Haruka (221121)

We could schedule a dick-sucking lesson for some time when you're on a business trip or something. You could tell Haruka that you got a little present for her, something fun she can do while you're gone, and then give her an appointment card with a time and my address on it. The appointment is strictly BYOB- I want her to feel comfortable and not feel like anything bad could happen.

I would greet her at the door in a casual bathrobe and welcome her inside, with some light jazz playing in the background. I would ask her if she'd like to pour our drinks and offer her one of my finest wineglasses while we get comfortable and relaxed. Of course, being Haruka, she'd be worried about spilling the wine, so she'd ask me to pour it for her. I would tell her not to feel worried about anything, that we can stop any time, and it's something you were okay with, so there's no reason to feel guilty about some casual fun.

I would ask Haruka if she's ready and if she said yes, I would open my bathrobe and ask her to bend down in front of me whenever she's ready, with a pillow if she wants it. She would stare at my dick with curiosity and comment on the ways it looks different from yours. I would say that all dicks look different, but once you touch them, most of them respond the same way. We would spend our time like that, with Haruka experimenting on my penis, and asking questions about how good it felt. I would tell her she's a good girl, that she must really love you to be so interested in pleasing dicks, and would start to really feel it as she got better at teasing my cock. Eventually we'd progress to full-on deepthroating, my hands gently massaging her scalp as she sucked and bobbed on my dick. Soon I wouldn't be able to take it and would pump her throat full of my sticky cum. She'd pull back and comment that semen tastes weird. I'd tell her she'd feel different when she eats your cum, and that her lover is an incredibly lucky man to have a cocksucker like her as his girlfriend. She'd blush bright red at that compliment and tell me she had a good time tonight.

After she cleaned up I would give her a parting gift of some chocolates and she'd thank me and then say maybe we can do this again some time. I'd say sure, and that I wouldn't mind doing it with your boyfriend present as well, if you're openminded for some different erotic adventures. I'd also ask her to recommend me to other idols if they ever need help in their sex lives. Is that the kind of thing you were thinking of?

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Emily (228259)

The girl's performance was absolutely mesmerizing. The blonde swayed gracefully across the room, her golden locks flowing as she danced. Her kimono, tied tightly to her slim, flat tummy, highlighted her remarkable hourglass shape. Despite her young age, the idol's proportions were striking and, in my mind, the textbook definition of erotic.

I found my eyes wandering up and down her beautiful body as the dancing continued. Her waist widened as it neared her wide hips and supple, fit rear. It would be a lie if I said I didn't have perverted thoughts about that particular part of her body. Truthfully, I have spent many a long day in the office lost in the thought of what it would be like to bury my face in her posterior, losing myself in the ecstasy of its texture and smell before finally falling asleep using her rump as a pillow.

My thoughts turned again to these perversions as she danced, barely noticing that my member had become visibly erect, or that the girl, apparently lost in the joy of performing her traditional Japanese dance, was on a collision course with a chair. My mind was two steps behind the action before me. It was only after the clatter and thud of a chair skidding across the room and feeling the mess of fragrant blonde hair in my face that I realized she had tripped over the inconveniently placed piece of furniture and fallen into my lap.

I instinctively let out a delayed cry.

"Emily!"

My cry was somewhat muffled, as my face was by then full of lilac-smelling golden locks and 90 pounds of weeaboo pressed against my body. With a shake of her head, Emily's pretty-smelling hair flew out of her face and back into position.

It was then I realized we were nose-to-nose. Eye-to-eye. We stayed in that position for several seconds. Suddenly, Emily's face turned a deep shade of crimson. She picked herself up into a sitting position, although she was still on my lap.
Now that the shock of the collision had worn off, I realized I could feel her indent of her butt crack through her kimono against my still-erect penis. I tensed, hoping she wouldn't notice and exacerbate an already awkward situation. As luck (if you could call it that) would have it, Emily was too busy fretting over her accident.

"I'm so sorry!" she squealed in English.

Then she caught herself and returned to speaking in Japanese.

"Oh no, I started in English again, didn't I? My language, my clumsiness… I'm so ungraceful! I'll never become a yamato nadeshiko at this rate!"

I had never seen Emily this frustrated before. For a moment, I forgot about the large and squeezable "situation" my cock was burdened by. But my mild surprise turned to genuine concern when Emily started to cry softly.

"I practiced so hard… I came up this dance especially for… especially for…"

Her face grew an even deeper shade of red before she covered her face in her hands and started sobbing. Her shaking caused her butt to rub against my penis. I couldn't ignore it any longer, but Emily's feelings took precedent over the increasing pleasure in my loins.

I sat up and hugged her.

"Especially for what? Your next big performance isn't until two weeks from now."

Emily sobbed even harder.

"That's not it! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything… I just keep disgracing myself… maybe I should have never even tried..."

Something in me snapped. I felt something deep in the pit of my stomach, and then in my throat, almost as if I too was about to cry, but that wasn't it. All I could do was react to what Emily was saying before I could process my emotions.

I shook Emily's slender body vigorously.

"EMILY!"

The English girl quickly raised her tear-stained face from her hands and looked at me dead in the eyes.

"Don't you ever say that again. Everyone makes mistakes every now and then. Even a yamato nadeshiko."

Emily's tears came down even harder. Instead of crying into her hands, she started bawling into my chest as she embraced me in a hug.

"A yamato nadeshiko never, ever, regrets trying, and never gives up."

I felt her grip on my tighten. For such small girl, she certainly was strong!

"I know you better than this. You will get better. You just made a little goof."

I forced a laugh.

"Besides, it was the chair's fault, anyway."

I thought I felt Emily giggle silently. She raised her head. Although tears were still streaming down her cheeks, I saw the hint of a faint smile on her soft lips.

"That's the pretty smile I like to see."

Shit. SHIT. I should not be saying this. I would almost rather be thinking with my dick than my heart right now.

She whispered my name. My actual first name, for once.

"You're still wrong."

"About what?"

"This dance isn't for the performance."

"It isn't?"

"No… it…"

The waterworks looked like they were about to start up again in overdrive. Emily plunged her face back into my chest.

"…it was something I choreographed myself. For you."

Emily was always a kind, selfless girl. She put her best foot forward and gave her best effort in everything she did. She was polite to everyone, regardless of the situation or the person. If the yamato nadeshiko was the example of the perfect woman, then Emily fit that description to a tee. Hearing such a comment from the sweet young Englishwoman was par for the course for her. But I could have never expected what she would say next.

Her grip tightened again. I started to wonder if Emily was a boa constrictor in a past life.

"Every time I'm near you, I feel these emotions. They're oh so strange," she whispered. "It feels like, how they say in my homeland, 'there are butterflies in my stomach.' My heart starts to beat faster and faster, but I actually like it. It's not like when Tamaki makes me run laps or climb trees with her. It's not because I'm tired, it's because I'm happy. You're a fair bit older than me, but… but…"

Emily raised her head again. The tears were mostly gone. I couldn't describe the expression on her face. I had never seen it before. She looked determined, but there was something else dancing behind her shining eyes. They weren't more tears. But I had zero time to process it.

"I love you."

Everything fell into place. It was as if time froze. Every instinct, every built-up emotion I had for the young girl, every lewd thought, every desire to hug her harder than I'd ever hugged anyone before, seemed to simultaneously reoccur in my heart and mind.

I embraced Emily, placed my lips on hers, and kissed her passionately.

Emily didn't resist. She responded by leaning into my kiss and responding with her own. Her lips were softer than I imagined. There was something sweet about them, and even her tongue tasted like the cotton candy she had eaten earlier that evening at one of the local festivals. Her advance was tender, but unconfident. I had a suspicion, but had little time to dwell on it. After our lips parted about a good fifteen seconds of kissing, Emily confirmed what I had known all along.

"I've… never kissed a boy before."

It was my turn to hug her.

"There's a first time for everything."

We stayed locked in our embrace for a long time. After a few moments, I realized that I had came from her butt accidentally rubbing up against my cock.

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It took quite a bit of convincing to assure Emily that everything was, in fact, okay with what I had suggested and that it was a natural thing for couples to do.

I had to undress first to make her comfortable with the fact that young lovers got naked and did things to make each other happy. I told her she had already made me happy earlier that evening. It occurred to me during this exchange that the kissless-as-of-fifteen-minutes-ago Emily was a virgin. And not only that, she hadn't heard "the talk."

With this fact in mind, I was now stuck in the awkward purgatory between teacher and lover. But as someone who had long admired her beauty, I felt I could be the best teacher any could be.

"I'm so embarrassed…" she said. "But, if you must, take off my kimono."

I knelt down behind her and undid her obi. Her kimono fell to the floor, exposing unblemished bare skin, covered only by her bra and pink lace panties. The evening was hot and muggy, but I didn't want to ruin the moment and tell Emily that, in fact, it was Japanese tradition to wear hadajuban undergarments beneath a kimono.

But this oversight was a blessing. I had never seen Emily's butt this close before. Emily's hips were very wide compared to her waist, so that meant she had a proportionately wide rear, as well. Looking at it up close, I was pleased to see that there was some definite meat to her weeabooty. I deeply desired to sniff her panties as a prelude to what I was about to do to return the accidental "favor" Emily had bestowed upon me earlier in the evening, but I didn't want to make her any more nervous than she would be after I was done with her.

You see, in the darkest, most perverted recesses of my mind, I had always wanted to do this to Emily. And finally, FINALLY, I was about to get my chance.

I started to remove her panties with my teeth. I figured this would activate Emily's English mode and I wasn't wrong.

"N-no~!"

Her body tensed up immediately.

"Relax," I hissed through my panties-filled teeth. "It's supposed to be eroti-"

I was pulling her panties down as I said this, and noticed that she was juicing. Her panties were coated in her slimy love nectar. She might not have realized or admitted it, but Emily was just as aroused as I was.

"Emily, you're absolutely soaking down there."

Emily turned around and looked at me.

"I have never understood this. Why do I suddenly get wet down there, sometimes? I've noticed that it happens often when I'm around you."

"Do you get that same feeling in your stomach?"

"That strange 'butterfly' feeling? Yes, but now, it's stronger…"

"Yep, that's called arousal," I explained. "And do you fee extra excited when… "

I lightly touched her puffy vulva. She shivered and shrieked instictively.

"… I touch you there?"

Emily was shaking somewhat.

"My legs almost gave way when you touched me there… sometimes, I feel the same way down there when I climb the rope or poles in gym class, but your finger felt so much better!"

"So, you still don't know much about sex yet," I said. "Then I'm just going to have to teach you. Hold still, I need to get warmed up, and then I'm going to make you feel a happiness you didn't know you could feel."

I turned again to her lewd body. That beautiful bare ass was still in front of my face. Finally, my moment had come. At last, I could finally do what I had always wanted to do to Emily.

I shoved my face directly between her butt cheeks inhaled deeply.

My eyes immediately started to water. Yep, definitely a butt. Emily wasn't exactly filthy, but there was something of a faint stink her anal region. Pleasantly, I could faintly make out the aroma of some kind of sweet perfume or ass-wash amidst the slightly sour stench of Emily's butt. Some men might have called it quits then, but I found the smell absolutely intoxicating. It was truly bittersweet. I took another sniff, then another, inching my nose further between her ass cheeks with each breath until my nostrils were directly touching the girl's quivering anus.

Emily seemed to be experiencing the same delayed response that I suffered when she fell on me earlier. I was four sniffs in until it finally clicked that I was nose-deep in the most embarrassing place on her body.

"Ewww, NOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she screamed in English, and she darted away. Her normally fair skin was beet-red and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"That place is foul! It's filthy!"

I walked up to her and embraced her in a hug. She was shaking.

"It's not filthy. Emily, I'm sorry, I should have asked…"

"Do couples… really do things with each other's bottoms?" Emily inquired. "It seems so odd… but, if it's normal… I have to try. A yamato nadeshiko always tries! But please, don't hate me! I…"

Emily started to cry again.

"I don't want you to not like me anymore because of my smelly butt."

I gave her a light, playful knock to her head.

"What did I tell you? Stop saying things about yourself that aren't true." Well, partially not true. She had one lewd-smelling butt, in the best way possible. And now it was time to make that butt the happiest butt in Japan.

"Emily."

"Yes, dearest?"

"I have a favor to ask."

I laid down on the bed.

"I want you to sit on my face."

Emily jolted.

"But, you'll suffocate! I'll crush you! We've only just started our relationship!"

"It's not like that at all!" I reassured her. Her view of sex was as skewed as her view on some things about Japanese language and culture.

"Give it a try. If it hurts, I'll let you know."

Emily nodded cautiously. "Okay, if we must… please teach me!"

She slowly lowered her weeabooty onto my face. The same lewd, hard-on inducing scent hit my nostrils full force. I couldn't take it anymore. My bestial side, awoken by her lewd scents and the pressure of 90 pounds of shapely foreigner on my face, kicked into overdrive. I spread Emily's meaty ass cheeks with my hands, adjusted my face so that my mouth was parallel with the puckering anus above me, and began gently tracing the outside of her asshole with the tip of my tongue. Being the tip of my tongue, I really couldn't taste much of anything, but this was only the beginning. The warm-up to a much larger anal operation.

I felt her try to leap off of me, but I was too fast. I grabbed her thighs, which were somewhat noted from dancing, thus pinning her to her current position. She was unable to spare the judgment of her asshole by my tongue. I felt her shaking --either from pleasure or from crying, perhaps both-- as she cried, "noooo!" in English yet again.

"Not your TONGUE! It's rancid! It's dirty~! You're going to get really sick!"

I felt her anus spreading, as if it was inviting my tongue against the wishes of its owner. I started to force my tongue upward, further into the blonde girl's tight anal cavity.

Now I started to really get a taste of her asshole. The outer rim was bittersweet, much like the stench. It felt soapy, yet somewhat coppery. Emily moaned and started convulsing as I thrust my tongue even deeper into her lewd hole. The taste grew even more acidic and bitter. Before I had a chance to mentally assess her taste any further, I noticed that her anus was producing its own natural lubricant and ass juice started to drip into my mouth and into my throat. Her pussy, too, was dripping wet and vaginal juices started to cascade down onto my chin.

I jerked my tongue out of her anus, now wide enough to pleasure in a plethora of lewd ways, eliciting an English "OH MY GOSH!" and another convulsion. For good measure, I took one last whiff of her gaping hole. The smell nearly knocked me out. It was far lewder than ever before -- an indescribable combination of scents that triggered a huge range of reactions (most of them occurring in my penis).

But my pleasure for the night was not my focus. Not anymore.

Now, it was time to give Emily the true meaning of pleasure.

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Emily was now bent over on all fours on the bed. She was still panting from her anal experience.

"I will never understand what you find so fascinating about that… dirty place!" she said.

"This is going to feel different, Emily. It's not just your butt this time. This will be less embarrassing, but it might be more scary. Let me know if you want me to stop."

I got my face level with her dripping, hairless pussy.

"Remember what I did before to 'that' place?"

"The place that gets all tingly when my stomach starts to feel light when I'm near you? It's been so strong, even when you've been playing with my butthole..."

I stared at the pussy for a good while. I was about to give Emily her first orgasm. I was about to take her virginity.

And I was going to do it in the most delicious way possible.

I started licking the English alphabet on her juicing cunt.

A. As in "absolutely delicious." Emily's pussy hate a somewhat bitter taste. There was a slight taste of salty urine when I neared the urethra, a bit of bitterness due to the lewd juices, and the more mild taste of the skin itself, which was extremely clean.

Emily jolted and reacted immediately.

"Oohhhhhhhhhh…"

B.

"Ahhh, that feels so good… it's like I'm melting away during a hot bath…"

C. "C" is for "clitoris." I gave her lady boner a little flick with my tongue.

Emily emitted a high-pitched scream and buried her face in her pillow. What a response!

"What happened?! Why does that place…!" She started panting.

D.

E.

F…

By the time I reached the end of the alphabet, Emily was once again convulsing. I turned to look in the mirror. Tears were once again streaming down her cheeks.

"It feels good! Ahhh…! I don't understand these feelings… these sensations… I'm so scared! It's like something else "

"I want to get lost in you, Emily. It only gets better from here!"

I stuck three of my fingers into Emily's still gaping anus and started thrusting my tongue into her vagina like a mini-penis.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I'm SCARED!"

"We'll hold hands. It'll be less scary that way. Here I go. You're going to feel something build up inside you. Let me know if you want to stop, but don't be scared! It's like a roller coaster, it's the best part!"

Emily stretched her hands behind her back and reached for me. I played my palms in hers. She gripped tightly. I began thrusting again.

The inside of her vagina was delicious. It was that same mild yet bitter taste, diluted somewhat due to the rapidly-flowing juices. In and out, in and out.

"NNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I heard Emily moan. Her crying was clearly audible now.

In and out went my fingers, in and out went my tongue. Her deliciously lewd juices cascaded down into my mouth, down my chin, and onto my neck.

"IT'S COMING! Something… SOMETHING IS COMING!" I heard her sob.

It was time.

I took my tongue out of her pussy. Still fingering her asshole, now with four fingers, I started sucking on her clitoris.

"ARRRRRGHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNNNNNN~!"

Emily bit her pillow and arched her back as an explosion of female ejaculate --several mouthfuls worth-- shot into my mouth, down my throat, into my eyes, onto my neck and chest. I was ready, I thirstily gulped down every molecule that I could. It had a light taste and texture, and was strangely somewhat sweet, although I nearly choked due to the sheer amount of the liquid that shot into my mouth. Emily squirted, convulsed, and cried for a good 10 seconds before coming to rest on the covers

Emily spasmed and panted on the bed for a good five minutes, sweaty and lightly sobbing but never saying a word. There was a faint smile on her lips. Her eyes didn't roll up into her head like a little slut. Instead, she had her hand to her chest, and gazed at me lovingly. Even after her first orgasm, her first sexual encounter with a man, she remained a pure-hearted girl. But that was what was so good about Emily, what made her a true yamato nadeshiko. Even in the midst of, and at the end of, such an encounter, she was modest. She cared for me, worried about what I was doing, but trusted that I would do everything to make her as happy as possible, and that she would do the same for me. We cuddled together under the covers, facing and embracing each other.

"I… love you," she panted.

"So, so much much."

Much like earlier in that evening, we remained in that position for quite some time. We dozed off, staring into each others's eyes, our hearts filled with satisfaction and love, and everything faded into dreams of lilac.

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