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"Come on Daddy, let's get some breakfast. We can go to my house and play all afternoon if you want. My mom won't be home until late this afternoon."

She was OK. Michael didn't break her after all; Thank God. They went outside and he took his motorcycle out of the garage. She loved to ride behind him. She had told him several times that the vibration of the motorcycle made her pussy tingle. What a girl he thought. She looked so cute in her miniskirt and a motorcycle helmet, that he couldn't help getting excited.

They rode down the street at a very safe speed. Michael didn't want to take any chances with her on the bike. Although it wasn't yet nine o'clock, the waiting room to the restaurant was almost full, so they sat down and waited for a booth. A very large tattooed man, who looked to be a weight lifter on steroids, was giving Jess the eye. When she saw him, she grabbed Michael's face and kissed him then said reasonably loud,

"Oh Daddy I am so happy. Just think in six months we'll have a new baby girl."

She then put her arms around him and squeezed. The tattooed man looked away, and didn't look back. Her statement did the job in warding him off, but just for a second scared the hell out of Michael. Although he had suggested it, he was a little surprised when she ordered the steak and eggs. She had never eaten that much before, but she said that whatever he did to her caused her to really be hungry, and besides now she was eating for two. With her statement, she smiled and winked at him. Michael ordered coffee and a mushroom omelet, while Jess had a coke with her breakfast.

While they ate Michael sat there and stared at her. She was so gorgeous he couldn't think of what he had done to get her. Thank you God he thought. After they left the restaurant, they started for her house. It was almost eleven o'clock. Michael wondered all the way, if after the devastating clitoral stimulation that left her with no energy and the large meal, she would be even less interested in having sex. Soon after they walked into her house, she began to do a strip tease for him.

She took off her shoes, long white stockings and her blouse. That left only a little bra on top; then she removed her mini-skirt; which left only a pair of cute little light blue thong panties. Michael sat there staring at her moves. She was as good as any stripper he could imagine, having never actually seen one in real life. Michael was temped to take some dollar bills and stuff them into her panties, but she disappeared into the hallway not giving him the chance. Suddenly her bra and panties came flying into the front room.

"Daddy come in her and make love to Mommy, and bring my bra and panties with you."

With his cock as hard as it was, it wasn't easy to get up from the couch. Carrying her discarded under things, he walked down the hallway and into her room. She looked at him with a sad face from under the covers of her bed. Her lower lip was sticking out.

"Why does Daddy still have his cloths on? Mommy wants to make love. Doesn't Daddy want to make love to Mommy, and squirt his cum into her pussy?"

As Michael got undressed all he could think of was WOW! When he was completely naked, with his cock sticking out like a big pink dildo. Jess looked at it, smiled and said,

"Oooooo, he really loves me."

Michael decided at that time; that the Arabs could keep; their promised seventy-two virgins. This young lady was as much as he could handle. As soon as he crawled into bed, Jessica moved down toward his stomach. With the grace and dedication of an Olympic athlete, she began sucking his penis. What could he say; the girl had talent.

As she was busy, he positioned himself so his mouth was in direct contact with her little clit. Michael set out to do the same thing that he had done earlier in his own bed; and found with all of her screaming, thrashing and moaning, he was accomplishing his mission.

She came harder than she had in the morning and she was out cold. Michael felt like a combat pilot who had just returned from his last sortie, and had never taken flack. Jess came so quick that she never gave him a chance to cum. She had rolled on to her stomach with her pussy open and available, so he got behind her and pulled her butt cheeks open. Easing his cock into her saturated pussy, he began to take his turn. He was fucking her very hard when she mumbled,

"What are you doing Michael."

"I'm not Michael," he said, "I'm George the Gardner, and I'm raping you little girl. When I saw you walking down the street in you catholic uniform; I knew that I had to have you."

She shifted her hips up allowing his penis to go deep, and said in a squeaky voice,

"Ohh Please mister George, don't rape my little pussy with your big peepee and squirt all of your creamy stuff into me. My mommy isn't home and if you keep doing it to me I just don't know what I'll do. But Mr. George ... you can do it a little faster, can't you?"

That was their first shot at make believe fantasy sex and it was great. They did it many times over the following year they went together. Sometimes Michael was a 'Police Officer and she was a prostitute'. They roll played the 'traveling salesman and the farmer's daughter', 'the supermarket delivery boy and the lonely housewife', among a long list of others. Michael even played the 'Cat, while Jess was the mouse'. No actual words were spoken. He "meowed" while he ate her pussy and she "squeaked" like a mouse in terror.

Keeping up the sex story chatter, he said,

"Little girl I'm going to squirt all of my cum in you tiny pussy and then I'm going to tie you up and fuck you again later."

"Oh please don't fuck me later. Please fuck me harder right now, Mister Gardner, I won't tell anybody honest."

With that statement they both began to cum. Michael lay there for a while, however as Mommy was off to never, never land he got out of bed and got dressed. Clicking on the TV in the front room, he kicked back and relaxed on the couch. He watched a golf match, where a newcomer named Tiger Woods was in the lead. When Tiger birdied the ninth hole he smiled. Michael thought, God that guy has a lot of teeth. About a half hour later Ann, came home. She looked at Michael and asked,

"Where's Jessica?"

"Taking a nap in her bedroom."

"What did you do Michael; screw her brains out again?"

"Not exactly, but close."

"I'll tell you, that girl doesn't think much beyond her next fucking. She is a lot like I was at her age; hell she's a lot like I am now. The girl loves sex. Well better sex than drugs. Sex is less expensive."

"Unless you get pregnant." Michael said.

"Tell me about it. Why do you think I have her on the pill?"

Not knowing what to say, he said nothing, hoping Jessica would soon wake up. When Ann sat down on the couch next to him, he became a little nervous. She looked at him and asked,

"Is Jessica enough for you Michael?"

"How do you mean Ann?"

"Does she give you enough. Are you satisfied with her?"

"Yes; absolutely. Jess is the best I have ever had. Why do you ask?"

Michael didn't really care much for where the conversation was going. Was she concerned that he might cheat on her daughter and break her heart, or what?

"Well I was thinking, if you weren't getting enough from Jessica, I would be happy to help you out once in a while."

WOW! He thought; he was being propositioned by his girlfriend's mother. What could anyone say to that? Did everyone move into a trailer park in the middle of the night? Ann had at least four dates every week, with different guys all of the time. She must be like a praying mantis and kill her lovers right after sex.

"To tell you the truth, I can just barley keep up with Jessica. If her appetite for food; was as great as it is for sex, she would weigh four hundred pounds."

"That's my baby." Ann laughed, "She told me she would rather fuck with you than do anything else."

Michael wondered how many guys were privileged to be able to talk to their girlfriend's mother in such graphic manner? 'Come on Jessica,' he thought, 'you've slept almost two hours. Get up.'

"So Ann; do you come from a large family?"

"Two sisters and a brother."

"Are you guys close? I was just wondering, as I'm an only child."

"No we aren't really close. My brother Jimmy and I are now, but not when we were younger. He would make me go into his room three nights a week and suck him off, then he would fuck me usually two or three times until morning. I couldn't say anything; as my father didn't give a shit and my mom was afraid of my Dad. She used to go to church every day and pray for everyone; like that was going to help. While she was in church, my Dad would have my little sister Janet in the bedroom. He told me once that she was the best piece of ass he ever had. Too bad she couldn't handle it. I guess some people just can't."

"When Jimmy wasn't doing it to me, he was screwing my sister Deloris. My mom told me that Deloris is now a hooker in Hollywood. I suppose I would be too if it weren't for Jessica. My other sister Janet is in the Looney bin. She finally went off her rocker, as my Dad continually used her for his sperm depository. He is in jail now for raping his next-door neighbor. He probably should have stayed in his own backyard."

"I don't understand how you have come to forgive your brother. He raped you, made you suck him off and then he made Jessica suck him off."

"I forgave him for everything he did to me, as he really introduced me to sex and caused me to love it so much. By the time I was old enough, I was begging my brother to fuck me every day. As for what he did to Jessica; well she really wanted to do it with him. Actually it was more my fault than his or hers. She came in the house not long ago. A friend of mine was seated on the couch, where you are now; with his head back and his eyes closed. I was on my knees in front of him between his legs, really involved in sucking his cock. Jessica had been taught to never interrupt adults and stood there for a full ten minutes watching her mother giving head."

"I explained that it wasn't really sex. It was just something a girl can do for a guy to make him feel good. Well sometime later, she was at her uncle's place and saw him in the bathroom after he had just got out of the shower. He was sitting on the top of the toilet seat drying off, when his darling niece walked in, knelt down in front of him, took hold of his penis and began to suck on it. He wasn't sure how to handle it, so he let her complete her experiment and shot his load into her pretty little mouth. When I ask her about it, she said that her Uncle looked sad, and she did it just to make him feel better. She also told me that she liked doing it. I guess the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."

TMI; Too Much Information. Michael realized that it wasn't Jessica's fault, as she was only doing what she had been taught. She became very good at it and now she doesn't want to go a day without it. He wondered at the time if sperm was addictive. Since then he had tried to find anything related to sperm addiction on the Internet, however he could find nothing.

Jessica and Michael went together through junior college. How they graduated, he would never know but they did. After graduation, Michael went to UCLA for two more years, and they slowly drifted apart. Her mother told him later that she had moved to the desert, with her Uncle, to go to a college near his place. Michael rather doubted that was why she moved in with him, as he lives in Barstow California and there isn't a good college within a hundred miles.

"Where are you Michael asked Miyoko. You haven't said a word in almost an hour. I have been laying next to you playing with your penis and you haven't even reacted."

"I'm sorry, I was just thinking about my business. I keep forgetting that I am on vacation, and with the most beautiful girl in Japan. You are the only girl I want and need. May I lick your gorgeous pussy, please?"

"Oh yes! Michael, I love when you do that. Someone taught you well, and; If you ever see her, please thank her for me."

By this time Michael was between Miyoko's legs again. His mouth was sucking hard on her pussy and clitoris; his specialty. Michael's lips were a little numb by now, like when he was ten and ate five Popsicles, one right after another, but he knew she loved oral sex so much, that he had to do his very best. Michael was trying something new; at least to him. He curled his tongue so it looked like a little pig penis, and shoved it into Miyoko's vagina as far as he could. The action was good for a while, however she kept whispering for him to suck her clitoris. He thought; if that's what she wants, that's what she will get. After a half hour and six loud orgasms, Miyoko passed out again. By noon, the little coffee and roll he had for breakfast, was doing nothing to quiet the growling in his stomach. When Michael began to awaken her she moaned and said,

"Michael, please fuck me."

She reminded him a lot of Jessica. Her sexual appetites were as strong; as Jessica's ever were. Michael took two pillows and shoved them under her tummy, lifting her butt up in the air. As her pussy was pink, open and inviting, he got behind her with her legs in the middle and his on the outside. Michael's cock was extremely hard by now and it found her swollen labia almost on its own. It felt like he was fucking butter, her pussy was so slippery and yet so very tight. In all the years since the Kama-Sutra incident and his darling Jessica, he hadn't changed his mind about sex. To quote Woody Allen, the famous Writer-Director, "Sex is the most fun you can have without laughing."

As Michael fucked his little sky waitress, he realized why the individual who originally designed women's bodies placed the pelvic bone where it is. So guys; would have something to hang on to, and something to pull on when they shoved. His continual pulling and shoving was creating a moan he hadn't heard before. It was more like a growl than a moan. It would be just his luck for Miyoko to be metamorphic and change into a Werewolf or a Vampire. Of course that wasn't possible; as he didn't believe in that Bullshit. Along with the supernatural growl; was the continual vaginal explosions, each time she had an orgasm. Michael had lost count.

The real problem was that all of these things occurring within her sexy little body; were causing him to be distracted. His cock was hard, erect, and moving as fast as he could push it, however he had no desire to cum. Michael supposed at the time he would just continue until his knees gave out or until he killed Miyoko from too many orgasms.

It was told in Michael's family, that his great-grandfather's brother on his mother's side, who was a six foot three Irish farmer, married a little girl of fifteen in Ireland. Nobody ever said what happened, but she died; on their wedding night. Michael always wondered if he had fucked her to death. He guessed it's as good a way to go, as any. Later he married the twenty-six year old widow of the town clerk. She bore him three sons and two daughters. It was said that they were after a time, very much in love. He died at age eighty-six, leaving his wife, five children and eleven grandchildren. His wife who was seventy, died four days later, of no apparent illnesses.

Miyoko was again completely out. Michael surmised at the time, that if he wanted a girl lucid, he shouldn't fuck her quite so hard. He knew that she would be out for a while anyway; so he opened the honor fridge and took out a trail mix energy bar, which was desperately needed to avoid starvation, and a small bottle of ginger ale. It wasn't a great combination, but it did relive the ravenous hunger pangs that were plaguing him.

The television had an American channel and he turned it on. The only thing on was the "so called"; reality programs, and Michael just don't care for them. He guessed that it's an acquired taste like pussy, but he would take pussy anytime. Michael turned back to a Japanese version of old time sitcoms, where he had seen "I Love Lucy" and "The Love Boat". They were showing "Bonanza" in Japanese of course. It was ok, and although he didn't understand the language, except for a few words, the plots were usually similar and language didn't really make much of a difference. He didn't think it was supposed to be funny, but the Japanese voice over they used for "HOS" was on the "effeminate" side and made HOS appear to be a flaming homosexual. It was very funny and Michael laughed out loud.

The station must have been on a limited budget, as Michael Landon's character, "Little Joe" appeared to have the same voice over. It was hilarious when the two of them talked to each other like a couple of West Hollywood "queens" having a marital dispute. A person had to pay close attention to their lip movement, to see who was talking. He recalled going to "Samurai" movies with his Dad a few times. It was a lot like that; only gay.

After "Bonanza" came "The Brady Bunch". Now that's where they could have used the effeminate voice over; as one of the stars Robert Reed who played the father, Mike Brady was in fact gay. Looking over at the bed, Miyoko wasn't moving; however there was a very light kitten snore, coming from her direction. Michael didn't want to wake her, as he didn't believe it is a good idea to piss off the girl you have been fucking, so he switched channels and found a music station. They had four music channels to choose from. The first was heavy classical; Beethoven and his buddies. The second was Rock and Roll from the fifties. The third was music of the Broadway Shows and the fourth was something he would not even call music. Hip Hop, or Rap, was not in his opinion music. He believed it should be played on death row. Then most of the inmates waiting for execution would be happy when their time came. The Rock and Roll was in fact Rhythm and Blues, with a track of Elvis thrown in every so often. It wasn't his kind of music but it was better than the rest.

A couple of hours passed and Miyoko, began to stir. Michael was next to her on the bed when she finally awoke. She looked at him and asked the time.

"I don't even know what day it is and my watch is still on Los Angeles time, but it is still light outside."

"Are you hungry Michael?"

"Oh yah about that, I had a energy bar and a soda from the fridge. I'll be glad to pay for it. Just tell me how much."

"Don't worry, it's covered under my expense account. The company will take care of it. I'm getting up and we can have dinner if you want."

"Great. I'm still hungry. Do you know of any good restaurants around here?"

"I should Michael. I make this trip three times a month. By the way, I want you to know that you are the only passenger I have ever brought here."

"I believe you, and thanks that means a lot."

She sat up on the side of the bed and held her head in both hands moaning.

"Are you OK Miyoko?"

"Yes, but I feel like I've been kicked by a mule. Although I really enjoyed it, your penis should be registered as a lethal weapon. You are quite a good lover Michael. If we lived together, I think you would kill me in about a month."

"We don't have to do it anymore, if you don't want to."

"Are you crazy? I may never have sex like this again in my life. You know the kind that curls your toes. I won't give that up for a little danger and the slim possibility of death. No; I own you for two more nights, and I'm going to have all I can get."

"Let's go find something to eat." I said laughing. "I really need some calories."

"Do you like sushi?"

"I don't even like cooked fish. Raw is out of the question."

"They say that it's brain food Michael."

"When I took Psychology at UCLA, they gave us IQ tests as a scientific exercise. The Professor said that my IQ is well over a hundred thirty. Early man enlarged his brain with meat and sugar. I don't need brain food. I need something to keep my stamina charged up."

"Ok we can look for something else. What do you think you would like?"

"A double thick; chocolate malt."

They were both dressed and were ready to go out. She reminded him that they should, meet outside the hotel as the company frowns on flight attendants who have visitors in their rooms, when they pay the bill. She took the elevator down, and he caught the next one. When Michael got outside, Miyoko was waiting with a taxi. They got in and she told the driver their destination, in Japanese.

"There are a lot of good restaurants in Osaka Michael. There are more Indian restaurants here than anywhere else in Japan, and there is a very good one called "Banjara". It is rated five stars but it is very expensive and you have to eat with your fingers. We just left the Hilton where they have a buffet that is also five stars, but I wanted to get out somewhere. "Los Inkas" is a very good Mexican and South American restaurant, but as you said you wanted a chocolate malt; I told the driver to go to "The Hard Rock Café." I think they will have what you want there."

The driver went down the street like his was the only vehicle in Osaka. Michael was more nervous than he was during the flight to Japan. Thankfully they arrived at the restaurant in one collective piece. They had to wait fifteen minutes until they were seated. He looked at Miyoko and wondered why she picked him? She was unbelievably beautiful and very sexy. They ate without much conversation, as the music was louder than normal. Michael had his chocolate malt and a cheeseburger, while Miyoko had a Cob salad and Ice tea.

After dinner she thought it would be fun to go out to a nightclub. She found a Karaoke bar where the drinks were very good and the music wasn't quite as loud as the Hard Rock Café. Lucky for him, no one was required to sing, but if someone did the bartender would knock twenty-five percent off of the bill. They had a good time and left about ten o'clock. Upon arriving back at the hotel, they did the separate elevator trips again. When Michael arrived at the room, Miyoko was stripped naked and in the shower. She called to him to join her. As he got undressed and looked at her in the shower his cock started tingling and began to get hard.

She greeted him with a nice kiss pressing her wet titties, against his chest. After washing each other completely, she began playing with his cock. She then bent over, looking at him over her shoulder. She smiled and pointed to her pink little pussy, inviting him in. Easing his overworked penis into her tight vagina, Michael groaned as it gripped his cock. He fucked her in the shower and then twice more in bed. She sucked him off again while he licked her pussy. It was three in the morning when they finally stopped from exhaustion. The bed was saturated, which cooled their overheated bodies. As they were both worn out, they fell asleep in each other's arms satisfied.

They spent the following forty-eight hours wisely; having sex, eating and sleeping. However the time finally came when Miyoko had to report back. When Michael ask her about her schedule and when she would return to Japan, she said that it would be several months, as she had been assigned to a flight to Australia, then to Rome. After that she would be on flights from Rome to New York and back to Europe, for the rest of the year. She added that she was going to put in for a transfer to be based in Los Angeles, and she would call him when it came through. Michael just stood there as the 747 taxied out onto the tarmac. She was gone and he felt lost without herAfter calling his Dad, Michael picked up a large Frappuccino at Starbuck's. He should have bought Starbuck's stock when the price was low, he thought. While waiting for his Dad he drank the icy coffee drink, which brought back thoughts of the beach at Santa Monica and lazy summer days.

He sat and watched the people going about their business, knowing that the remainder of the trip would probably be rather dull, without Miyoko. It was difficult to believe how much he already missed her.

His Dad had to drive twenty miles to the airport, so Michael timed it as close as he could, then took his bags out to the front of the terminal. He saw a shiny little black Honda pull up to the curbside, with his Dad behind the wheel; blowing the horn like a typical American. Michael's Dad got out of the car and hugged Michael; something he had not done in years.

"Hi Dad, it's good to see you. Where's Mom?"

"She is at your Uncle's house, working on a party."

"Oh God; not for me, I hope."

"No not for you. Sunday is your cousin Tomiko's twentieth birthday party and as my brother has no wife, your Mother is helping plan it."

"Tomiko is twenty? The last time I saw her she was still in high school. Remember when they came to California and we took them to Disneyland. She laughed and giggled on every ride. She even sat on my lap when we went on several of the rides. I can't believe she is twenty. A birthday party huh?"

"Yes Sunday. Your Uncle has arranged for a very large semi-formal party."

They got in the car and started for Michael's Dad's house. They chatted like a couple of parrots, in a pet shop. Michael's Dad asked about Lisa, and Michael said that she was Ok, but didn't mention about the breakup. His Dad suggested that Michael widen his horizons and look around for a nice Japanese girl as they make the best wives.

"What is this thing you have about me hooking up with a Japanese girl? You married a girl from Ireland. I don't understand why you don't like ... uh .. Lisa?"

"Son I love your mother dearly and it's not that I don't like Lisa, but since I ... since we have been living in Japan, I have found that there is more to life than just a home, a wife and work."

"What? Don't tell me that you have a mistress?"

"Not exactly. Your Uncle has taken me into his exclusive men's lodge and we have our own Geishas."

"And ...?"

"And I have what you might call a young protégé. Her name is Sumi, which means elegant. You can believe me that she is very elegant; and she isn't much older than your cousin Tomiko. As young as she is, she has taught me quite a lot about life."

"Sumi? Sounds like a sushi dish. I can't believe my own Father is a dirty old man. What about Mom; does she know?"

"Hell no; and I don't want you to tell her either. What goes on in the lodge is just for the men. As a man I hoped that you would understand."

"Trust me Dad; I do understand and your secret is safe with me. I would never tell Mom. It would break her heart. I'm here on vacation; not to judge you."

"Thank you son. Do you think you would like to go to a lodge meeting with me some night?"

"I don't know Dad, let me think about it."

They got off the highway and drove through some very narrow streets. No wonder the Japanese make their cars so small thought Michael. When they went up a driveway and stopped in front of the house, Michael was surprised that it was so large and commented to his Dad,

"Your house is enormous. I didn't expect anything like this."

"Five bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms a den for me, and a sitting room for your Mom. There is a large sunken living room and a family room; also a nice kitchen; with all of the latest appliances. Nothing like our three bedroom apartment over my restaurant in the states."

"I should say not, we barley had room to change our minds in the apartment. But why did you get such a large house Dad? Your protégé doesn't live here too ... does she?"

"No of course not. She lives in town. When we first came here we were living with your Uncle, until we could find a place of our own. His house is three times this size or bigger. When I told him that I wanted a nice place that was fairly large, he said that he would take care of it. He has one of the largest home construction businesses in Osaka. He built his place and ours. Your Mom picked out the property as it has a nice ocean view. Wait until you see my entertainment center in the den. Your Uncle has a friend at Sony, who put it in for cost. It is almost like a small recording studio. Total surround sound and it has ten large speakers. It is very high tech. It's great when your mom and I are fighting, we go to our separate parts of the house until we both cool down."

Michael's Dad took him on a tour of the house and asked if he was hungry. Michael said he only had a cup of coffee since dinner the night before and was famished.

"OK Michael we are going over to your uncle's house for lunch. He is expecting you."

It was only a ten-minute drive to his uncle's house. The house was enormous, like an ancient castle of a Shogun warlord. As they pulled into the circle driveway, the Master came out to meet them. Michael's uncle was short but very strong. He had worked in construction since he was in his early teens. When he hugged Michael, it hurt a little.

"Uncle I would like to say that I'm very sorry for your loss. Auntie was a very sweet person, and very beautiful."

"Thank you Michael. She has been gone almost two years. She passed just two weeks after our return from visiting you in California. That trip was her last request. I'm OK with her loss now, however when it happened I was numb. I had two daughters to raise on my own; not to mention the construction business. I must say it was very difficult for a while. The girls were in a private Academy and they only came home on the weekends. It was tough at first as the girls spoke mostly Japanese like their Mother, however I made it a rule that they would speak English when they were at home. Please come in and see our home. Make yourself comfortable."

Michael had thought his Dad's house was large, however his Uncle's house was like touring a museum. There was art of all types everywhere. His uncle had an eclectic collection of two Picasso drawings, a Monet, a Renoir and several Leroy Neiman originals and prints. He also had several Frank Frazetta paintings, and three Aldo Luongo serigraphs of the "Hawk". There were oriental vases, scrolls and Samurai swords everywhere. He was very proud of his collection and was adding to it all of the time.

"Michael, I have something for you."

He handed Michael a beautiful, highly polished walnut box. Michael opened it and couldn't believe what he saw. Inside the box resting on royal blue velvet covered interior was, a black handled Samurai sword. It was the most beautiful sword he had ever seen. The blade was engraved with a dragon, while the black speckled scabbard, was decorated with a white tiger and dragon design.

"It took an eighty year old craftsman over two years to finish this sword." said Michael's uncle. "He put his knowledge, his heart and his soul into it, and I want my only nephew to have it. I know that you will take care of it. Michael you must never forget the Golden Rule of the Sword,

"Do nothing which may injure you or damage the sword."

"Please hang it in a place of honor in your home."

"I don't know what to say Uncle. It is the most beautiful piece of work I have ever seen. I will cherish it always. Thank you so very much."

"Nothing is to good for my brother's only son. You and you alone must carry on the family name. Now let's have some lunch." Upon entering the darkened dining room, Michael was strongly affected by the beauty of it all. The room was adorned with walls of black Teak, inlaid with purple velvet panels and a flawless marble floor, which had been imported from Carrara Italy, where the Renascence artist Michelangelo obtained marble for his most famous works of art. There were stained glass windows of ancient Samurai; in various; sword wielding poses. On the large mahogany table, Michael saw a spread that would have shamed the Hilton buffet. There was everything from Sushi to Kobe steaks. Soups, salads; and vegetables of all kinds; and several bottles of vintage wine were placed randomly around the table. Three maids in uniform scurried around at their Master's gruff commands knowing that they could be dismissed at the snap of his fingers. Michael couldn't have been more impressed. When his Mother came in the room he smiled and stood up, as he hadn't seen her since they had left California. She went over to him and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. "Michael I'm so happy to see you. It has been a long time without my baby."

"Mom, not the baby stuff again. I'm thirty-two and far from being a baby."

"No matter how old you are you will always be my baby Michael."

"OK Mom, ok. I'm your baby. Let's eat I'm starved."

"Yes!" Michael's Uncle said, "I'm starved also."

Michael was cutting into a thick buttery Kobe steak when in walked his little cousin Tomiko. She was gorgeous and looked a lot like her late mother. She was wearing her Academy uniform, which consisted of a long sleeved Navy blazer with a Gold and Blue Academy crest over the left breast, a white blouse, highly polished black shoes, knee high black stockings and a very short dark blue skirt, that just barley covered her panties. She had a cute button nose; full lips, deep dimples which showed even when she wasn't smiling, and dark brown almond shaped oriental eyes; that burned straight through anyone when she looked at them. Suddenly Michael had lost his appetite for food, and a new hunger was overpowering him. Oh God, why did she have to be his cousin?

"Hello Michael-san. It is good to have you visit us from America. Please continue eating your lunch, and I will join you." She sat next to Michael on his right then slowly turned her head toward him and smiled. Although younger than Miyoko, she appeared to be more sophisticated, more genteel and knowledgeable in ways yet unknown to him. She carried herself with an obvious air of breading; and a personal bearing, unknown to most American girls. "Are you enjoying you vacation in our country Michael-san?" she asked without any noticeable accent.

"Yes Tomiko, Japan is wonderful, and very beautiful," said Michael looking straight at his cousin. "Have you seen any places of interest?"

"Like what?"

"Well we have a Universal Studios Park in Osaka. There are wonderful performances of the Kabuki. The Bunraku, is the oldest of all Japanese theater, and possibly the most understood. The word puppetry fails to encompass the complexity of the stories and the artistry of the puppeteers.

On May the 7th, they will be holding the IAAF Japan Grand Prix at the Nagai Stadium. On June 3rd, the Osaka Municipal Symphonic Band is scheduled to have a concert at the Symphonic Hall. Then in July there will ..."

"I'm afraid I will have to go home long before June. My business partner needs me. I don't think he can handle everything for more than about six weeks. That will be my limit I'm afraid. I will have to leave somewhere around the first of May."

"Why Michael?" Asked his Dad, "I thought you owned the business."

"Yes Dad, with my partner Jim Hutchinson. You remember Jim from UCLA, don't you?"

"Yes I do. A very nice boy."

"As he is at work every day, his marriage is already in trouble. If I stay away too long, it may end in divorce. As much as I would like to stay, I have to return by early May. I'm sorry Dad."

"I understand son. We will just have to make due with the time allotted."

"So Tomiko, Sunday is the big day," said Michael. "Twenty years old. I have a hard time remembering when I was twenty. What are your plans?"

"Well first, a good college, as I would like to teach eventually."

"Tomiko is in a post graduate teacher's course ay the Academy," said her Father with obvious pride.

"A teacher; that's wonderful. What grades do you want to teach?"

"I believe middle school Michael-san. According to my research, they are the students that have the most problems." She stated with a mature authority beyond her young age.

"Junior High school. Yes I had a hard time myself."

They continued to eat and chat about all sorts of things; but Michael's interests didn't go much beyond an occasional glance at her gorgeous legs, and the fact that he could see the crotch of her yellow panties from where he was seated.

"Do you remember when we went to Disneyland, Tomiko?"

"Yes, I was just eighteen years old. You were so gallant babysitting with your teen age cousin."

"I wasn't babysitting. It was fun showing you around and going on all of the rides with you. Remember the Matterhorn?"

"Yes I was so scared, I had to run to the little girl's room right after we got off."

"Tomiko, that is not appropriate language at this table."

"I'm sorry honorable Father. Please accept my sincere apology."

"Well it's ok, I guess we are all adults here, aren't we?"

They continued eating without much conversation, after that. When they finished, Tomiko said,

"Father; Uncle, I would ask your permission to take Michael-san around Osaka, and show him the various points of interest. Of course that will be after the party on Sunday."

"That is very gracious of you my daughter, however Michael may have made plans of his own."

"No sir, I have no plans." Michael said, "In fact I don't want to think about anything in general, until I return to California."

"Tell me son," his Mother said, "Why didn't Lisa come with you? We would have paid for her ticket."

"Conflicting schedules Mom. She is involved with many things."

"How is she? Are you two making any plans?"

"She is fine Mom, and no; no plans are in the works."

"Well when you return, give her our love."

"OK Mom. What time do you want us to return for Tomiko's party?"

"You will be staying for the weekend Michael, possibly even longer if you wish." said his Uncle. "As our honored guest you have a choice of staying in the main house, on the third floor, or in the guesthouse, on the hill beyond the Koi pond. The bedroom on the third floor is very nice, however the guesthouse will provide you with more privacy."

"The guesthouse has it's own dish antenna." said Tomiko, "You will be able to receive all of the programs from the United States. I often go out there to study, or just to meditate. At the completion of lunch I will show it to you. I believe you will like it."

After lunch, Tomiko and Michael walked through her father's backyard. It covered about a quarter mile. They could have held drag races out there, thought Michael; of course the cars would tear up most of the gardens, but it was big enough. As they walked by the Koi pond Michael said,

"Those fish look like giant goldfish?"

"That is correct Michael-san. In the United States they are called Goldfish. They are Carassius auratus, or Koi; or if you wish, Carp. They only grow to the size of their environment. If you put them in a bowl, they remain small, but here in the pond they grow much larger."

"How big would they get in the ocean?" asked Michael.

"As they are fresh water fish, they would all die."

"Oh yah ... I guess so."

As they walked up the path to the guesthouse, Michael was watching Tomiko's rear end undulating in front of him. It reminded him a lot of Jessica's butt. It was very cute, and nicely rounded. She showed him through the house; the kitchen, the bathroom, the bedroom and the front room, commenting about the view of Osaka in the distance.

The guesthouse was much larger than his apartment although the ceilings seemed much lower. She turned on the stereo and asked what type of music he liked. Michael told her that he preferred smooth jazz and she found a station. She removed her blazer tossing it on a chair and beckoned for him to sit with her on the couch.

"Would you like something to drink Michael-san? There is a full bar."

"No thank you, but maybe later."

Tell me; are you engaged to that girl Lisa?"

"No, we broke up over six months ago, and I haven't talked to her since."

"You didn't tell your parents, did you?"

"No I didn't."

"Why not?"

"Because my Mom would come out with a long list of new prospects for me to date. She stays in touch with all of her old friends in California, and who their daughters are dating, and worse yet which ones aren't dating at all. My dad would lecture me on the fact that I'm getting older and have no plans to settle down. I just thought I might save myself some grief by not saying anything."

"So you are single; and not dating anyone?"

"That's correct." Michael said, concerned that Tomiko might want to fix him up with one of her girlfriends.

"Michael-san, we were talking about the trip to Disneyland. How much do you remember?"

"I remember it was hot, and we stayed until midnight. Why?"

"I'm going to tell you something and I want your promise that you will never repeat it to anyone. Will you promise?"

"Yes, of course, if that's what you want."

Do you recall what we were wearing?"

"Yes. It was a hot day and I had on a pair of loose nylon shorts. I still have them. You were wearing a pair of tight silky white shorts and a pink top. I have a photo of you on my wall. The one you took with Goofy. You looked very cute."

"Do you recall how you held me on the rides?"

"I had a hand on your tummy I believe and ..."

"... and a hand under my titties. It was rubbing them. You got me very excited Michael."

"I didn't mean to. I just wanted you to be safe. You should have told me."

"When we got off the Matterhorn; and I excused myself to go to the bathroom, I didn't have to pee."

"No ... then what?"

"When I was sitting on your lap, you had your hand on my stomach and your penis was rubbing against my rear end. I had my very first orgasm on the Matterhorn. My second was on Mr. Toad's Wild ride, and the third was on Space Mountain."

"I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was exciting you. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It felt wonderful and I wasn't sure of what was happening to me. Why would I say something and spoil that? You were the first man to make me feel like a woman and the only man to ever give me an orgasm. I loved the feeling and I was very enamored of you. Don't you remember the following night, when everyone went to bed and I sat on your lap, while we watched TV in the dark?"

"Yes you were so fidgety, you couldn't sit still."

"Michael, I thought you would catch on. I was rubbing against you to get the feeling you had given me at Disneyland, so I could cum again. I came twice that night. If you had pulled your penis out, I would have let you do it to me right there, or I would have at least performed my first act of Fellatio."

"A blowjob?"

"What can I say, I was in love Michael. I still am."

"Tomiko, I don't know what to say. I'm sorry for being so careless? It was never my intention to ..."

"I am aware of that Michael and I don't expect an apology."

Tomiko stood up. As I thought we were leaving I began to stand up also.

"Please stay where you are Michael."

She got down on her knees in front of him, and pulled his jogging pants down around his ankles. She then sat on his lap facing him. When she pulled up her short uniform skirt, her yellow panties lit up the room.

"Tomiko, I don't think this is a good idea. Somebody might come up here; besides we are cousins."

"My father has returned to work. Your father went to his lodge, probably to have sex with his young Geisha. Your Mom is in her glory ordering the servants around getting ready for the party. It's just you and me, and I want to find out if you will do it for me again. Please take your penis out and rub it against my panties."

She didn't wait for Michael to move, reaching down she pulled his underpants to the side. She then took hold of his cock and placed it against the crotch of her panties. Moving slowly, she laid her head on his shoulder and moaned. When his hands grabbed her silky butt she moaned even louder and moved a little faster. It didn't take her a full minute, until she braced and came in her panties.

"Michel do you have any condoms?" she asked whispering in his ear.

"No. I don't use them; as I had a vasectomy five years ago."

"You had your Vas Deferens cut? You were sterilized?"

"Yes and I know it sounds selfish, but I just don't want children."

"Don't ever tell my Father, or your parents. They are expecting you to have sons to carry on the family name."

She reached down and pulled her panty crotch to the side. Taking hold of Michael's stiffening penis, she moved it up and down her slit and against her clitoris, then slid the tip up into her vagina.

"I have never been with a man Michael, so please go very slow."

"Tomiko, we are related. This is like incest and we really shouldn't be doing it."

"That is just somebody's stupid rule Michael. I don't want to tell anyone how to live, and I don't want them to tell me how to live either. I have always made my own rules."

"Maybe we should wait a little while and think about it. There is no rush, is there?"

"I have thought about it ... I've thought about it for two years, and I don't want to wait any longer. Most of the girls at school have been having sex for years, but I have been waiting for you." said Tomiko, rubbing Michael's cock up and down her slit; with her eyes closed. "If you don't want me Michael; tell me now."

"Are you positive that this is what you want Tomiko?"

I have been planning it for two years, ever since Disneyland." She said, slipping his penis up into her vagina.

"Ooooo, it's so big! Wait ... please ... stop ... it hurts Michael."

Respecting her wishes, Michael didn't move. After ten minutes or so Tomiko had moved down on to his cock a centimeter at a time slowly engulfing it fully into her vagina. She began to move very slowly, at first, in a back to forward ritualistic manner, groaning all the time. Within a lifetime of agonizing minutes she was moving as fast as Jessica and Miyoko ever did. She learned quickly, but Michael was a little turned off, from all of her pubic hair. He wasn't turned off enough to stop fucking with her however.

She came three times in the first fifteen minutes of coitus. It wasn't loud like Miyoko, or as wet as Jessica, but when Tomiko came, her vagina tightened so much, that it caused him some little pain; but also quite a bit of pleasure. When she became aware that he had not yet come; she slowly slid off of his lap and down between his legs. Tomiko began to stroke his cock; then she leaned down and kissed it lovingly.

"You don't have to do that Tomiko."

"Of course I do Michael." She said with a smile, her dimples deeper than he had ever seen them. "I must do everything to please you. It is my quest and my main reason for living."

Lowering her head to his lap, she opened her full lips and slowly covered the tip of his cock, as she uttered sounds of contentment. Sucking very slowly at first, she alternated between licking the bulbous head, sucking it deep in her mouth and slurping his pre-cum juices as though they were from a ripe piece of fruit.

Michael could just barley hang on. The feel of her mouth on his penis was incredible. He thought surely she must have done it hundreds of times. This was the best blowjob he had ever had; and this time he meant it. There could be none better, no mater who the girl might be. She wasn't just sucking him; she was honoring his cock, paying homage to it, giving it special respect, and treating him as though he were a King.

Michael thought, through all of the pleasure she was providing, that he would have to come up with a new word. Blowjob just didn't come close to Tomiko's artistic endeavors. She was a magician and his penis was a magic wand. He could see through his state of elation, that Tomiko truly loved having his penis in her mouth. She had an oral fixation and his cock was like a piece of candy to a small child.

Michael began to feel the building of a final climax, first a tingling in his lower back then electric shocks through his thighs. He was breathing heavy like a marathon runner in view of the unbroken tape. It was all he could do to groan in a whisper,

"Tomiko ... I'm ... going ... to ... cum. Take ... it ... out ... of ... your ... mouth."

She ignored his pleas; as a little girl might ignore her Father's demands to clean her room. She was stubborn but dedicated, desiring to give Michael all of the pleasure he could possibly handle. She had learned the sexual arts well from her Sensei. Michael was going to fill her mouth with his delicious cum and she was more than ready; she was eager, even though her mouth would mourn the loss of his beautiful penis. She knew that it wouldn't be much longer. He was ready and had to cum, as continuation of her sucking could cause him irreparable harm. She sucked as hard as she could, stroking his cock and squeezing his testicles simultaneously.

All of a sudden, a few drops of a salty-sweet, creamy liquid dribbled on her tongue. She had done it; and Michael was about to deposit all of his semen in her mouth. Her Sensei would be proud. All of the endless hours of special training and practice with dildos had not been wasted. Michael was lost in his cousin's rapturous adore, and could hold back no longer. Their fate was sealed and he was not in control. He began to cum like it was the first time, and she was the first girl to suck his cock. The muscles in his groin controlling his ejaculation were flexing wildly, and pumping long strings of cum which spurted from his penis, filling Tomiko's mouth.

Although Tomiko was elated and knew fully what was occurring, she was surprised that there was so much cum. Her Sensei had always taught her that most men would only squirt a teaspoon full of sperm. It seemed as though Michael was shooting liters of it. As quickly as she could, Tomiko swallowed it down, but as fast as she did, Michael filled her mouth with more of his delicious liquid. This day had been the culmination of her quest, from the first time she had climaxed sitting on his lap at Disneyland.

This day would set a new quest however. Tomiko would do everything possible to find a way of being with Michael the rest of their lives. She looked up at him and smiled as he stiffened; in a dopamine induced state of euphoria. As the last of his cum dribbled on to her tongue; she swished it around her mouth, as an expert wine coinsure might do tasting a fine vintage. She swallowed the slippery liquid with full knowledge she must have more of it, and as often as possible. Michael would be her only source and she would have no other.

He was slumped down on the couch breathing lightly, and had either passed out or was at least in a deep state of sexual release, Tomiko knew she had done well and brought all of the ancient Japanese sexual teachings into play; as she had to prove to Michael that even though they were cousins, they were also soul mates.Was it like you expected? Did I do it right? Was it good Michael?"

"You did that very well. It appears that you have had some practice."

"No Michael, you are the first man to have his penis in my mouth. At our Academy each girl has a Sensei. She is a special teacher or mentor. All girls have three; four hour private lessons a week; with their Sensei to discuss anything they wish. The Sensei is sworn to secrecy much like a priest in the Catholic Church. My Sensei was born in 1959, and was named after Empress Michiko; who was married to Emperor Akihito in that same year. As little Michiko's family was poor, she was placed in a Geisha program at age five. They paid the family a monthly allotment to keep her."

"During her time as a Geisha, she learned many wonderful and exciting things. She was taught ancient methods of entertaining a man; both intellectually and sexually. For some time she was a private Geisha to a famous American ARMY General. At my request she passed much of her knowledge on to me. Everything I have done with you; has been due to years of study, however no actual practice on a person. Is there anything that you would change? Do you have any sexual fantasies that you would like to pursue? Am I doing anything you do not want me to do? Please tell me if there is anything I can do to make our time together more pleasurable for you."

"No ... well ... no forget it. It's nothing. You are wonderful and I am honored that you care for me enough to do the things you have done with me."

"Michael, please tell me what you desire. I have been in love with you since our time at Disneyland, and have been planning this since your parents came here. I have dropped little hints to your mother for the last two years; so that she would have you come on a visit."

"What kind of hints?"

"Well I believe the one that brought you here was",

'Auntie you look so sad. I guess I would be sad too if my only son lived six thousand miles away and I hadn't seen him in years. It would be nice for you to have him come for a long visit, wouldn't it?'

"It wasn't long after that that my Uncle told my Father that you were scheduled to depart March 16th. You don't know how happy that made me."

"Are you telling me that this trip was all your idea?"

"Well ... maybe not all. Now please tell me what you want me to change Michael."

"I don't want you to change anything Tomiko, it's just that I would love to lick and suck your pussy, but your thick pubic hair has kept me from doing it. I prefer a pussy as beautiful as yours, without hair."

"I see Michael." She said quietly, almost embarrassed that she had not anticipated the situation, even though there was no real way of knowing Michael's preferences. She then lowered her head again placing her mouth on his cock. She began to suck on his penis once more. Her blowjob was much different than Jessica's, Lisa's or Miyoko's. It was so much better, maybe because as she stated, she really loved him; and she had studied how to do it for years. Tomiko didn't just suck it like the others; she made love to it. She adored it; she worshipped his penis like it was a little god.

As she sucked, one hand slid up and down masturbating him, while the other squeezed his balls gently. She apparently felt Michael's impending ejaculation, even before he did and started sucking harder and moving her hand faster. Her head was bobbing up and down signaling him that her mouth was ready to receive his cum.

Unable to hold back, his legs tingled, his balls tightened and his breathing quickened. As the sperm filled Tomiko's mouth, her eyes closed, and she sighed, allowing the salty, sweet liquid to slide down her throat. He lay back; as she moved both of her hands over his stomach and chest while she continued to nurse his shrinking cock, like a child with a pacifier. Ever so lightly, she began to suck him again, however as Michael had cum twice in less than an hour, the nerves in his cock were screaming, from the pleasure-pain of Tomiko's mouth. He hadn't been sucked off so much since he had dated Jessica twelve years earlier.

However this time there was no feeling of urgency, as she wasn't sucking to make him cum. Michael felt that his penis was in her mouth, just for the pleasure of having it; in her mouth. She wasn't really sucking it as much as she was nursing on it. Several minutes later she took her mouth from his cock and ask,

"Do you enjoy my mouth on your penis Michael? Do I make you feel good when you cum?"

"Tomiko, please believe me when I say that you have sucked me better than any other girl. I love it, and I want you to do it any time you wish."

"I'm so happy to hear you say that Michael, as I would like to suck you at least once everyday, maybe twice. You give me what I truly need. I feel complete when your penis is in my mouth and you are excited. Your cum is wonderful to swallow and it makes me feel so good afterward."

"Tomiko, you were so wonderful that it was like having sex for the first time in my life. Never have I felt this way about anyone. You complete me totally. How am I going to go home knowing my loving cousin is six thousand miles away and that I may never see her again?"

"Do not think about going home Michael. Think only of making love with me, and the time we will be together. We have six weeks and I will make every moment we are together a lifetime of sexual pleasure, for both of us. You are truly my other half; my soul mate. I will never be complete unless you are inside of me, making love to me. Things always work out Michael. You will see; trust me."

The thought of having sex with a family member had been disconcerting at first. The real problem with family members being sexually intimate; was the fact that if there were any children from their union, they might have mental abnormalities. With Michael shooting blanks, he knew; that would not be a factor. They were just exercising together lovingly, so to speak, on a very intimate, sexually satisfying and secretive level. Michael had felt some little regret until he became aware of Tomiko's real feelings for him.

"Tomiko, maybe we should return, so nobody will become suspicious. Do you want to rinse out your panties. They are all wet and full of cum."

"No that would make them less valuable Michael."

"What are you talking about?"

"Burusera Michael! Do you not know about Burusera?"

"No. I've never heard of it. What does it mean?"

"It is a Japanese-English slang word meaning "bloomer seller". Many girls at my school and others; stop by a Burusera shop in the morning on the way to the school. We remove our panties and place them in a locker. The owner gives us a new pair of panties to wear all day. When we return after school, we drop off the soiled panties and pick up our own. The shop owner pays us between fifty and a hundred American dollars depending on how soiled they are and the age of the girl. If the girl is young, the price is higher. I would have thought you had seen it on the Internet. It's been going on for years."

"What does the owner of the shop do with the panties?"

"He sells them to men with panty fetishes, and they masturbate while sniffing them. In Tokyo it was outlawed in 1993, for girls under the age of eighteen, but underage girls aren't punished under the ordinance, so they are pretty relaxed about the whole thing. When the stores were shut down in Tokyo, the owners usually met the girls in the local karaoke club, or a restaurant. An exchange of panties and money is made there."

"There are also some girls who cut out the shop salesman, and have their own clients. Some don't even sell their panties. They make a date to meet a client in a karaoke box, then let him put his face under their skirts and sniff between their legs for a while. They are called "kagaseya" girls; or sniff girls. They make about ten thousand yen for a date with a man. That's about a hundred American dollars. The problem with that is; sometimes the men become involved and they will slip a finger into the girl's pussy. Many of the girls begin to like it and soon they become prostitutes. I just sell my panties. These are silk and full of juice, and a little blood so they are probably worth around a hundred and fifty maybe two hundred dollars."

"But now that you are an adult, they might arrest you."

"No, because it's only against the law in Tokyo, and only if a girl is under age. Besides I'm retiring now that you are here. I have saved enough money over the last few years; almost fifteen thousand American dollars. Do you need any money Michael?" "No Tomiko, but thank you."

It was hard for Michael to believe, but true. They got dressed then returned to the main house. Michael went into the kitchen for a soda while Tomiko went to her room to change into some clean panties. It was four o'clock Saturday afternoon and the party was scheduled to begin at six the next evening. Tomiko came down from her room about four-forty-five and asked,

"Would you like to meet my Sensei?"

"When now?"

"Sure we can go by the School. They are having a month long spring brake, so the only people there are the teachers. The dorms are empty."

"I guess it's ok, if that's what you want to do."

"I would really like you to meet Michiko, and I think she would like to meet you also. Are you hungry? There is a wonderful sushi restaurant not far from the house."

"No thank you. I hate fish, cooked or raw. I can wait until dinner, unless you are hungry?"

"I'm ok and I can wait also."

The trip to the School, took almost an hour. The school was located on the coast, along the main highway behind a thicket of shrubs; and surrounded by Empress trees. When Tomiko pulled into the large parking lot, they observed only six vehicles, and one of those was driving away. She parked and said,

"That's Michiko's blue Honda over there under the tree. Come along Michael."

"The trees with their purple flowers are beautiful." Said Michael. "Those are Empress trees Michael. It is a tradition, that when a Japanese couple has a daughter, they plant an Empress tree. When the daughter is ready to marry; the tree is cut down. The wood from the tree is used to make a dowry chest, and other wedding gifts. Throughout the Orient, Empress trees are believed to bring good fortune to the household and all who enter it. They went into the main building and walked down a dark hall, with walls that looked like walnut. When they came to a door, Tomiko knocked; then went in pulling Michael behind her. Michiko was in her mid forties, however looked to be younger, and was in excellent form. When she saw them she smiled and waived for them to enter. She and Tomiko began a conversation in Japanese. Michael didn't know the language well, but he did pick up a few words like "graduation", "February" and either the word "lover" or "goat". They both covered their mouths and giggled when Tomiko held up her hands about a foot apart. Michael thought that she may have been telling her teacher about a fish, someone had caught. Everything else eluded him. Tomiko took his arm and pulled him over to her teacher. Michael told her he was pleased to meet her and Tomiko translated. They spoke a little longer; then they both giggled. Tomiko bowed to her teacher, then she led Michael out of the office. He thought they were going back to the car, but Tomiko took him down the hallway in the opposite direction and up two flights of stairs, then down another hallway. They walked up to a small dark door, and Tomiko slid a key into the lock. Looking at him she said,

"Michael, this is my room. I share it during the school year with a girl named, Yatsumi Yakamoto. She is in Europe with her parents on vacation. Come here to my bed Michael, I have something to show you."

Tomiko turned away from him, then pulled her panties from her right leg, allowing them to hang from her left thigh. She then lay down on the bed, and pulled her short skirt up to her stomach. When Michael looked at her pussy; it was shaved clean, and it was a beautiful site. She looked at him and asked,

"Like this Michael? Is this what you wanted?"

The sight of her bare pussy was mesmerizing and attracted him like a magnet to steel. He said nothing and got on her bed, moving between her legs. His mouth quickly moved to her pussy, licking and sucking. Michael moved his tongue up and down her bright pink slit making sure it slid across her clitoris, and back down to her vagina. Holding her pussy open with his thumbs, he placed his whole mouth over it and began sucking on her labia. She held his head tight with her fingers in his hair, and made a continual grunting sound.

"UH uh uh uh uh uh ...Aaaaaaaaa, Ohhhh God; Oh God; Oh God...Oh Michael."

As he looked up at her, Michael saw that her eyes were shut, her mouth was open, but no words were developing. Her pussy was gushing a large amount of liquid, some of which was coating his tongue, and the rest slowly oozed down between her butt cheeks. He figured that she was at least halfway there; so he got off the bed, pulling his shirt over his head, dropping his pants and shorts, and quickly removing his shoes and socks. He then crawled between her legs; lowering himself down. Guiding his penis into her vagina, he began to fuck his little cousin again.

As his cock slid deep into her, he sucked her titty through her blouse. Pulling her blouse open and unclasping her bra, she squeezed her tities together offering them to Michael; as it might have been done in an ancient Aztec rite. As he sucked her nipple, she moaned louder then started to cum again. Moving much faster, he doubled his efforts, his cock penetrating her deeply. Michael felt her legs hook around his, and her fingers grasp his butt cheeks.

Excited as he was, there was no hurry for him to cum, however Tomiko was really into it and began to spurt again. She lay there while he got off of the bed and turned her over. Moving in behind her, he grabbed her hips pulling her up on her hand and knees; then slowly and meticulously eased his penis into her vagina. By this time Tomiko's hips were pushing back hard and she was moaning,

"Do it as hard as you can. I want you deep in me Michael. I want to be part of you. Fuck me Michael; please fuck me hard."

As he pulled on her pelvis, Michael felt his cock bump against her cervix. But he didn't have to excel in his actions, as Tomiko's vagina was sucking and milking his cock. Except for Jessica, he had never had a girl so tight and so willing. After about forty minutes, he felt the sack around his testicles tighten. Electric shocks tingled in his thighs, and his knees were in pain. Tomiko's hips were bruised where Michael's hands had been gripping her. She muffled a scream and came hard, falling forward into her pillow, pulling him with her. As they struck the bed she stopped suddenly; and his cock rammed deep into her as he expelled his semen.

Michael lay there on top of her, sweat emanating from every pour of his body; his breathing sounding like a quarterback in a Superbowl game who had just been sacked. He could feel the tremors, pulsing through her tiny body, as she lay under him, her vagina automatically squeezing his cock like a milking machine, hooked to a cow's tit. Several minutes had passed, when he began to lift himself off of her.

"No Michael, don't pull it out. I love the feeling of being filled with you."

"Tomiko, I'm so heavy on top of you; and I'm dripping and getting your uniform all wet."

"Your wetness feels good and it's cooling me off. You got me so hot; I thought I would burn up. Please don't move."

In an attempt to take some of the pressure off of his little lover, Michael rested on his arms and propped himself up on his knees. He felt his cock slide about half way out of Tomiko's pussy. It was strange, but it hadn't gone down and it was tingling. This had only occurred once with Miyoko and three times with Jessica. His cock was still hard, even though he had just cum. This was an opportunity, which could not be ignored, and he felt that Tomiko really wanted more, but had said nothing.

Pushing his hips forward, his cock slid back into her wet velvet sheath. She grasped her pillow and moaned into it loudly, as Michael began to fuck her even harder than he had previously. It was obvious that she had no strength to fuck him back, as she just lay there allowing him to use her like a rented; five dollar whore. However after several minutes it became evident, through the movements of her butt, the grip of her vagina, and her steady moan, that she was again becoming aroused.

"Michael ... Michael ... Michael." she whispered, repeating his name as if she were in a nunnery reciting Gregorian chants. He thought he was hurting her when she cried out,

"Aye; aye; aye; aye; aye; aye; aye; aye."

Not slowing down in his assault, he asked,

"Are you alright?"

"Ooooooo Yessssss ... yes ... yes ...."

As she said that, she lifted her butt off the bed pushing it back against him and climaxed, harder than he had witnessed prior to this event. Even though Michael's heart was pumping at an alarming rate, and he was having a difficult time catching his breath, he continued pushing himself into her. Although her vagina was squeezing him, her body laid limp beneath him. His fluids were building in his testicles and he felt some relief that he was about to cum, as he believed he would surely die, had he kept going at this rate for much longer. As Michael came, he moved forward and lightly bit the back of Tomiko's neck, but not hard enough to leave a mark.

His final climax and biting her; triggered something deep inside of her and she began to gush more of her juice with little or no effort. It was so warm, from their coupling that he moved off of her and laid down next to her. She slipped out of her blouse, dropped her shoes to the floor and pulled her skirt completely off. She was naked except for the white stockings around her ankles, and her white panties clinging to her left thigh. Snuggling close to him, she kissed him lightly on the earlobe and whispered,

"If I lost you Michael, I believe that I would commit seppuku."

"I don't ever want you to say that you would commit suicide for any reason." he said in a loud infuriated voice, "Do you understand me? The loss of you to the world, and the people who love you would be devastating. Is it because you feel guilt or shame for what we have been doing?"

"No Michael. No guilt or shame. I would tell the world what a wonderful lover you are, if I could do it without hurting anyone."

"Knowing that I was the cause of your death would drive me insane." Said Michael. "You must promise on your honor, as the only girl I have ever loved in my life, that you will eradicate all such thoughts from your mind forever. Right now Tomiko; I'm dead serious. If you really love me, you will make a solemn oath to me immediately."

"Please forgive me Michael. I love you so much that the thought of living without you brought the ancient ritual to mind. I promise with all my heart I will never think of it again. You said, that I'm the only girl you have ever loved in your life; honestly?"

"Yes. I think that on some level, I knew it when we first met, but I just couldn't admit it to myself because of your age and the circumstances of us being related. I realize now that I have been looking for you all of my life."

"Oh Michael, you have made me so happy; I can't control my feelings for you, but I think I may have and answer to our situation. When we talk to our parents, please go along with what I say to them."

"Of course. Whatever you wish."

"Do you remember when we were at Disneyland and I told you that I liked Pinocchio, then you bought me a doll and the video tape, as going away presents?"

"Yes, I remember. It was funny, but I bought the Pinocchio DVD just a year ago, and I wasn't sure why. Now I think I know."You answered my wish Michael."

"What wish?"

"I have laid on this bed every night sense then, wishing on that big star right there; low on the horizon. Wishing that you would come and take me away with you."

"You mean that one, that isn't twinkling?"

"Yes Michael."

"You know Tomiko, things might have moved a little faster, if you had picked another star."

"Why Michael?"

"Because that is not a star; it's a planet. Stars twinkle, but planets don't. I believe that's Venus."

"Oh Michael, you must think that I'm so stupid."

"No you were just young at the time. You are far from stupid," he said kissing her forehead.As it was getting late, and they were to be at Tomiko's house for dinner, they got dressed and left the school. She drove much like the taxi driver that had taken Miyoko and Michael from the airport to the hotel. Suddenly Tomiko pulled up into a parking lot, turned off the ignition, and exited the car like she was in a Stock Car race, and had to make a pit stop, with only the statement,

"Wait here. I'll be right back."

She ran through the parking lot into a drug store. Three minutes later, she was back with a small package and they were off again.

"What was so important, Tomiko?"

"My Sensei, told me about a depilatory that is used primarily for removing pubic hair. When I shaved; it didn't seem as smooth as you might have wished."

They arrived at her house in forty-five minutes flat. When they walked into the dining room, Michael's Mother was seated at the dinner table, drinking a glass of wine.

"I'm sorry we are late Auntie, is my Father angry?"

"I wouldn't know. He isn't here and nether is your Uncle. Well I suppose there is no reason to wait dinner any longer." She said in a surly tone.

She signaled the maid and told her to beginning serving dinner. The maid served Michael first, due to the Japanese custom of him being the man. It was some type of fish soup.

"I hope you like it Michael-san." The young maid said smiling and flashing her eyelashes.

"He doesn't like fish of any kind. Take it away... immediately." Said Tomiko, with a snarl, letting the maid know that he was off limits to her.

"Yes maim. I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"Just do it." Tomiko said, scowling at her.

"Yes maim."

She then placed the soup in front of his Mother. The maid hurried back to the kitchen and returned with some soup for Tomiko, and a salad for Michael. They ate in silence, except for his Mother's continual grumbling. Michael was startled; as every so often he heard his Mother utter a swear word, cursing his Father for being so insensitive.

About half way through the salad, and a very nice; full-bodied, white wine; both Michael's Uncle and his Dad came in the front door laughing at something not privileged to the rest of the family.

"Thank you for calling and letting me know that you were going to be late, Dear." Michael's Mother said to his Father sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, I lost track of the time."

"Oh good dinner is ready." Said his Uncle. "Let's eat brother, I'm starved."

After that they ate in silence. At the close of dinner, Michael excused himself, wishing everyone a good night, and left the house via the garden door. When he arrived in the hilltop hide away, Tomiko came out of the bathroom, wearing a pair of black satin panties, a t-shirt that said, "PARTY GIRL", and some knee high stockings. She placed her arms around him and said,

"Michael, do you think that the maid that served us dinner is cute?"

"I didn't look at her," he said, a little white lie on his lips. "I don't recall; why?"

"I think that I will have to tell my Father to dismiss her."

"Why would you do that?"

"I think that she likes you Michael."

"Don't do that Tomiko. I have no feelings for her whatsoever. The poor girl is just trying to please everyone. You are not that mean, are you?"

"No ... but if she ever looks at you that way again ... well let us just say; it won't be pretty."

"Jealously in such a sweet little girl. Don't do that. You are the only girl in the world for me; honest."

"I won't say anything to my Father, but just for you ... Michael. Do you like my panties?"

She began rubbing herself against him like a kitten looking for affection. Reaching down, she rubbed her hand against his groin area. When his penis began to get hard she said,

"Mmm, You do like my panties."

She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. She had him stand by the bed and knelt on the floor in front of him. After pulling down his pants and underwear, Tomiko, began stroking his cock. She then pushed him back gently until he was seated on the side of the bed. She placed her mouth on his penis, sucking it hard.

Michael was almost ready to cum, when they heard somebody, knocking at the front door. Tomiko told him to answer it, and said not to let whoever it was into the bathroom. Michael pulled up his pants and slipped on his t-shirt, slowly walking to the door, expecting the worst. When he opened the door, he found his Mother crying.

"What's wrong Mom; why are you crying?"

"Your Father has me so upset."

She walked in and started for the bathroom.

"I need some tissues Michael."

"There are some on the end table next to the couch. Come over here and sit down."

She proceeded to tell him that his father had changed a lot since they came to Japan. She suspected that he might be having an affair, and wanted Michael to follow him. He explained that he would not be a spy for her, or for his Father for that matter. He was not the type of son to get involved in his parents marital disputes.

Michael suggested she confront his Father with her suspicions, and talk it out. The conversation went on for an hour, until his Mother left. When he tapped on the bathroom door, Tomiko peeked out.

"Is she gone?"

"Yes ... finally."

"Come on Michael, let's go to bed. My butt is sore from sitting on the hard toilet seat. Please massage it for me."

They got into bed. Tomiko lay there on her stomach and Michael rubbed her butt as requested. As his hand slid over the perfect mounds, a finger would on occasion slip down between her cheeks, touching her butt hole, and further down to her puffy vaginal lips. She moaned and lifted her hips to make more contact.

Sliding a finger into her pussy, he felt that she was wet and wanted more. Moving on top of her, he slipped his cock into her vagina. She turned her head and looked at him smiling, an inexplicable smile. She was hot and willing to do anything he wanted. Tomiko was the perfect mate, even though she was his cousin.

"Oooooo, you are so good for me." She moaned, as she came spraying his groin area with her juices.

"You are perfect for me also. I will never have another woman in my life."

After she came again; he held her tight. Lying down beside each other, they looked deepin each other's eyes.

"We can no longer trust the privacy of this place, Michael. We will have to find somewhere more secluded. We will see about it tomorrow. There is a nice hotel called the Sabashi Omi Hotel in Osaka. It is out of the way, and it isn't too expensive.

Several of my girlfriends at school take their men friends there. They day clerk doesn't ask any questions and I will make the arrangements. I think I should go now. I'll see you in the morning."

She bent down and gave him a long lingering kiss. Michael touched her titties; then slid a hand down to her dripping pussy. As they kissed and he felt her up she said,

"Well I guess I don't have to go ... quite yet."

As he was on his back, she crawled on top of him and eased herself down onto his cock, sliding down slowly, as it disappeared into her vagina. She moved like a little girl on a wooden rocking horse, but very slow and very methodical. Her eyes closed as she leaned over and placed her warm hands on his chest. Michael reached up and took both of her titties in his hands, squeezing them.

She began to move a little faster, as the intensity grew between them. It took almost an hour to reach a peek of total sexual excitement, and she was now riding him like a rodeo star trying to remain on her steed.

Feeling the sperm, building in his balls, he grabbed her hips and thrust his pelvis upward, impaling her and causing her to groan. Tomiko's eyes were still closed, and everything except her quest for an orgasm was shut out of her mind.

From his angle he could see her moving very fast up and down, as her pussy enclosed his penis, then moved up almost letting it escape its warm wet captivity. She continued this for several more minutes, until he was witness to a gush of cum, running down his cock, onto his crotch and balls. It was wonderful, but it wasn't his cum. Tomiko had a tumultuous orgasm, and had fallen forward onto Michael's chest, breathing like she had finished third in the LA Marathon.

She didn't move. The only way he could tell she was still alive was her breathing and the vibration of her vagina around his cock. It was cool and they were both wet, so he pulled the covers over them. Michael knew that she didn't want to stay until morning, so he lay there watching the clock.

As he had not yet cum, his penis was still hard and snuggled deep into her pussy. Slowly he moved his hips upward, fucking her at a slow pace. It didn't take long that he was shoving as hard as he could in an attempt to bring some relief to his pent up lust. She was finally awake and began to move faster, helping him fuck her.

"Michael ... Oh ... Michael ... you do it for me so well. Please don't ever leave me. I couldn't go on, now that I know why I was born."

It finally happened. They both came at the same time, clutching each other in a fit of passion and lust, their fluids mixing in her vagina.

Michael's mouth was on her neck sucking hard as she emitted an almost undetectable scream. He held her tight in his arms, as his flaccid penis slowly, slipped from her tight vagina.

"Noooo. Don't take it out yet." She whispered in his ear, her tongue following her words, reaming his ear in a feeble attempt to build Michael's excitement one more time. She was not completely satisfied, and he would do anything not to disappoint her.

Michael moved out from under her, ignoring her complaints. He turned her over on her back then quickly moved down between her legs, placing his mouth on her pussy and began to suck hard. Her clitoris was swollen and larger than any other he had ever seen. It had to be a half inch in length and very stiff, like a tiny penis. Her mound was free from hair and slippery with their fluids. Michael was going to work some of his magic, and he knew she was ready for the show.

It only took three minutes for Tomiko to cum again. His face felt like he was in a rainstorm of her delicious fluids. The pain from where she was pulling his hair; was strangely satisfying as he knew that he was making her feel wonderful.

From past experiences, Michael was aware that he was on the brink of a sexual breakthrough that would make her want him forever. He continued sucking and licking until, he heard a snap in her vagina, reminiscent of Miyoko's climaxes. She then let go of his hair, and fell back into the soft pillow, her arms flopping out to the side devoid of strength.

He got out of bed and went into the bathroom for a towel. After drying off, he returned to her and patted her gorgeous body dry. She did not move. It was one in the morning before his little love mate finally regained consciousness.

"What time is it Michael?" she groaned.

"A little after one."

"I guess I had better go." She said reluctantly.

"Probably a good idea."

She sat up on the side of the bed, looking at the floor, her hands resting on her knees. A few minutes later she stood, wavering a little, then slowly walked into the bathroom. Michael heard the water run in the sink for a minute; then go off. She walked out several minutes later fully dressed and came over to the bed. She leaned down and kissed his numb lips and said,

"Goodnight Michael. I'll see you at breakfast."

"Good morning, Tomiko, and happy birthday."

"Thank you Michael; and thank you for the fabulous present."

The morning came quickly, and Michael unwillingly dragged himself from the bed. Taking a quick shower and brushing his teeth, he got dressed and as he was about to go out the door to the main house, the telephone rang. Michael picked it up and said,

"Hello?"

"Good morning lover. Would you like a nice blowjob; or some of my wet hot pussy?" Tomiko whispered.

"Who is this?" asked Michael with a smile.

"That's not funny Michael," Tomiko said abruptly. "Come down here and have breakfast. Everyone is waiting."

Telling her that he was on his way, he laughed and hung up the phone. It was eight o'clock and there was a gentle breeze coming from the ocean. As Michael walked past the Koi pond, he thought about how the last few days had changed his life forever.

As he walked in the house, and sat down at the table everybody was talking about the party, and what still needed to be done. The cute maid poured him a cup of coffee, keeping a watchful eye out for Tomiko as she poured. There was a pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice on the table. When Michael reached for it, he heard Tomiko's voice.

"I'll get it Michael-san."

She poured him some juice as he sat there looking at her. She was beautiful, and she was wearing a traditional White and Gold Geisha kimono and had her hair up, with long silver pins in it. On top of her head was a silver hair comb. The only difference between her appearance and a Geisha was, Tomiko had no white make up on her face. Michael's Father who was seated at his right said,

"Now that's what any real Japanese man should be looking for in a wife."

"Father, I'm sorry but I have already found the love of my life, and I am extremely happy with her."

Michael saw Tomiko smile as she moved toward the kitchen. She knew he was talking about her.

"Uncle, why is Tomiko serving breakfast on the day of her birthday celebration?"

"It's a custom my wife started when the girls were little Michael. The person who is having the birthday, serves breakfast thanking the parents for allowing them to be born."

Tomiko then returned with Michael's breakfast. She asked,

"Did you sleep well Michael-san?"

"Very well Tomiko. Thank you."

"Michael-san, my Sensei gave me some tickets for tomorrow nights' performance of the Kabuki. Do you think that you might like to go? The tickets are for the last show of the evening. It begins at ten and lasts about three hours. Will that be too late for you?"

"No; that's not too late. I can always take a nap during the day, before we go."

"Oh ... I have always wanted to see the Kabuki." Said his Mother. "Do you think there are more tickets available?"

"No they are sold out Auntie, but if you wish I'll get tickets for you and Uncle for the next possible performance."

"That would be wonderful. Thank you Tomiko."

"Michael-san it is a beautiful day. Would you like to take a drive down the coast and maybe; lie out under the sun or go swimming? The weather report says the water is unseasonably warm."

"Your party is tonight my daughter. I want you to be here on time."

"We will be back in plenty of time Father. I want Michael-san to enjoy his vacation as much as possible."

At nine-thirty, Tomiko went upstairs to her room and changed. She wore a pair of white shorts and a light blue blouse, that showed a little of her midriff, white running shoes and some knee high white stockings.

Michel returned to the guesthouse and picked up a pair of shorts, then met her at her car. They took off and drove toward Osaka. She pulled into the back parking lot of the Sabashi Omi Hotel. She told him to come with her, and they walked into the hotel via the back door.

At the registration desk she ask for "Kingi". The clerk on duty went to the back room and seconds later Kinji came out.

"We were referred to you by my classmate Yatsumi Yakamoto. She said that you would take care of our needs. We would like something in the back, out of the way."

"For today only?"

"No. Until April 28th. Can that be arranged?"

"That would be twenty-four days at sixty-four dollars a day American, plus twenty dollars a day for ... special handling, said Kingi checking his calculator a second time. That is two thousand sixteen dollars. Will that be ok?"

"That will be fine." Said Tomiko, with a smile opening her purse and removing an envelope. After counting out the cash, she asked,

"Is the room ready now?"

"Yes of course. Room 2106. If you wish to avoid the Lobby, there is an elevator down the hall, in the back adjacent to the rear door. Your key card will activate it. Say hello to Yatsumi for me."

"I will. Thank you."

They went back down the hallway, and located the elevator. It took them to the twenty-first floor. Room 2106 was just ten feet from the elevator. When they went in Tomiko looked around and said,

"Now this is a little more private than the guesthouse, is it not Michael?"

"Yes. It is very nice and very private. Tomiko ... I want to help pay for the room. It's only fair."

"Don't be silly. The money came from the Burusera. I didn't really work for it. Besides," she said with a sly smile, "I will get my money's worth."

With that statement, Tomiko took off her shoes and stockings, her blue top and her white shorts. She was down to her panties and a bra. She then crawled on the bed and looked into Michael's eyes seriously.

"Come here Michael, I want you."

Michael quickly stripped down to his boxers, and got onto the bed. Taking Tomiko in his arms, he kissed her long and deep. She sucked his tongue into her mouth and treated it much like she was sucking his cock. He found that she talents yet undiscovered. They had never attempted 69 before, however when Michael suggested it, she smiled and nodded her head.

He removed his underpants, as Tomiko slid her panties down her shapely legs. She dropped them to the floor and asked what she should do. He told her that as he was larger, he would be on his back and she should be on top of him with her head toward his feet. When they were in position, he felt her mouth cover his penis and with her hands cradling his butt, she began to suck. Michael's tongue found her slit and licked then sucked her clitoris and labia. She groaned with delight and sucked even harder.

They had been involved for about fifteen minutes, when she stopped all movement and said,

"Oh God Michael, it's coming."

Seconds later her nails jabbed him in the butt, and a thick creamy discharge came dribbling out of her pussy. Her momentary hesitation was over and she continued milking his cock with her mouth, while he lay there licking her lightly.

Soon after, the feeling he enjoyed most; began in his back then down to his balls. As they tightened, his legs began to tingle and his cum spurted into her mouth. In the few short days of practice she had become an expert, and swallowed his cum with a gulp. She then slowly turned around and crawled into his arms.

"Michael will you take me to Disneyland?"

"In Tokyo?"

"No; in California."

"When?"

"When I come to California; to live with you."

"You want to come back with me to California? That would be wonderful, but what would your Father say?"

"Nothing. He is aware that I want to go to a good college, and you live close to UCLA. Nobody knows that you broke it off with Lisa, so they will think I am living there with the two of you. She is the perfect "non-existent" chaperone. I can go to school and you can work, and we can make love. What do you think?"

"It sounds great. Do you think it will work?"

"Uh huh. I will e-mail my Father several times a week and tell him, how much I like Lisa and what a wonderful person she is; and how we have become good friends. I will tell him how well my studies are going and the things the three of us do together. However in reality, I will be your girlfriend -cousin. I believe it will be wonderful, and when you take me to Disneyland again, I will sit on your lap and you can really feel me up."

The thought of Tomiko going home with Michael was wonderful. She would be the perfect partner. There would never be complaints about children, or getting married. As far as she was concerned, on a higher level they were already married, and he knew she was happy with that.