Japanese women with children

I love to wander around after lunch. Women, in groups of three or five, or alone, are everywhere, almost within reach.

That Thursday afternoon, I sat on a stone bench in front of a convenience store, licking an ice cream, watching a woman pushing a stroller, seemingly waiting for something.

She was around thirty, about five feet five inches tall, with single eyelids, and her nose and lips were typical of Japanese women—not beautiful, but she had a special charm when she stood in front of people.

She occasionally glanced back at me, and it wasn't my imagination; I'm quite experienced with the body language of a resentful woman.

Things progressed quite smoothly. When I knelt down to play with her baby in the stroller, when I wiped her calves with the back of my hand, and she covered her mouth and laughed…

after exchanging a few random words in English, I went home with her.

Before I could even push the baby into the house, she had already clung tightly to my neck and slammed me against the dining table in the living room. I took her wet tongue into my mouth, and she, without any hesitation, touched my glans and testicles through my pants with her hand… I desperately sucked on her saliva, while simultaneously flipping up her V-neck sweater and pushing up her white bra…

her nipples.

Her breasts weren't large, but they were firm and perky, soft and warm in my palm, like two small, fleshy sachets.

My penis was rubbed until it was hard and taut, and the Japanese woman seemed to understand it was time to release it—belt, waistband, zipper, briefs, she ripped them off one by one, until finally, the entire throbbing, veiny penis lay naked on two fingers of her left hand—her thumb and ring finger. Her two fingertips massaged in circles from the glans and urethra to the coronal sulcus, to the base of the penis, to the shaft and scrotum, sometimes quickly, sometimes like practicing Tai Chi, dragging and turning, teasing me until I almost cried out.

Savoring her sweet saliva, my mouth slid down to her full breasts, first squeezing her hardened nipples with my lips, then biting, grinding, and nibbling with my teeth, followed by teasing with my tongue… Her breathing grew increasingly labored, she moaned “Ah—ah—ah—ah,” her slender waist swaying and twisting… Suddenly the phone rang, my serpentine inquiry abruptly halting. I looked at her; she calmly patted my shoulder, seemingly used to it, and turned to answer the phone… I then moved to her navel, lower abdomen, pubic hair…

A primal, perfume-infused scent wafted into my senses, and my mouth involuntarily opened… My fingers moved in tandem.

“I want this Japanese woman to scream! Scream until the heavens and earth tremble!” I thought. So, while my tongue searched the thicket of hair, my middle finger plunged in, penetrating her wet, overflowing paradise, stirring wildly.

My nose pressed against her clitoris, my tongue and hand darting in and out of her warm, tender flesh. The Japanese woman clamped her legs together, locking my head firmly in place…

She screamed, interspersed with a few words of Japanese… My erect penis was already throbbing, almost bursting. I licked my lips, parted her tense legs, and prepared to thrust deeply…

Perhaps she was too excited by her screams, for the baby sleeping soundly in the stroller was also awakened and began to cry… How could I not release the arrow already on the bowstring? I straightened my back, placed her legs on my shoulders, and plunged my entire penis deep into her overflowing peach, thrusting firmly dozens of times, the flesh colliding with pleasure.

She still had maternal instincts; while thrusting her hips in response, she also freed her hands to grasp the stroller's handles, gently pulling it back and forth. Strangely enough, the baby's crying gradually subsided.

"She likes to rock," the woman told me in broken English, describing her daughter's habit. I smiled politely. Rock? I'll rock too!

I lifted her fair, soft thighs and leaned forward. Her buttocks tightened, and my penis slowly began to move in and out, each thrust almost pushing my scrotum into her wet opening.

Slow, but powerful, my penis continued to expand from side to side in the narrow opening. To be honest, I intended to widen it, but instead, I encountered an extremely tight defense. Wave after wave of pressure surged rhythmically towards my little brother. I lowered my head and licked her earlobe—a feint, perhaps?

But then I saw her eyes roll back, her cheeks flush, and a series of muscle spasms followed, spreading and climbing along the glans…

Suddenly, I felt a hot, forceful rush against my penis… Could she ejaculate? Was it the vaginal fluid described in *Jin Ping Mei*? I don't know, I couldn't hold back any longer. My buttocks trembled a few times, and I ejaculated in a mess...

I lay there for a while, sucking on her nipple. Then she politely turned over and found a hot towel to apply to my face and wipe my penis.

Before leaving, I whispered some nice but meaningless compliments in the Japanese woman's ear, then squatted down to look at her daughter.

At 3:30, I strolled back to the company.

[The End]

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