SEVEN-MILE HIGH CLUB

Michael looked in the bathroom mirror. He had just turned thirty-two in January, but due to a hectic work schedule of sixty plus hours a week, he felt twice as old. Although it was Saturday, he felt compelled to go into work, at least for a couple of hours as he knew that his best friend, college buddy and partner, Jim Hutchinson would be there as he was every day. Washing his face, Michael felt his chin. He hadn't shaved in two days but, he detected only a hint of stubble and the fact that it was the week end, he would forgo the drudgery of shaving.

Squinting in the mirror his slightly slanted, bloodshot Irish-Japanese eyes looked like two burnt holes in a blanket. He laughed at the phrase, "two burnt holes in a blanket", which was one of his mother's favorite sayings. Michael was third generation Nisei as his father had been born in the United States. His grandfather came to the states from Japan, when he was eighteen before the Second World War, and fought the Nazis in Europe, from the cockpit of a P-51 mustang. He came home to his wife and two sons a war hero and a double ace.

Michael sat on the side of his bed, slipping on a pair of jeans, some white socks and Nike running shoes, happy that his Mother was in Japan with his Father and couldn't chastise him about sitting on the bed. She would have said,

"Michael, don't sit on the bed that way, you'll break it."

He had never heard from any other source; that sitting on a bed would cause it harm. While tying his shoes, he wondered if people seeing them actually thought that he ran. Running was as abhorrent to him as much as eating raw fish, maybe more so. He grabbed a t-shirt, which had been given to him by Lisa, a girl he dated for a couple of years. On the front of it was printed,

"Pain in the Ass Club President."

She had told him many times, "Michael you are a big pain in the ass." To which he replied, "I guess I must be doing it wrong."

"No you do it right. That's one of the reasons that I'm so crazy about you."

Michael stood in front of the open door of the refrigerator and looked for something. He wasn't sure what he wanted, but as his stomach was growling he knew that he needed something. Grabbing a gallon container of premium orange juice from its place in the door, he shook it then unscrewed the cap. Placing it to his mouth, he tipped it back and took a long drink, first looking around to make sure nobody would see him. He could hear his mother chastising him for not using a glass also.

Taking his High School letterman's jacket from the hall closet, he went out the door into his garage, making sure it was locked behind him. He pushed the automatic garage door opener and a cold brisk February breeze slapped him in the face, like a virgin who had been groped. Now he was happy that he didn't shave. Throwing a leg over his 1989 Kawasaki 1000, he sat on the seat and removed his helmet from the handle bars. After placing his fur lined gloves on his hands, he inserted the key and pushed the start button. Even though the bike had well over four hundred thousand miles on it and it was sixteen years old, it hummed like a church lady, who had forgotten the words to a hymn.

Michael pulled out of his garage activating the garage door again, then down the street and onto Wilshire Blvd, heading west toward the 405 freeway. Anybody might think that on Saturday morning, the freeway would be clear, however as the 405 was one of the main routes to LAX, it was bogged down as usual. Michael split traffic all the way to Century and took the off ramp with most of the other vehicles. However when they went west toward the airport, he turned left and completed the three miles, past the strip clubs that featured "live nude girls". He wondered if the sign didn't read "live"; would the guys going there expect "dead nude girls?" As Michael walked in the door to the office, Hutch's voice rang out,

"Mike is that you? I'm sure glad you're here buddy. We've got a problem."

"What?" asked Michael as he sauntered into the office.

"It's Merdock again. He's pissed because he hasn't received his shipment."

"I sent it Thursday, by FEDEX. He should have it by now." Michael picked up the phone and hit the speed dial for Merdock & Company. The phone made what sounded like a dozen bleeping sounds; then began to ring.

"Hello, This is Michael Yashamura, is Mr. Merdock there? Yes I'll wait."

Hutch sat there with a worried look, staring at Michael.

"Relax Hutch, you look like somebody ran over your dog. No I wasn't talking to you Mr. Merdock. Oh you did; Great? That's what I was calling about. Ok … fine, we'll talk to you later in the week then. Goodbye. Have a great weekend."

"He got it? Good; now I can relax. I'll tell you I was so worried. When Merdock called about twenty minutes ago, he was pissed. I thought we were going to loose him."

"We won't loose him, unless one of our competitors is willing to lower their prices forty percent. You really have to stop getting so upset. It's not good for you."

"Mike you don't have a wife and kids and a mortgage like I do. Wait until you are married and have kids. You won't think it will be as funny then."

"No I don't have a wife and kids and I don't think I ever will, but I do have a nineteen hundred dollar a month lease and I go out at least three times a week. What I spend on dating would put one of your kids through UCLA. You know, I don't remember thinking that it was going to be this difficult to run our own business, do you?"

"No I don't."

"Well maybe we should both stop worrying. The company gained twenty percent in the last quarter, and I think we are going to have to hire another person. There is just too much work for the six of us."

"As always, you're right." Hutch mumbled, "I've been here since seven, so I guess I'll go home. Jamie has a little league game at one. Don't stay too long Mike. You deserve some time off too. Hey do you want to come to the game? You haven't seen the family in a long time, and we are going to have a bar-b-queue after."

"No thanks, I have several letters to write and I've got a diner date tonight. Speaking of time off. Do you think you can hold this whole thing together for a few weeks? My parents have been bugging me to go to Osaka, for a visit. I haven't seen them in almost three years."

"If we can hire that person you were talking about, I think it would be OK. I know it will do you a lot of good, but didn't you tell me that you didn't like to fly."

"Yah, but unfortunately it's the only way to get there, so I guess I'll have too."

"OK", said Hutch, "I'll guess I'll see you Monday then. I'm outta' here. If my wife calls tell her I left a half hour a go. See ya'."

Michael just nodded his head as Hutch left the office. He could think of several dozen places he would rather be at the time, but work was first. As he caught up on his correspondence, Michael thought about having a wife and kids. Not possible he thought; as five years ago, when the business was in its infancy, he made a decision that would affect the rest of his life. He secretly had a vasectomy. It wasn't just because of the business; it was more. Michael didn't like what children did to a marriage, or a relationship. It's tough enough to keep two people together, without the battle between parents and kids. He was witness, almost on a daily basis to the situation between Hutch, his wife and his two children. If for some unknown reason he had to have kids someday, he could always adopt.

Although, he was born in the United States to a second generation Japanese father and a first generation Irish mother, he still felt a strong connection to his heritage and his grandfather's homeland of Japan. Michael's Dad was not religious, but his Mom was Irish Catholic, so when it came to religion, his Mother believed it would beneficial for him to be raised Catholic. When he was in his early teens, his Mom even broached the subject of him going into the priesthood. Michael considered it for a few seconds, but as he had no sexual desires toward boys, he told her no. In 1985 Michael's Uncle sold his construction company and moved back to Japan. He was married there and had two daughters. Mike's Dad finely sold his restaurant business three years ago and moved to Osaka, where Mike's Uncle had a new construction business.

Michael's parents had written and called several times, asking him to visit them. Especially since his Aunt, Uncle and two cousins had come to California for a visit in 2001. His Dad even told him he would send him first class tickets on JAL, Japan Air Lines, if he would spend a few weeks with them. As he had many relatives in Japan, he decided it would be a good time to make the trip. He felt that some time away from the business might clear his mind, and help him forget about his breakup with Lisa.

Well the time finally arrived, they had hired a girl part time to help out. Hutch; would take over the business, for a few weeks so Mike could go. Mike's ex-girlfriend, Lisa was out of the picture, as over the past two years, she had continually bugged him about getting married. It wasn't that he didn't care for her. It was just that she always had to have the last word, and had to be in control no matter what he wanted. It seemed like they argued most of the time, so with some regret he ended the two-year relationship. It wasn't a difficult breakup, when he told her that he was unable to have children. The only thing he missed was the sex. Lisa was a very sexy female, and he was reasonably sure she would do OK .., at least he hoped she would.

It was March 16 and Michael's plane was scheduled to take off from LAX at 1:55 pm. With luck it would arrive in Osaka at ten minutes to six in the evening, of the following day. That seems like a flight of twenty-eight hours, but it is really a lot less. Something about the international dateline and traveling west against the turn of the earth. Still it's a long time to be in the air, especially for someone who doesn't necessarily like to fly. He had flown before; once to San Francisco on business, and he and Lisa had taken three short trips to Las Vegas, however those flights were only about forty-five minutes. Mike arrived at the airport via Airport Express, around ten in the morning. He wanted to be early due to the time it would take to be cleared through TSA. Lisa said TAS was short for Tough Shit Airlines, but it actually stood for Transportation Security Administration.

As he was traveling first class, JAL checked him through quickly, and directed him to the First Class Lounge. The lounge was great, as they served a continental breakfast, of fruit, coffee and sweet rolls. They had DVD movies on small seat mounted televisions; music on CD's, and a small library of books and magazines. However even with all of the things to do, Michael couldn't get the long flight to Japan off his mind, and was to say the least apprehensive. Grandfather; thought Michael, where are your chromosomes when I need them. You flew all over Europe for three years, being shot at and shooting down Nazi planes. Michael was almost embarrassed about his fear of flying. After all what could happen? He new what could happen and he didn't want to think about it.

The passengers began boarding the plane about a half hour, prior to take off. The airplane was a 747 and the first class cabin was in the upper deck. The seats were large and would adjust to several positions, including a horizontal position for sleeping. One of the flight attendants brought him a glass of champagne. She must have seen that he was a little nervous, as she didn't bring any to anyone else.

Michael became very nervous and his palms were sweaty when the airplane began to taxi out onto the tarmac. The plane sat at the beginning of the runway for several minutes while the pilot and flight crew preformed the run up. Michael finished his drink, as the flight attendants went through their ritual, explaining what to do in the rare case of a water landing. Water landing my ass; Michael thought, they meant a crash into the ocean. I should have traveled by ship, but it would have taken three weeks each way.

Although Michael wasn't ready, the 747 began rolling down the runway, slowly at first then gaining speed. It felt like he was a passenger on a giant bus bouncing down some highway; headed for disaster. Grabbing hold of the armrests Michael took a deep breath and held it as the pilot rotated the yoke, and the plane lifted into the air. He heard a clunking sound as the landing gear folded up and stowed in the area under the airplane. It was loud and sounded like something had broken, but the airplane continued moving up and away from the earth through some patchy clouds over Manhattan beach.

After an altitude gain of about three thousand feet, the mammoth plane banked north and headed up the California coast. After a few minutes he gathered all of his strength, looked out of the window and saw what he believed was Ventura. The airplane then banked, only this time to the left, and headed out over the Pacific Ocean; too late now Michael thought, they were committed. A few minutes later a gorgeous little Japanese flight attendant with a JAL name tag that displayed, "My name is Miyoko" came around and asked if there was anything he wanted. Michael said, with a nervous smile,

"Maybe a parachute?"

She covered her mouth and giggled. He was momentarily lost in her beauty and charm, and wanted her right then. He knew having her was just a daydream; but a very nice daydream. She brought more champagne, a small snack of cheese and crackers, and handed Michael a dinner menu. She then asked, if there was anything special he required. Smiling, he thought about how wonderful it would be to have sex with her, however shook his head, sipping the champagne. He thought, a few more glasses of this stuff and he wouldn't care if the plane flew the whole trip upside down. Michael was getting a nice buzz.

From the menu provided, he picked a 9oz. filet, baked potato, asparagus and coffee. Dinner was brought to him around five o'clock, Los Angeles time. He thought that if he didn't change his watch from California time, he wouldn't get jet lag. He was wrong of course. Jet lag occurs on people traveling west as the airplane is continuing longer in sunlight, or in darkness.

The food was great; hats off to JAL. The coffee was good enough to drink without cream and sugar and equal to Starbuck's standards. After dinner the gorgeous little flight attendant, ask him if he wanted desert. Joking Michael told her he wanted all three deserts on the menu. Cream Brule, strawberry ice cream and chocolate mousse. Her hand quickly covered her mouth again, and she emitting a cute little giggle that drove him wild. There was a term that Michael was feeling. It had been discuss in Physiology class at UCLA. The professor called it "Instant unrequited love". Michael knew it would be gone when he was not around her anymore.

Although he had been kidding about the deserts, she returned ten minutes later, with all three on a small plastic tray. Instead of explaining the joke, Michael ate them all. The seats in first class were wonderful and had a six by eight inch television screen built in. He had a choice of five different movies, six television programs, without commercials, and several music stations. The instructions, detailed how the seat would provide a heated massage also. Michael knew right then that he really needed one of the seats for his apartment. Man what a trip; first class all the way, he thought. Thanks Mom and Dad.

About two hours later, Miyoko who seemed to be his personal flight attendant, returned with a blanket and a pillow. He asked if her name was pronounced Mi-yo-ko as it was written or Me-yo-ko.

"Meyoko." she said.

"What does it mean?"

"Beautiful child." She whispered as she lowered her head and covered her mouth with her hand.

"Your parents really knew what they were doing when they named you."

"Thank you Michael."

At first he was a little surprised that she knew his name. Of course she had to; this was first class. All of the flight attendants knew the names of their passengers. But somehow just for a second, he felt special. She showed him how to adjust the seat to a horizontal position then covered him with a blanket. As she was tucking him in, she knelt down and reached under the blanket. Her hand went to his penis and began to massage it through the nylon jogging pants he was wearing. She looked him in the eyes, smiled and then whispered,

"When you are readyMichael, go down the hall to the number one first class bathroom. I will follow. When I knock, turn off the lights."

"When?" he asked.

"When you are ready."

She smiled then moved her hand inside of his underpants taking hold of his penis squeezing it and stroking it lovingly.

Although the sun had not quite set, Michael's watch displayed ten o'clock Los Angeles time, and he noticed most of the passengers in first class were asleep. Michael looked around however didn't see Miyoko. As he had to pee, probably from all of the champagne and coffee, he got up and walked down the short hallway to the restroom. Inside he found that the restrooms were fairly large compared to coach. After urinating, and washing his hands, he heard a quiet tap at the door. Shutting off the lights, Michael opened it. Miyoko slid through the door quickly and closed it again; locking it behind her.

Putting her arms around his neck, she kissed him and said that she didn't have much time. She placed a towel on the utility table then lifted her uniform dress above her waist displaying a cute pair of white lace panties. She then whispered for him to help her on to the table. With her legs spread wide, she pulled him between them. She quickly pulled his jogging pants and underwear down; revealing that Michael's cock was hard and ready. She took hold of it with her left hand, covering her mouth with the other and giggled. Moving his cock against her panty covered pussy she moaned lightly. She told him to pull her panties to the side and push his cock into her pussy.

As they fucked, it was like he had been fucking her for years. She placed her arms around his neck, and wrapped her legs around his waist, then whispered in his ear,

"I wanted you as soon as I saw you. I'm on the pill Michael, so you can fuck me hard and squirt your cum deep in my pussy."

After several minutes her tight pussy squeezed so hard that he was about to cum, and he told her. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain in his right earlobe. Miyoko had bit his ear to keep him from cuming. She then slid her tongue in his ear, and told him to fuck her harder.

After fifteen more minutes of very hard steady fucking, Miyoko whispered that she was going to cum, and Michael doubled his speed. She held him close and he felt her stomach tighten, then heard her pussy make a popping sound. Just as she closed her eyes and relaxed, he came inside of her. There was so much cum, that her stomach tightened again and her pussy fired off another noisy climax, covering his cock and crotch with her thick pussy juice. She didn't let go of him; as Lisa would have and held him tight not letting him pull out of her. As she held him, she began to lightly kiss the side of his neck.

Asking him to get her a wet washcloth, she used it to clean her pretty hairless pussy and then his penis. When Michael helped her down she told him to sit on top of the toilet seat. She knelt down between his legs and bent her head to his lap. Taking his penis in her mouth, she began sucking it. This was one of the most wonderful experiences he had ever had, maybe because it was with a beautiful stranger 37,000 feet in the air. She continued to suck him until he was hard again. Within ten minutes Michael was cuming in her mouth. She swallowed his cum, then looked up at him and smiled.

"If you would like to be with me again, have a two night layover in Osaka."

"I would love to be with you again Miyoko."

She then told him that she had to return to the flight attendants station, so her co-worker could take special care of an older gentleman. She handed him a card from the Osaka Hilton Hotel. Her full name and phone number was written on the back. She said,

"Thank You Michael, this was very nice. Please call me … Please."

Miyoko then turned out the lights, and slipped out into the hallway. Michael waited for several minutes; then returned to his seat satisfied. He fell asleep easily. Although it was still dark outside, he woke up sometime later. His watch displayed eight in the morning. No wonder it took some people days to recover from jet lag. Miyoko came by his seat leaned down and kissed him quickly, then asked how he slept. Michael told her he slept like a baby and enjoyed being a member of the Mile-High Club. She smiled and whispered in his ear,

"Seven-Mile High Club, Michael."

She was right. 37,000 feet, divided by 5,280 feet is a little over seven miles. Even though he had slept a long time, there was still ten hours to go before the plane would land. A new breakfast menu was provided. Michael knew that lunch would be served prior to landing, so he had a small pot of coffee, a sweet roll, two glasses of orange juice and three glasses of champagne.

Miyoko came by at fifteen to twenty minute intervals. When he ask her about the other passengers in first class, she told him smiling, that he was her special passenger. The three other first class flight attendants would take care of the rest of the passengers, and that he should not be concerned. He got up and went into the bathroom again, half hoping that Miyoko would join him. No such luck, so he peed and returned to his seat.

Miyoko made her rounds about fifteen minutes later and whispered,

"I saw you go into the restroom, and I wanted to join you, but there are too many passengers awake. If everything works out we will be together at the hotel tonight."

She smiled again; then went about her business. Michael checked out a news station and found that no airplanes had gone down in the last twelve hours. That was a great relief because he was on one of them. About forty minutes later, she came by again and stood to the right of his chair. She leaned down and whispered,

"Michael, put your hand up under my skirt and feel me. With me behind your chair, the other passengers can't see you."

She stood with her legs apart, so he had easy access to her crotch. Quickly he slid his hand up and felt her damp panties. Sliding a finger under the edge, it found its way into her vagina. It only took about ten quick strokes of his finger and Miyoko began to dribble her juices. As he removed his hand she gave him a hot towel, to clean it. After using the towel, he put it up to his face and inhaled the pungent aroma of her sweet pussy. She took the towel back and said,

"I have to go to the restroom Michael. I'll see you before lunch. Thank you again, so much."

Relaxing, he began to read a technical book, which he had brought. It was dull, so he put on his earphones, and placed a jazz CD in the player. The Artist's sax; and the fact it was still dark outside sent him off into a nice dreamy state. When he awoke, he realized that he had taken a three-hour nap. The time in the air was beginning to get on his nerves, but as there was nothing he could do about it, he looked for a movie on the DVD stations. If Miyoko hadn't been on the flight, it would have been much longer, and much less enjoyable he thought.

Finding an old movie called "Splash" staring Tom Hanks, and Darryl Hannah as a beautiful mermaid, Michael sat back and enjoyed watching it again. When the movie was over, Miyoko came up to his seat and presented him with a new lunch menu. It was just getting light outside.

"What would you recommend, pretty lady?"

Her hand went to her mouth; followed by a giggle. "Me!" she whispered. "I would like you to eat me, Michael."

"That would be wonderful. I'll have a double order please."

Knowing that she was not on the menu he picked, a bacon, lettuce and avocado sandwich, chips and a coke. Miyoko said she would make it especially for him. He wondered if she would rub the avocado on her pussy. No, of course not. Sometimes he knew he had some weird ideas, however he wondered if the taste of the avocado would change much with pussy juice on it.

Lunch was good but he wanted something more; but she wasn't available. Michael wondered if he could slide his tongue all the way in to her vagina. She was so tight; probably not. The pilot came on the intercom and announced that the plane would be landing in five hours and thirty-two minutes. Michael thought about his Dad and the fact that he was going to meet him at the airport, but he wanted to go to the hotel with Miyoko, so when she returned he ask her how he could get in touch with his Dad and save him the trip. She lifted a compartment lid on the seat, and removed a telephone. She said,

"Dial a number 1, followed by the area code, then the number."

He followed her directions, and heard it ringing. The voice of his father said,

"Hello."

"Dad, it's me ... Michael."

"Son? Where are you?"

"Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, about five hours out. The reason I called is to tell you not to meet me at the airport. I have business in Osaka for a couple of days, then I will get a ride out to your place."

"What kind of business Michael? Monkey business? Did you meet a girl on the airplane?" He chuckled. "OK son, I was young once too. Call me when your "BUSINESS" is done and I will pick you up."

"Thanks for understanding Dad. You are number one."

"No, number two, obviously. OK have your fun, and then call me. Love you son. Goodbye."

Miyoko stood there with an inquisitive look on her face.

"What did your father say?"

"He said that I'm yours for three days and two nights."

"I think that I would like your father!"

She turned and walked back to the flight attendants station. Watching her as she walked away, made him want her even more, but he was going to have to wait, damn it. The rest of the flight was inconsequential and he sat looking out the window at the clouds miles below. Funny but they all looked like naked girls. Michael began to read again and lost track of the time. The intercom came on and the Captain stated that the airplane would be landing in thirty minutes and they were now descending and on the landing approach.

Just prior to landing, Miyoko came by his seat and said,

"Michael, after you go through customs and get your baggage, meet me in front of the JAL terminal. We can ride to the hotel together. OK?"

"OK, don't leave without me."

"I would never do that Michael."

The plane touched down, and taxied to the terminal. When he was getting off, Miyoko was standing by the door.

"We really enjoyed having you … as a guest." she said with a big smile. "Please come again."

"Believe me, I am looking forward to it."Picking up his two bags after going through customs, he made his way to the front door of the terminal. It was good to have his feet on the ground. As Michael walked out into the sunshine, he saw Miyoko's beautiful face smiling at him. She told him that she had a cab waiting and to follow her. They got in and sat back. He took her face in both of his hands and began to kiss her lightly on the lips. She just moaned,

"Ooohh Michael, I need you."

It only took fifteen minutes to the Hilton. Michael paid the driver, and got out. The driver handed Michael his bags, and he went into the Hotel. Miyoko was at the front desk as he walked up. She gave him a keycard and a note, but didn't look at him. The note said,

'Room 1135. Wait fifteen minutes; then come up. The keycard is for the elevator, and the room.'

He saw a lounge chair in the lobby, went over and sat down. Michael checked his watch about twenty-five times in the next fifteen minutes, and then walked to the elevator.

Inserting the key card in the slot, he pushed eleven on the keypad. His heart was beating very fast as the elevator began to move upward. When the elevator stopped with a "ding" Michael's heart stopped for a second also. The room numbers were displayed on the wall. 1100-1125 to the right, displayed with an arrow. Rooms 1126-1150, to the left. He quietly knocked on the door and herd Miyoko's voice say,

"Come in Michael."

He pulled his bags into the room, and left them in the closet alcove. It was a small room, but it had a large queen sized bed. Miyoko was on the bed, wearing only a pair of white satin panties. Her titties were not large, but full. She patted the bed next to her and said,

"Get undressed and come to bed. We can take a shower later."

Pulling off his shirt, Michael sat on the bed and began to untie his shoelaces. Miyoko was behind him with her hands around him, massaging his chest.

"Hurry Michael."

"We have three days Miyoko."

"Not enough." She moaned.

In just his underwear, he got on the bed and she pulled him into her arms. As he kissed her, she mumbled,

"Kiss my pussy, lick it Michael; suck it."

Moving his head down between her legs he licked and kissed her satin panties, his tongue slid up and down. Pulling her panty crotch over, her mound was displayed beautifully. There wasn't a hair in sight.

Michael loved a girl with a bare pussy, as the hair doesn't get in the way when you kiss it. The first pussy he had ever seen was in the second grade. It didn't have any hair either. That was twenty – three years ago. Some things never change.

He began by licking Miyoko's smooth mound, then sucking on her clitoris, an activity at which he excelled. His tongue slid up and down her wet slit and she groaned. In fact she groaned whenever he did anything to her. Quickly he pulled her panties down; then lifted her legs over his shoulders. He tried to stuff his tongue deep in to her vagina. It was sweet and dripping.

Lisa, Michael's ex-girlfriend sometimes would have oral sex after a lot of preparation and several hours of his begging. Sometimes it just didn't seem to be worth all of the trouble. She didn't like him going down on her, as she said it was dirty, but when she finally came she didn't complain. Sucking his cock was something Lisa hated, letting him know it each and every time she did it. He could count the times she sucked him off, on one hand and have a finger left over. Lisa could really fuck, however. She loved to fuck. The last time she gave him a blowjob, he wasn't thinking and came in her mouth. She became so angry she was red in the face and yelling.

"Michael." She said spitting out his cum, "I told you never to do that. I hate that. It's just filthy. I'll never do that again, if you can't control yourself."

Michael felt as though he was being scolded; by his third grade teacher. Millions of girls around the world would disagree with her, he thought. Oh well that's the way things go. That was only one of the reasons they were no longer together.

His neck felt tight as Miyoko, squeezed it with her legs, and pulled his hair. She let out a squeal as her pussy made a loud "pop" almost like a starter pistol. Her sticky juice coated his face, as she ground her pussy hard against his tongue and lips. He was pleased that she enjoyed it so much.

She then lay back quietly. For a second he thought it was too much and he might have hurt her, but when he moved up and rested his head on her titty, he could her heart beating like a jackhammer.

Thinking, well as long as I'm here, he moved his mouth to her pink little nipple and began to suck lightly. She moaned again,

"Uuummm Michael."

After just a few minutes, she changed positions, pulled his cock out of his underpants, slid it into her mouth and began to suck. Michael fell back on the pillow, as it was now his turn. He was on his left side, as was Miyoko. He lifted her leg and began to feel her up. She groaned as his finger moved all the way up into her vagina, to her cervix. As she sucked him, he finger fucked her. The harder she sucked the faster his finger went. After just a few minutes, he felt the tingling in his thighs, a chill up his back and a strong pressure in his balls.

"I'm cuming." he told her, as the first of his juice shot out of his penis. She didn't hesitate, or even slow down. One gulp and it was gone.

"Mmmm." She said with a smile. "Tastes good."

"Thank you." he whispered, out of breath. "That was the best blowjob I have ever had."

Of course he told all of the girls the same thing. Every blowjob is the best, until the next one.

"I liked it too, Michael. It was sweet, and a little salty."

They lay there holding each other, touching and fondling. He loved her titties and bare little pussy. She was short, about five foot four, maybe five-five. With her hairless pussy and small titties, she looked to be only fifteen or sixteen. Of course he knew better, as she had to be at least twenty-one to work for JAL.

Michael had noticed that many Japanese women looked younger than they actually were. When you check the Internet porn photos of Japanese girls in school uniforms, you know that they must be at least eighteen, but some of them appear to be somewhere between thirteen and sixteen.

Michael often wondered why some men even want little girls. They are just children and have no idea about sex or anything connected with it. Maybe it's because the girls are innocent virgins; or maybe it is because the girls have had no sexual experiences with which to compare the men.

It was about this time that Miyoko had played with his cock enough to make it hard again. She then got up on her knees, and threw one leg over him. As she eased down, she guided his cock up into her dripping pussy.

"Michael, I want you to relax. I am going to do it to you for a long time and then I will do it very hard and fast."

When she moved down completely, his cock was fully into her. She took his hands and placed them on her titties, then began to move forward and back slowly, like she was riding a mechanical bull. After a long while she was moving very fast. Her head was thrown back. She mumbled,

"Oooo ... Yes ... yes ... yessss!"

As he had cum, a while before this all started, he wouldn't be able to cum again for quite some time. Miyoko moved faster and faster; then with no thought for anything, or anyone she came hard. The "popping" sound was unmistakable. He had never known a girl who had a pussy that would explode almost every time she came. It was fascinating.

Miyoko then lay down on top of him, squeezing his cock periodically with her vagina. This was the trip of his life. He had not been on vacation for years, and he was really enjoying this one. A little while later, he asked her if she would like to have some dinner. She said, kissing him on his chest,

"Everything I want is right here, Michael."

They drifted off to sleep, Miyoko still on top of him. She couldn't have weighed more than a hundred and ten pounds, so he wasn't uncomfortable. When he woke it was dark outside. A small Japanese lantern was lit in the corner of the room. Miyoko had pulled the sheet and covers over them. When he moved she looked at him and said,

"Whoff-whoff."

"What?"

"Michael, do it to me 'doggie style'. I really like it that way."

'What a girl', he thought. 'Whoff-whoff. She was up for anything.'

She crawled off of him; then got on her hands and knees looking at him over her shoulder. Michael moved up behind her placed both hands on her butt cheeks; then eased his penis into her vagina. Sex with a girl like Miyoko, was the best there was. He was in heaven. As he was fucking her, she buried her head in one of the soft pillows and screamed. Obviously she did like it this way more than any other. He fucked her for a full forty minutes. During that time she came at least six times. When he finally came, he was dripping with perspiration, and very dehydrated. His limp cock slid from her pussy and he crawled off the bed. He chuckled as Miyoko, just laid there with her butt still in the air and her face in the pillow.

"Do you want anything?"

"No thank you." She said, "I think he have had enough; for a while anyway."

Michael was becoming concerned that he wouldn't be able to keep her satisfied. They had more sex in the past few hours, than he and Lisa had in any full week. It was sad, but true. He went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of "Hilton bottled spring water". Was everyone in the water business? Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, he placed it on the chair. Although Michael was naked and still dripping, he sat in the chair and turned on the television. They were showing an episode of "I love Lucy", in Japanese. It was the one where Lucy and Ethyl, took jobs in the chocolate factory, and the supply belt got going faster and faster. He laughed, as Lucy was eating the chocolates and putting them down her uniform blouse. When he was laughing loud Miyoko said,

"Huh?"

"Nothing baby, go back to sleep."

Her beautiful butt was still sticking up in the air, and she had cum running down her leg. Michael got out of the chair and went over to the bed, pulled the covers over her and tucked her in. After "Lucy", during an episode of "The Love Boat", also in Japanese, Michael fell asleep. It was getting a little cool so he turned off the TV and crawled back into bed, next to his little flight attendant. She had a snore that sounded like a tiny kitten purring. Suddenly, It was morning. He wasn't sure of the time, but the sun was up and he smelled coffee. Miyoko had gone down to the lobby and picked up some coffee and sweet rolls.

Michael leaned on one elbow and looked at her through blurry eyes. She said,

"Would you like some coffee Michael?"

He didn't say anything, but nodded his head. She came over to the bed and handed him a cup of the hot, dark liquid.

"You sure know how to make a girl feel wonderful. I slept like I had never slept before. No man has ever done it for me that well. Would you like to take a shower?"

"That would be nice. I could use a shower right now."

Michael was still naked and sipping his coffee, as Miyoko took his hand and led him into the bathroom. She quickly stripped down to the buff and turned on the shower then took his hand again.

"Come on Michael, get under the spray."

She picked up a bar of soap and removed the paper wrapper. After soaking him with the warm water, she began to move the soap all over his body like an artist covering a canvas with paint. Her hand then went down to his balls and began to ceremoniously lather them. Moving up a little to his penis, she washed it with affection. As she was fully into her chore of getting him clean, he took the soap and slid his hands over her titties. Her nipples became hard in just a few seconds. Michael rinsed them then lowered his head and placed his mouth on her nipple. When she moaned, he sucked it into his mouth.

With a child like voice she asked,

"Do you want to put your big peepee in my pussy mister?"

"Yes, bend over little girl."

As she bent at the waist, Michael got behind her and slipped his cock into her tight pussy. Holding her hips as tight as he could, he fucked her hard. She came twice in ten minutes. Then he pulled his cock out of her and squirted cum on to her butt, and her back. She sat down on the shower seat, and pulled him over to her. Holding his ass and digging her nails into it, Miyoko took his cock in her mouth and began to suck him again as the water pelted his back. She knew how to do everything perfect. She was professor emeritus of sex, and could teach in any girl's college.

It took almost a half hour, for him to cum, and when he did, there was only a little bit squirting into her mouth. They got out of the shower, and dried each other off. It was exciting, as Miyoko seemed to be in love with his cock. In fact, it was beginning to get a little sore. His cock hadn't had this much attention, since he was fourteen and found his Dad's copy of the Kama-Sutra.

In one month, he must have masturbated at least seventy times. He did it twice a day, sometimes three. Michael would sit on the commode, and lay the book open on the top of the hamper, being careful not to get it messy. His Dad never said anything, however Michael thought that he knew what was going on; probably because of the bent pages. His mother even commented about the dark rings under his eyes. Michael explained that it was due to the late hours and all of the homework he had. She even threatened to go to his school, and talk to the teachers about cutting back on the homework. From fourteen to twenty, he jacked off at least once a day, except for Thanksgiving and Christmas. It just didn't seem right to do it on those days for some reason.Although Michael was with Mioko, his mind continued to wander back to when he was twenty in junior college. He was in his second and last year at Santa Monica JC, and became close the love of his life. At least she was at the time. Her name was Jessica Miller. She was eighteen and just out of high school. She had blond hair, blue eyes and a wonderful smile. Her face and body were things that God must have bragged about. Her figure was comparable to any girl he had seen in his father's PLAYBOY magazines, even better. Not too large, but almost perfect titties, and an absolutely perfect rear end. When he was close to her she had a special aroma; kind of like fresh baked cookies.

Michael was in love, or lust and could not think whenever she was around. Jessica and Michael had known each other since junior high school, when she tripped him accidentally in the hallway, but being two years younger, she was in a different class and they didn't hang around with the same crowd. As he was half Japanese, he had always felt that many people didn't like him very much. Even though the only obvious Japanese trait he had was slightly slanted eyes.

It was 1993, and Michael was in the student union one morning, reading a required book on Physics, while drinking a cup of vending machine coffee; which bordered on swill. He had wished that he hadn't waited a whole year between High School and JC, but he wanted to find himself, whatever that meant.

Miss. Miller came over to where he was seated and said,

"Hello Michael. Tell me; why don't you like me?"

Not being positive of her motives, Michael hesitated staring into her beautiful blue eyes. Then as he felt like he had nothing to loose he said,

"I do like you Jessica. I like you a lot. I always have."

"Then why haven't you ask me out? Do you think that I'm ugly, or not good enough for you?"

"God … no Jessica, you are one of the most beautiful girls I have ever known. It's … just … well … I …uh, it's that I don't, uh. Well I don't know. I never thought that you liked me, that way."

"So?" she asked abruptly, looking down at him.

"What?"

"Are you going just to sit there and stutter or are you going to ask me out?"

"Jessica, would you like to go out with me; please?"

With Michael's question, her demeanor made a hundred and eighty degree swing and she said in a sweet voice, "Yes Michael, I would love to go out with you." as though it had been his idea the entire time. "Tomorrow night we can double date with my friend Darlene and her boyfriend Mac. Be at my house at six-thirty, and dress casual. When you come over you can park your motorcycle in the back."

Jessica then turned like some ARMY sergeant had yelled "about face" then walked over and sat down by Darlene. Michael was in awe, as he would never been able to talk to anyone like that. He guessed he was just too shy. The idea of a double date, with "Mac"; George McKinley, was not an event to which Michael was looking forward. Mac was a self opinionated, jock. He was brash, boring and very much involved with himself, continually bragging about his prowess in the game of football; and incapable of carrying on a conversation on any other subject. To tell the truth, Mac was a very good football player, and probably would have been playing for an 'Ivy League' college, had his grades been better. Michael just couldn't get passed Mac's incessant bragging, but for Jessica he would fight his natural revulsion and make the attempt.

Saturday, Michael was up early and did his "chores". When he told his mother about the double date with Jessica, she told him to put on a suit and she would to pick out a tie for him, until he explained that it was a casual date and Jessica had told him to "dress casual".

"Well OK Michael, but this is a first date. You do want to impress the young lady don't you?"

"She must already have been impressed Mom. She ask me out, in a round about way."

"You shouldn't be surprised? You are a very handsome young man. Many of my friends have commented that you look like a younger version of that news commentator on channel 7. You know who I'm talking about don't you? The anchor man."

"David Ono?"

"Yes … David Ono. I knew that I would think of his name."

Michael knew not to argue about who thought of his name and said,

"A few of my friends in school have said the same thing. Maybe there is something to it."

"Ok, well have fun. When do you think you will be coming home?"

"I don't know, but not too late as Jessica is only eighteen and she may have an early curfew."

"OK Michael, be on your best behavior."

"Yes Mom, I will."

At six-twenty five, Michael pulled his Kawasaki motorcycle up Jessica's driveway. He did as she told him and parked it in the backyard, where nobody would bother it. He locked it and knocked on the back porch door. After a couple of minutes, Jessica's mother came to the door with a mixed drink in her hand.

"You must be Michael. Jessica has been talking about you for a long time. I'm her mother. You can call me Ann. Come on in Michael."

At that point, he didn't know what to do, as Ann, who was between thirty and thirty-five, was wearing an almost transparent yellow nightgown, yellow see through panties, a white garter belt and high heals. It was like looking into the sun. He felt as though his might go blind if he looked directly at her. She was as beautiful and as sexy as her daughter, just a slightly older version. They looked like sisters, but not like Mother and Daughter. She sure didn't look like Michael's mother, or any others mothers he had ever seen. Ann didn't even look like a mother. She looked more like a PLAYBOY playmate of the month or a Victoria's Secret model. At the time he had a feeling that he should call Hugh Hefner or maybe Larry Flynt.

"Jessica is still getting ready." Ann said, sitting on the couch, slowly sipping her drink. "Don't tell her I told you, but she is really excited. Sit down and relax." She pointed to the chair across from her. "You know how girls are when they are getting ready for a date."

"No, not really." He mumbled nervously, sitting across from Ann keeping his posture as straight as possible. He could not believe his eyes, as Ann was leaning back on the couch with her legs spread wide, her pussy slit showing through the gossamer, almost invisible panties, revealing that she had recently shaved her pussy mound clean. The scene reminded him of a PLAYBOY article. It was called "The girls of Copenhagen", which showed the Danish prostitutes sitting in the windows of the whorehouses, displaying their charms. When Michael's cock began to stiffen he heard her say,

"Trust me, they want to be perfect for their man. You must be someone very special; for her to take two showers before a date. She has been getting ready all day. I really hope you are worth it. Jess said that you were handsome, but she didn't say how handsome. She probably didn't want any competition from me. If you had been my boyfriend in junior high, I probably would have been pregnant long before I was fifteen."

Michael just smiled. What could he say to her statement? He was pleased that she thought he was nice looking, but embarrassed all the same, so he said,

"Thank you Mrs. Miller."

"My name is Ann. Ann Edwards. Mrs. Miller was Jessica's grandmother. I was never married to her Dad. We were just friends. Really good friends." she said finishing her drink; then added, "and He was really well hung."

Just then Jessica came out of her bedroom. She looked so fantastic; that Michael was afraid his eyes would begin to bleed. He had an urge to grab her, throw her down on the couch, pull off her panties and fuck her right there in front of her mother. But even though her mother appeared to be very liberal, he didn't think she was quite that liberal.

"You look wonderful Jessica."

"Thank you Michael, you look very nice yourself."

Not knowing what else to say, he stood there and stared at Jessica, glancing at her Mother every so often. Jessica was wearing a very short lavender mini skirt, a light green, almost see through blouse and white running shoes, with long white stockings that came almost up to her knees. It was funny, but she made no mention of how her mother was dressed. The front doorbell chimed and Jessica said,

"I'll get it."

Her friend Darlene was at the door and Mac was in his car, with the engine running. Jessica called to her mother to tell her that they were leaving; then beckoned for Michael to go with her. Michael made a suave "Three Musketeer; Count of MonteCristo" type gesture, which was completely lost on Ann, and started for the front door. Ann called out,

"Jessica did you take your medication?"

"Yes Ann." Jessica replied sounding a little frustrated.

"I won't be home before morning Jessica, so if the kids want to stay over, it's OK!"

"Thanks Ann, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Goodnight baby. Have a good time. Goodnight Michael, please don't keep her awake all night."

"No maim. I won't."

"Ann. My name is Ann. Not maim. Got it stud?"

"Yes Ann! I'm sorry. Goodnight."

When Michael came out the front door, Jessica and Darlene were already in the car. He got in the back door and settled down next to Jessica. When Mac asked for Michael's opinion of his car, Michael said truthfully that he thought it was great. A new subject for Mac, Michael thought. At least he wasn't talking about football.

"Don't tell anybody," Mac said, not watching the road and continually looking over his shoulder at Michael, "but Coach Kusha of California Tech got together with the Alumni Association and got the car for me so I'll play football at his school. I just gotta' get my grades up first."

"California Tech has some very high academic standards. Do you think you can bring your grades up high enough?" asked Michael.

"Well they're working on it, but the coach said it would take a couple of months so I ain't goin' to school right now."

Months? Thought Michael; a couple of hundred years maybe. But Mac had said, 'They are working on it?' OK Michael understood now. Mac was a 'shoo-in', and wasn't concerned with little things like grades. He would end up a college graduate, Pro NFL player, who couldn't put a paragraph together if his life depended on it. Jessica looked at Michael with her bottom lip sticking out, like a naughty girl who had just shaved her little brother's head and said,

"Kiss me Michael."

"What?"

"Kiss me … right now."

Michael leaned over and placed his lips on hers. He felt her tongue fighting to get in his mouth, so he opened it giving her access. She was hot and her kisses were wonderful, like Christmas candy. Moving his tongue into her mouth, Jessica began to suck on it. Michael's cock knew at that moment there was something going on, and began to get hard. After a few minutes Jessica said,

"You show a lot of promise Michael. I think you will do nicely."

"You didn't tell me that you were sick, Jess. Do you want to call off the date?"

"What makes you think I'm sick?"

"Your mom asked if you had taken your medication and I ...…."

Jessica began to laugh, and reached forward to poke Darlene in the back.

"Did you take your medication Darlene?"

"I wouldn't leave the house without it." Then she laughed as it were all a big joke. Jessica then took Michael's face and kissed him again, only more passionate; if that was possible.

"Hey Jessica," Darlene berated. "That's not fair. We can't do anything up here. You guys are having all of the fun."

"Just play with Mac." Jessica said with a caustic tone to her voice. "You'll get your turn later."

Darlene moved closer to Mac, and Michael heard a zipper opening. He saw Darlene's arm moving and Mac was groaning. She was jacking him off as they went down the street. Michael wondered what the rules were; or if there were any rules at all. As Jessica began to French Michael again, he heard Mac yell,

"It's coming Darlene, catch it."

Her head disappeared out of sight, and Mac swerved the car, finally pulling to the curb. His head was thrown back, and his knuckles were white as he gripped the steering wheel. Michael heard a resounding "gulp" then Darlene sat up and said,

"Mmmm, Breakfast of Champions. God I love that stuff. I hope it doesn't have to many calories."

"Oh! God. You are so good Darleen. Thank you baby."

"You owe me a whole lot; later tonight Mac."

"You'll get it baby. You will have so many "Orgas", you won't be able to walk for days."

"You Promise?"

"Right on baby."

"Let's go Mac", said Jessica unconcerned of what had taken place in the front seat, "I'm hungry."

"OK, don't get your panties in a bind. We're goin'."

"What panties?" asked Jessica, "I never wear panties." Jessica looked at Michael smiled and winked, then shook her head. She lifted the hem of her mini-skirt and showed him that she was in fact wearing panties. They were lavender, with lace around the edges. Michael could see where the smooth and lustrous undergarment had tucked itself into Jessica's pussy slit. Now his cock knew, without reservation that there was a good reason to be hard and erect. She straightened her skirt properly, like she was in church and said,

"Don't get upset Michael, they come off easily. There will be plenty of time to play later."

Never in his imagination had he thought anything like this would ever happen to him. Michael believed that maybe he was in the wrong place, but he did so want to be there.

Mac pulled into "Tom's drive in #21" and parked in a stall. Michael didn't know why it was called "Tom's #21", as he had never seen another Tom's anywhere. Maybe they named it that, so McDonald's would not feel so superior with their thousands of fast food restaurants, and their billions of burgers served. McDonald's never did say how many burgers were eaten; only how many were served.

When the waitress came out to the car; Mac, Darlene and Jessica all began ordering at the same time. Michael just sat back and waited his turn. If they really knew each other so well; one person could have put the order in for three double Tommy burgers, three fries and three cokes. As it turned out Michael ordered the same thing without pickles and onions, as they gave him gas.

The group sat there and ate, and Michael had to admit that Tommy's burgers were much better than McDonalds, as they use really good beef. It came to mind that when McDonald's sold their millionth hamburger, Johnny Carson said on nation wide television,

"I guess now they will have to get a second cow."

McDonald's raised hell and it was reported that NBC paid them off big. Carson got a stern warning to be careful of what he said. He wasn't careful of course. He knew that they couldn't cancel him; as NBC would have been boycotted; by fifty million fans.

Mac pulled out of the drive in and headed north toward foothill. As they drove away from the restaurant, Michael was having a difficult time getting passed the wonderful memory of Jessica's panties. As it turned out, one of Mac's football teammates worked in the box office at a triple x drive in movie, and Mac had set it up for them to be admitted. Except for Mac who was twenty-one, they were all underage, and would have been detained at the police station, if caught. The thing was, who at a porno drive-in was going to tell. No one there even wanted to admit that they were actually there. Mac parked toward the back of the movie, as the last row of the drive in had been filled. It didn't make a lot of difference anyway, as nobody was really watching the movie for very long.

It was dark, and the movie, which was called, "JACK 'n JILL", with Samantha Fox stared. She was the winner of the Best-Porn-Actress-of-the-Year Award, for this movie. Jack Wrangler played Samantha's husband, and as the movie was about to start, Jessica lifted her legs up on the seat and laid down with her head in Michael's lap, looking up at him. She pulled his head down and kissed him. Their kisses became very wild and she was really into what they were doing. She began to unbutton his shirt then slipped her hand through the opening, caressing his chest. Her hand was warm and felt wonderful. Due to the way they were sitting, Jessica's legs were near his right hand. She took hold of it and slowly moved it up under her skirt.

"Touch me Michael. I have been wanting for this for a long time."

He moved his hand up under her skirt. When he reached her silk panties, Michael couldn't go any further and slid his finger up and down her damp slit. She had opened her legs enough so he could place his whole hand on her crotch. Michael didn't know what it was about panties, but they are the most wonderful piece of clothing devised by woman.

No male, unless he was gay could have had the restraint to be around a model, long enough to complete the design. Panties are very light and soft, or silky and Michael believed women wore them especially to entice a male. When you feel a girl up through her panties, it's unbelievable, no mater if it is the first time or the hundredth time. Michael thought maybe it was because a guy knows what's coming later. As his fingers moved under the edge of her panties and into Jessica's slit touching her clitoris, she groaned and whispered,

"Push you finger into my pussy Michael. Push it all the way in."

Michael began to slide his index finger into Jessica's vagina. He was a little surprised when he felt a barrier. It was hard to believe but, Jessica was a virgin.

"Slowly Michael, it hurts. Just do it slow."

"Jess, are you a virgin?"

"Just for the next few minutes."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No Michael, I'm ready, just do it slow."

His thumb was in a good position to rub her clitoris, and he did. The movie began however nobody was really watching, but they could hear the sound coming from the speaker. It was the sound of a girl being fucked. As he fingered Jessica's tight pussy, she became really hot and looked at him with burning eyes; telling him that he could do it a little faster. After a half hour, her pussy tightened around his finger and she came. His hand was sticky, but it had a wonderful aroma.

"I've never felt this good before Michael. You really made me cum." Said Jessica, breathing hard.

"Are you telling me that this all you have ever done?"

"Uh huh. I'm a; well I was a virgin Michael, but I wanted to give it up for you. No guy has ever had me, but I want you to do it to me tonight, just not here in the car. When we get back to my house, I want you to make love to me in my own bed. Do you want to make love to me Michael?" she whispered, "Do you want to fuck me?"

"You don't know how much Jess, but I didn't expect this and I didn't bring any protection."

"That's OK. My mom put me on the pill two months ago. That was the medication we were talking about. I told her I wanted to do it Michael, with … with you."

"With me?"

"Yes. I hope it doesn't scare you, but I have wanted to be your girlfriend, in every way since we met in junior high school. You could have had me anytime just for a smile."

She then moved back and began to unbutton his jeans, pulling his cock free from under its cover. Jessica took it in both hands and began to stroke it lightly. From what she was doing, he knew that she had played with a cock or two before; and she knew just what to do to make him feel wonderful. She moved closer and, her hand was replaced; by her warm mouth. She began to suck him and squeeze his testicles. At his young age, Michael couldn't stand that much pleasure for very long and told her that he was going to cum. Jessica didn't stop and continued to suck him lovingly.

"Jessica," he whispered, "Your going to make me cum."

"Uh huh," she mumbled. "Do it."

"In your mouth?"

"Uh huh!" she managed to get out, nodding her head, sucking even harder.That was it for Michael. He began to shoot gobs of sperm into the girl's mouth, but it didn't slow her down. She quickly swallowed and kept sucking until the nerves in his cock were shouting for her to stop. At this point his finger was fully into Jessica's vagina, and moving very fast. As he continued to squirt cum into his new girlfriend's mouth, she sprayed pussy juice all over his hand.

As Michael came down from his sexual high, he saw Darlene and Mac on the passenger side of the car. She was sitting on his lap, facing him, bouncing up and down ordering him to fuck her harder. She was talking dirty in his ear using every four-letter word Michael knew; and a few that he didn't. Most of the time she just, moaned and said,

"Fuck me Mac…. Fuck me hard baby ... Make me cum … shoot your cum in my pussy … fill me up."

When they were done, they all relaxed a little and attempted to concentrate on the movie. A dark haired girl in the movie was on her hands and knees, yelling at a guy with a very large cock to fuck her in her.

Jessica looked at him and said sweetly,

"That's what I want you to do to me, Daddy."

"In your butt?"

"No Daddy, in my pussy. Deep in Momma's pussy."

"I thought you said that you were a virgin Jess. What about that fantastic blowjob."

"I was a virgin, but I don't count a blowjob as sex. My mom said that sex was only when a man puts his penis into a girl's pussy. Jacking a guy off or sucking him; is just a nice way to make him feel better."

"Have you ever sucked a guy off before?"

"Just my mom's brother."

"Your uncle?"

"Uh huh. He really liked it, and it made him feel good. I have never swallowed cum before you though. Your cum tastes really good, and I'll do it whenever you want."

"Did you ever tell your mother what your uncle made you do?"

"Yah. She told me he did the same thing to her before I was born and it was OK, as long as he didn't put his penis inside of me. When I told her that I wanted to have sex with you, she said that I had finally grown up and hoped it would be a wonderful experience. She loves sex and once told me, that she could do it ten hours a day and never get tired."

All Michael could think of was, 'WOW".

"Jessica?"

"What Darlene?"

"Why don't we go back to your house? This movie is lame and I want to have some really good sex while it's not too late. It's too tight in here for Mac to eat me out; besides my mom wants me in by twelve, so I can go to church in the morning."

'WOW!' thought Michael.

"Let's go then Mac."

"I want to see the movie Darlene." Mac whined.

"Do you want to sit here and watch people fuck on a movie screen, or go home and shove your cock in me?"

Mac thought about it for a second or two; then started his car. After replacing the speaker, he drove slowly toward the exit. They were at Jessica's house in twenty minutes. When they got in the house, she told Michael to wait in the front room until she called him. He went to the phone and called home, explaining to his Dad that he was going to stay over at Mac's house and would be home in the morning. All his Dad said was,

"Uh huh. I thought you said that you didn't like him Michael."

"He's OK Dad, he's just a jock."

"All right, but be careful Michael."When Jessica finally called him, Michael went into her room. As he passed Ann's room, Darlene was yelling loud for Mac to fuck her harder and faster. The whole thing was like a surrealistic dream. Michael hadn't even seen a real pussy for years and now everything was happening for him. Jessica was lying on her bed. She was wearing a short light blue baby doll nightie and matching light blue lace panties. She could have been PLAYBOY'S playmate of the month, right after her mother.

She told him to get undressed and come to bed. Michael stripped down to his boxers and climbed on the bed with her. He held her tight and began kissing her all over, down to her titties, sucking lightly on her puffy nipples. She groaned and held his head as he sucked. Michael's hand dropped down to her panties and he lightly touched her damp slit. He continued this for at least twenty minutes, as she seemed to enjoy it so much. After a period of time, he swore he could taste cream coming from her titties. It was delicious, like warm ice cream. More than that; warm Italian Gelato. Michael had never tasted anything creamer than Jessica's titties. He could suck on them all night.

She told him that she was going to cum, just from his touching and sucking. Wonderful he thought.

"Oh Daddy, take your finger out of me. I'm wet and I think that I'm ready. I want you to do it to me now."

"Right now Jess?"

"Yes, Daddy; Mommy needs you."

She reached in his shorts and took hold of his cock, stroking it gently.

"Pull my panties down Daddy!"

Hooking his thumbs in her panties, he pulled them down her sculptured legs, then off of her feet. Dropping them on the floor, he concentrated on removing his own shorts, which wasn't easy as his cock was sticking out and very hard. She watched intently as he removed the last obstacle that stood in the way; of her giving up her virginity to a real cock. When his penis was finally free and he was totally naked, she smiled, spread her legs and motioned to him with open arms; to crawl between them.

"Is it going to hurt a lot Daddy?"

"I hope not Jess. I want you to enjoy it as much as I will. We are really going to do this aren't we?"

"Yes Daddy ... right now."

Michael was on his knees, leaning on one hand, holding his cock with the other when Jessica said,

"I want to do it Michael. Let me put it in."

Letting go of his penis, Michael placed both of his hands on either side of her. She took hold of it and moved it up and down against her slit, and her clitoris, making the head wet. It felt so good, he almost came right then. She moaned loud and told him how good it felt to her. She then guided it to her vagina and slowly pulled it in.

"Oh God Michael, it hurts. Your penis is hurting me. I don't know if I can take it."

"Easy Jess, don't move. Hook your legs around mine and let's wait for a few minutes until the pain is gone."

Michael held himself above her for what seemed like an eternity, however was in fact only a few minutes.

"It doesn't feel so bad now Michael, push it in just a little."

"Are you sure?"

"Uh huh ... but easy."

Michael moved his hips a fragment of an inch and Jess moaned. She was still holding on to it.

"I'm sorry. Did I hurt you Jess?"

"No, it felt good. It's in about half way. Push a little more."

He moved a little farther inside of her pussy. When he did, he felt her nails dig into his butt, so he pulled his cock most of the way out. As he was pulling out she said,

"No Michael, don't take it out. Do it to me ... fuck me please. Fuck me; I need you to do it to me now. Fuck me ... Fuck me. Oh Michael that feels so good. Do it a little faster ... please do it faster."

In the whole world, in Michael's opinion of course, there was nothing better than being with a girl who really wants to have sex and is doing it for herself, and not just the guy. Feeling her slippery vagina tightening around your cock, and having her tell you she wants you to fuck her; is the most wonderful thing in the world. God sure knew what he was doing when he invented sexual intercourse. He must have liked people a lot. No matter what happens, there are millions of people somewhere in the world fucking every second of the day and night.

It had only been a few minutes and Jessica was moaning louder. She apparently loved everything he was doing as she was begging for more. Michael felt her nails dig into his butt again, and felt her tense up. Her vagina tightened around his cock and she began to cum. As Michael was not yet ready, he continued faster. Jessica began to cry, and he asked her what was wrong.

"Oh Michael it just feels so wonderful. I didn't know it would be this good. You do it so, so well. I want to kiss you all over. Oh Michael, Oh God, I think I'm going to squirt again. Do it faster please. Oh, suck my titties. Bite them, fuck me; bite me. Oh God; Michael do it harder, please harder."

She didn't say if she wanted him to fuck her harder or bite her titties harder; so he fucked her as hard and as fast as he could, and bit down on her nipple. As Jessica began to cum again, he could feel her juice squirting on his cock.

"Jessica, get ready I'm going to cum. Are you ready baby, because here it comes."

"Uhhh Huh!"

She was moving her hips as fast as Michael was moving his. They were fucking like two monkeys in the zoo, oblivious to any visitors watching them. This may have been their first time, but Michael knew that it wouldn't be their last. After he came in his new girlfriend, he pulled her close and held her tight not pulling his cock from her pussy. She said nothing, and took hold of his head, pushing it down to her titties. Michael took a nipple in his mouth and very lightly, began to suck.

"Easy Daddy. I love it when you suck on them." She said, "but Momma's titties are very tender right now."

About a half hour had passed when she told him that she wanted him to fuck her again. He explained, that his cock wasn't hard yet, so they would have to wait a little while. Moving down on the bed, she began to play with his penis. As her hand movements didn't quite get the reaction she was looking for; Jessica put her mouth on his cock and began to suck squeezing his testicles lightly. Seconds later Michael's penis was up and hard again. His cock just couldn't win over a girl sucking it that way. When he was fully erect, she got on her hands and knees; telling him to push it into her pussy from the back, like they had seen in the movie.

Michael got behind her, grabbed her hips in his hands, placed his cock at the entrance to her vagina and shoved hard. No matter how much he enjoyed doing it with her, he was getting a little tired and was hoping to get it over as soon as possible. She let out a light scream then fell forward; her face on a big pillow however still up on her knees. Michael moved up as far as he could and fucked downward. He had once, been told by a friend; that in this position his cock would come in contact with her "G" spot the most.

"Uh God, Michael what are you doing?"

"I'm fucking you baby. Do you like it."

"Uhhhh huhhh. I ... love ... it."

Two minutes later she came again, but it didn't stop her. As Michael fucked for everything that he was worth, she shoved her hips back into him. He could hear her voice whisper.

"Fuck me Daddy, fuck me hard."

Michael thought about all of the time and energy he had wasted jacking off when he was fourteen; when he could have been fucking Jessica. But when he was fourteen, she was only eleven. Her mom, liberal or not probably wouldn't have allowed it; well maybe? He wasn't sure. It was building again. He was going to cum once more.

"Oh; oh; oh; oh." said Jess. "Cum in me Daddy. Squirt it deep in my pussy. Oh God; Oh God; Oh God; Michael!!"

His cum shot out like water out of a fireman's; high pressure hose. It was scary how much cum he had discharged into Jess, but he believed that she was finely satisfied. Easing his cock from her vagina, Michael lay down next to her. When she didn't move, he reached down and pulled the covers over them.

It seemed like only minutes had passed, when sunlight came streaming in the window waking Michael and, brightening up the room. Jessica was still asleep and laying partially on his chest. Her nighty was open and her beautiful titties were in full view. The clock now displayed seven o'clock. He heard a light tapping and whispered in Jessica's ear, that somebody was at her door. Jessica strained to open her eyes and asked,

"Who is it?"

"It's your mother. May he come in?"

"Yes ... sure, come in mom."

When her mom walked in the door, Michael was a little concerned as Jessica sat up and her titties were bare, and as it was a little cold in the room, her nipples were hard like a pair of little clits. Jessica's mother made no mention of her daughter's tits, but asked,

"You two want some breakfast?"

"Not right now mom. We haven't even said good morning yet."

"Maybe in a half hour baby?"

"Better make it an hour mom." Jessica said with a smile.

"Did you like it baby? Was it wonderful? Was it everything I said it would be?"

"Yes mom, it was wonderful, just like you said, maybe even better. If I had known Michael well when I was thirteen, I would have done it with him then. Mom close the door, Michael and I are going to talk ... OK?"

"At thirteen years old?" Her mother giggled. "I believe it. Your friends must have been "talking", all night. They're still asleep in my bed. I'm going to wait an hour then start breakfast. Remember little girl I expect you to wash your sheets, and mine later."

"OK mom, I will. I guess they are a little sticky. Remember Mom don't come in. We will come out when we are done... talking." Jessica turned to me and said, " Darlene missed church again. Oh well."

As the door closed, Jessica moved up to Michael and kissed him; while reaching under the blanket. She took hold of his cock and began to stroke it.

"How is Mr. Dudley this morning. Is he up for a little more play time?"

"What did you have in mind Jess?"

"Maybe some 69 and a real good ... good morning fuck?"

"Sounds great."

They got it on again. Jessica loved to be fucked all of the time. When they were at school, she would stop him in the hallway and beg him to go somewhere, so they could do it. Twice they did it in the janitor's closet, even though the odor of "Pine sol" cleaner placed a damper on the event, and Michael missed his Physics class.

They did it four times under the bleachers by the football field, instead of eating lunch. She was like a kid in a candy store. She wanted to do it so bad, that she didn't even mind the trash scattered around them. She was pleased that some smart student had brought an old ARMY mattress for anyone who needed it. She didn't do her homework most of the time and as Michael was at her house every night, he was beginning to fall behind also. It was terrible; but it was wonderful at the same time.

He loved what they did together, and with her mother's permission, but the sex was taking up so much of his life, he didn't have much time for anything else. Michael and Jessica would be in her room fucking like wild animals, while her mother and husband du jour, were getting it on in the other bedroom. He thought that to an outsider it must have sounded like Saturday night in the local whorehouse.

One Sunday morning, after they had been dating about six months, Michael was at home in his bed asleep about dawn; when a very warm naked body crawled in next to him. At first he thought for a minute that he was dreaming, but he wasn't. Jessica was in his bed playing with his penis. When she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck, Michael realized what was going on and lost it.

"Did you at least lock my door Jess?" he whispered.

"Why?"

"I don't want my mom to come in and find you here sucking me off."

"Why, would she be pissed?"

"Well Yah!"

"I don't see why. My mother doesn't care if you fuck me all day and all night, as long as I'm happy. Doesn't your mom want you to be happy?"

"Jess, face it our mothers are from two different planets, and nether one of them is Earth. Your mom gets off knowing you are being taken care of sexually. My mom thinks that I'm still a virgin."

"Maybe I should tell her what a great little fucker you really are Michael." Jessica said with a naughty grin, "What do you think?"

"I think that mothers should not be involved in, or have knowledge of their children's sex lives."

"You sound like a passage out of law book Michael. Are you going to put Mr. Dudley in my pussy, or should I go to Barstow and give my Uncle a surprise visit?"

"You would let your uncle fuck you after everything he has already done to you?"

"It's either you or my Uncle Michael. I really need it, now."

It was like she was addicted to drugs, only her injections were between her legs. Michael jumped out of bed and locked the door to his room; while Jessica lay back and relaxed with her legs spread wide open. Michael was almost insane, but he was a man; and this little girl knew just what he needed. As he got back in bed she whispered,

"Come on Daddy, fuck Mommy."

They made love; no they never made love. They FUCKED hard, being as quiet as possible in light of the circumstances. After about an hour, Michael thought that they were pretty much done and relaxed. The doorknob to his room rattled, and his Dad asked,

"Michael, why is the door locked?"

Jessica swung her leg over Michael placing her pussy above his face; then stuck her head under the covers and took Michael's cock into her mouth.

"I, uh, wanted a little privacy Dad."

"Oh, yes. I understand. I'm taking your mom to church; then we're going to breakfast and then to the Mall. We will be back around two or three. Are you going to Jessica's house?"

"Probably." Michael stammered. He found it difficult to talk to his father when his girlfriend was sucking his cock. Especially, when her gorgeous glistening bare pussy sparkled, within licking distance of his face. She took her mouth off his cock for a second and whispered,

"Lick my pussy Daddy. Suck my clity."

Happily his Dad said his goodbyes and Michael heard the front door close. As his parents left, his tongue slid up and down Jessica's slit, occasionally delving into her vagina. Michael had licked her pussy before, however she had never cum when he did it. He figured that he had not paid enough attention to her clitoris, so he concentrated on "the little man in the boat" as his Dad had once described it.

Jessica was back in her own little world of sexual pleasure. She was sucking Michael's cock like a highly paid porn star. At times he was concerned that she might suck something out that he really needed. She was the best he had ever encountered, and he believed at the time that he loved her. It was just that they didn't talk about anything really important. She wasn't interested in history, politics, sports, or much of anything else; just all forms of sex.

When the four of them doubled dated, all the girls could talk about was how many orgasms Michael and Mac; had given them, like it was some type of competition. Sometimes, even though Michael was a male, he thought that there must be something more. He thought that; until Jessica made his cock hard again. That brought him back down to her level very quickly. He was her Daddy and she was his Mommy. Maybe, if she had ever shown a little interest in anything besides a completely biological relationship, they might have been married someday. They had never talked about having kids, and even though their nicknames for each other were "Mommy" and "Daddy", Michael didn't believe she would have the time or tolerance for children, which was OK with him, as he really didn't have time for them either.

Jessica was moaning loud as Michael continued to suck her clitoris. He was no longer just licking it, but had it between his lips, flicking it with his tongue and sucking a little harder than he normally would.

"Oh God Michael."

He knew when she called him Michael; combined with the words "Oh God" she was really enjoying what he was doing. She let out a long moan; then began squirting her juice into his face and mouth. He thought at first that she might have peed as there was so much of it, but the taste of her pussy juice was delicious, and unmistakable. Lucky for him he began to cum seconds later. But Jessica was too wiped out from her orgasm to even swallow it. She just let run out of her mouth on to his cock and down on to his balls. He lay there for a minute or two admiring her beautiful hairless pussy and squeezing her butt cheeks with both hands.

When she hadn't moved in several minutes, he gently pushed her off of him and crawled out from under her. She was breathing, but appeared to be unconscious. He felt at the time that he had done a good thing; and hoped she had enough for a little while anyway. It was now eight-thirty. Michael got out of bed and went into the bathroom. His legs were so weak; he had to sit down to pee.

As he sat there, he wondered if there were any other girls anywhere in the world like Jessica, who were born nymphomaniacs. Actually she was not exactly a "nympho", as she did have a few other interests. He couldn't bring any to mind at the time, but he was sure there had to be some. When he was done, he walked over to his desk naked and picked up a dictionary. Looking up the word he found; Noun: nympho-maniac - a female with abnormal sexual desires.

Michael guessed what may be abnormal to some; could be normal to others. Actually Jessica, her friend Darlene and Jessica's mother, would all probably qualify as sexually abnormal. But if they were in a room with two other females, they could be the majority, and the other two would be the abnormal ones. In fact, not knowing the sexual proclivities of the other two, you couldn't be sure what the majority was. Hell they might be nymphomaniacs too. Michael was getting a headache from all of the thoughts running ramped in his brain, so he lay down next to his little "nympho" and kissed her on the neck.

"Not now Daddy; Mommy is tired."

Thank God he thought; a light at the end of the tunnel. She had finally been satisfied; at least temporally. Now Michael knew the secret. Jessica's clitoris, had to be sucked until she came so hard that she passed out.

"Mommy, we have to get up if we are going to breakfast. Come on, get up."

"Michael, you killed me. Nothing you have ever done before has been like that. You were wonderful. Just dig a hole and bury me somewhere."

"Aren't you a little hungry baby?"

"I'm starved; and I could eat a bull, balls and all; but I don't want to move."

"Balls and all. Where did you hear that?"

"It's one of my mother's favorite sayings."

They carried on the conversation with her eyes shut. She was refusing to open them, or even move for that matter. He had to remember this forever. Clitoris; clitoris; clitoris. Michael would never forget the girl's clitoris.

"Get up baby. There's steak and eggs at the "IHOP" with your name on them."

"I'm really hungry, but I can't move. Michael what did you do to me?"

"Weren't you there?"

"Oh yes, I was there in the middle of the accident being run over by a truck. God Michael, I knew that you were good, but this was way beyond anything you have ever done before."

"It was really just a little thing sweetie."

"A little thing; HA, HA! My clitoris is a little thing. Michael, do you think you can do it again?"

"Right now?"

"No silly, but in the future."

"I can try. Are you going to get up? I'm hungry."

"Yes, I'm getting up, but I'm not sure if my legs will work. Wait until I tell Ann about this. She won't believe it."

'Wow' thought Michael. She and her mother had a very special relationship. Michael felt it hard to believe that any mother and daughter were that close and shared everything.

Getting out of bed they cleaned up, taking a shower together. Michael was surprised; as Jessica made no movements to suck his cock, or bend over and play hide the weenie. She just methodically washed them both. She washed his cock, his balls, his butt hole and under his arms, but never said, or did anything sexual. It kind of reminded him of his mother washing him when he was little.

After getting out of the shower, a normal Jessica would have dropped to her knees and placed her warm mouth on his penis, sucking it back to a hard state while lightly squeezing his balls. She would have smiled; a wicked little smile; and led him back to the bed. She wouldn't have had to say anything; she would have just spread her legs, displaying her tight little pussy, and crooked her finger letting him know she wanted him inside her again. But she didn't do that; she just started getting dressed. When she pulled her panties up, as only she could, Michael began to get hard. He got behind her and took hold of her titties, shoving his cock between her legs against her panty crotch. Then he ran one hand down to her pussy and began felling her up through her panties. God help him he wanted to fuck his little nymphomaniac again.

"Michael! Is that all you think about?"

"Oh my God." he thought, he had broken her. She wasn't horney anymore. She didn't want to fuck him. He was devastated. Michael had killed the goose that laid the golden egg.