moment later, after a spasm, she went limp.
I lowered Ryoko's limp left leg, leaped up, and thrust all the way in. Her vaginal cavity was still contracting in waves, and my penis felt incredibly comfortable, quietly enjoying the gentle pressure.
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 only inserted my penis halfway, rubbing the shaft against her clitoris. After about twenty or thirty thrusts, she began to moan loudly again, clinging to me like an octopus.
And so it went, I rubbed her clitoris for a while, then thrust hard again. After only three or four rounds, I felt her vaginal fluid gush out again, followed by limpness. I resumed a slow rhythm, lowering my head to alternately suckle her lovely nipples. Soon, her nipples were hard, and Ryoko, having recovered, spoke to me eagerly. Since I couldn't understand her, I didn't care. I lifted her legs and pressed her down, 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, from "mmm ahh ahh" to "oh ah ouch," and suddenly she convulsed, clinging tightly to me. Hot love juice spurted against my glans as her vaginal canal gripped my penis tightly once more. I ejaculated my hot semen into Ryoko's body, then collapsed wearily onto her limp form. I glanced at my watch, it was 2:15, and fell asleep, embracing her warm body.
In a hazy state, I felt Ryoko turn over in my arms, and then a pair of gentle lips kissed me. I opened my eyes and found her resting on my right arm, her eyes closed, kissing me greedily. Her body was pressed tightly against mine, her soft breasts against my chest, her left arm around my shoulder, and her left leg on my hip. My penis, which always gets hard when I wake up, could already 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 first thrust didn't hit her. Ryoko opened her eyes, saw me looking at her, and couldn't help but smile. She said "Good morning" and slightly twisted her body so that her opening was directly in front of my glans. I thrust again, and this time I entered her moist, warm vagina smoothly.
We held each other tightly, slowly thrusting and rubbing, enjoying the pleasure of the morning. Gradually, Ryoko's breathing began to quicken, she held me even tighter, and murmured softly. I knew she was aroused, so I lifted her left leg and began thrusting in and out, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, sometimes deep. Ryoko made different sounds depending on the speed and depth of my thrusts, and when I felt her clitoris fully erect again, she was singing loudly without restraint.
I adjusted my position so that each thrust grazed her sensitive clitoris, and occasionally I penetrated deeply into her clitoris. This made Ryoko's voice even higher, her vaginal cavity contracting incessantly, sometimes gripping my glans and sucking desperately. It felt amazing, and whenever this happened, I stopped thrusting and only gently rocked 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, the glans striking her smooth clitoris. Ryoko's initial moans had subsided. She shook her head rapidly, her long black hair swaying wildly, her mouth agape without a sound, her hands gripping the mattress tightly, her legs kicking weakly.
When Ryoko ejaculated another thin stream of vaginal fluid, my glans pressed against her clitoris, releasing spurts 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.
(II)
Around 7:00, Ryoko struggled to get up, and we went to the bathroom to wash. As she cleaned my genitals, my penis stubbornly rose again. Ryoko looked up helplessly and let out a "Oh," followed by a long string of "oohs." I still didn't understand, so I just shrugged and spread my hands. Whether she interpreted it that way or I couldn't understand it, I could only let it be.
Ryoko smiled, kissed my glans, and turned to clean herself. I was soaking in the hot spring, the warm water soothing me, feeling incredibly comfortable. But looking at her snow-white, smooth skin made my manhood even more aroused, though my hunger kept me from suppressing my burning desire.
Seeing her take out her makeup bag, I jumped out of the bath and went over to her. Ryoko seemed surprised and came over to dry me. 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, but she looked somewhat hesitant. After looking at me thoughtfully for a while, she nodded vigorously and went back to the bathroom to put on makeup. I was deflated; it seemed the language barrier was a real problem.
After a while, Ryoko came out of the bathroom. She had styled her hair and applied very light makeup, just a subtle touch, not a blanket of white paint on her face. 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 helped me put it on. After picking up the loincloth, she hesitated for a moment, looked at my lower body, smiled, opened her arms, letting the tattered cloth slide to the ground, and then gestured for me to sit down. She knelt on the floor and helped me 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 helped her fasten my obi. She took a few steps back, looked me over, nodded with satisfaction, gave me a flirtatious wink, and began 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 Liangzi. 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...major man who knows how to play with women. Looks like Ryoko's not quite there anymore. 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. Hisashiri returned to her seat laughing through her tears, and the atmosphere immediately became harmonious. At breakfast, everyone sat in pairs, chatting and joking like husband and wife. Ryoko was especially caring towards me. However, when Kanemi, who accompanied Kogo, brought me three oysters, it caused everyone to burst into laughter again, and Nakagawa spat out the miso soup in his mouth.
After the meal, the women all left, and Hisajiri gave a long, formal speech, essentially thanking us for coming and expressing her hope to close the deal—after all, it was a business worth nearly four million US dollars! Group 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 sitting upright and chatting for over an hour, Hisajiri suggested we go outside for a walk and enjoy the nearby scenery.
We slipped on our wooden clogs at the steps and strolled out of the hostel's wooden door. A winding country road, paved with gravel, snaked along the valley, passing before us and curving upwards. The sound of a babbling brook flowed from the valley floor, occasionally mingled with the chirping of magpies; the environment was extremely tranquil. Looking up, some of the leaves on the mountainside were already red; I guessed they were maple leaves. A gentle mountain breeze rustled 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 gusts of hot fluid 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 thrust slowly again. Ryoko turned her head and said something to me, then giggled. Seeing how incredibly seductive 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 took our seats. 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 a.m. before finally leaving.
Ryoko and I returned to our room and immediately embraced each other, falling into the hot spring bath to wash away the grime. After being washed and soaked in the hot spring water, the smell of sake gradually dissipated, and I quickly and miraculously regained my strength. Then, I comfortably held Ryoko's smooth, alabaster body and fell asleep.
When I woke up, it was already 4 p.m. Under the thin blanket, Ryoko's warm, smooth body nestled in my arms, exuding a faint but extremely 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 pinched and rubbed 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 insert it firmly and slowly, about halfway in, and found that there was no resistance. It seemed that Ryoko was well prepared. So I lowered my waist and pushed all the way in, until the entire root was inside.
Ryoko let out an "oh" and said something. I didn't care about that and started thrusting.
The feeling of her sphincter scraping against my anus was wonderful, and I couldn't help but increase the speed and range of my movements. Later, it was the same as when I fucked her from the front: when I pulled out, I pulled out completely, and when I thrust in, I penetrated all the way in. Especially when I pulled 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 I thrust in, 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, turned Ryoko over, then spread her legs and lifted them high, inserting my erect penis back into her still wide-open anus. I don't know what ingredients the woman put on my penis, but I felt it was about to burst, and only constant thrusting could alleviate the feeling. I continued to thrust rapidly, and she started moaning in her throat again.
I noticed that her large clitoris was now bright red and protruding, her vaginal fluid from earlier 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 her clitoris was trembling slightly from time to time. I supported her buttocks with my elbow, rubbing her lovely clitoris with my left hand, and probing her vaginal cavity with my right hand, finding that I could clearly feel the movement of my penis in her rectum. Perhaps
because of my rubbing or the probing of my fingers in her vaginal cavity, Ryoko cried out without any restraint. I didn't care what others would think if they heard, and just kept thrusting, rubbing, and probing with more force. Her vaginal fluid flowed out along my fingers, amplifying the crisp sound of our bodies colliding.
After about 200 thrusts, my lower back started to feel tired. 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 screaming and only made low, muffled "oh oh" sounds when I pounded into her.
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, my penis was still as hard as ever, and it even felt hot and burning. Only by constantly thrusting into her vagina could I soothe my raging penis. However, Ryoko's anus was now completely relaxed, and I lost interest in it, so I pulled out my penis and inserted it into her vaginal cavity.
Ryoko let out "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 to shove my left fist inside!
I straightened my back and began to thrust repeatedly. Ryoko quickly climaxed again, 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 my pent-up desire, so I continued to thrust.
After more than a hundred thrusts, Ryoko stopped moaning, the thighs on my shoulders slumped, and her vagina no longer flowed with any fluid. The increased friction as my penis went in and out was very satisfying.
After another ten or so thrusts, I realized that Ryoko seemed to be dead, her whole body relaxed, almost every muscle trembling with each of my movements. I quickly stopped and gently patted her cheek.
Suddenly, I heard a chuckle beside me, which startled me. Turning my head, I saw it was the woman named Kenmei. She was muttering something, and noticing my blank stare, she threw off her half-closed kimono, turned to lie on the mat next to me, and spread her legs wide.
The position was obvious to everyone! I immediately pounced on her, aiming straight for her hairy target and thrusting in.
Unexpectedly, it went all the way through! She was already overflowing with desire.
At that moment, I didn't care about anything else, only wanting to charge in, so I thrust repeatedly, thrusting left and right, relentlessly.
Kenmei quickly reached orgasm under my powerful and rapid thrusts. The groans suppressed in her throat were gradually replaced by soft cries 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 moments of tension and relaxation, Kanemi's body, like Ryoko's, completely collapsed. Her soft breasts trembled with my thrusts, and occasionally a few indistinct words escaped her throat.
When I ejaculated inside Kanemi, she seemed to tremble slightly.
I vaguely felt that Kanemi was even more resistant than Ryoko, and then I fell asleep on top of her. I usually check the time before bed, but this was one of the few times I fell asleep without checking the time.
I woke up because Ryoko was kissing my ear; Kanemi had already gone back to Kou's place.
I felt like my whole body was falling apart, aching and weak all over, and my usually assertive little brother only symbolically raised its head before returning to normal.
Today I was going back to Nagoya and then to Osaka, and tomorrow I would return home.
Ryoko helped me wash up, and during that time she couldn't help but touch and rub my body, but I simply didn't have the strength for any real sex. Ryoko's condition didn't seem much better; her vulva and anus were somewhat red and swollen, and she walked with a slight limp, though thankfully her wooden clogs concealed it.
On the Air China flight, I reminisced about Ryoko's slightly plump body, her delicate calves, and her slender feet, but I couldn't quite recall any clear image of Kenmi's figure. Sex is something you can't do without, but excess is truly 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."

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