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 Title: Asami-san
Part: Completed
Author: Dark Tower Gunslinger
Keywords: Mf nc oral anal
Summary: A story I wrote over a dozen years ago about a young Japanese
girl on vacation with her motehr in Mexico.  She remembers her past with
her brutal father and hopes to find love on the warm beaches.  A nice
departure in writing form the Palladin series in two parts (so far).









   Story_intro: Asami-san sat huddled in the corner of the adobe hut,
shivering both from her lack of clothing and from the night chill brushing
her young body.  She was nude except for a pair of pink socks, now filthy
from the sod floor of the hut.  She could feel the eyes of the Mexican
beach boy, Mario as he watched her reactions to the events surrounding her.
On the dirty mattress off to one end of the hut she could hear the sounds
the two fat Mexicans made as they continuously abused her helpless mother.
She couldn't bear to watch the elegant woman's humiliation but the blade of
Mario's switchblade against her cheek kept her eyes focused on the bestial
events before her.  The young Japanese girl was barely fourteen years old
and a visitor on vacation in the resort town of Cabo San Lucas.  Her mother
had given her the vacation as a reward for her excellent school record and
for her graduating at the top of her class in first form.  Next year she
would be in senior form and graduate in two years at the age of sixteen. 
Asami was highly advanced in her education and a very bright girl.  Her
short height of four feet nine inches made her seem small to her American
and Mexican counterpoints but in Japan she was not too out of proportion to
most her age.  She would probably be about her mother's height of five foot
three inches when fully grown.

   ======= This story is a work of fiction.  =========

   Asami-san



   Written by Dark Tower Gunslinger



   Part I



   Asami-san sat huddled in the corner of the adobe hut, shivering both
from her lack of clothing and from the night chill brushing her young body.
She was nude except for a pair of pink socks, now filthy from the sod floor
of the hut.  She could feel the eyes of the Mexican beach boy, Mario as he
watched her reactions to the events surrounding her.  On the dirty mattress
off to one end of the hut she could hear the sounds the two fat Mexicans
made as they continuously abused her helpless mother.  She couldn't bear to
watch the elegant woman's humiliation but the blade of Mario's switchblade
against her cheek kept her eyes focused on the bestial events before her.



   The young Japanese girl was barely fourteen years old and a visitor on
vacation in the resort town of Cabo San Lucas.  Her mother had given her
the vacation as a reward for her excellent school record and for her
graduating at the top of her class in first form.  Next year she would be
in senior form and graduate in two years at the age of sixteen.  Asami was
highly advanced in her education and a very bright girl.  Her short height
of four feet nine inches made her seem small to her American and Mexican
counterpoints but in Japan she was not too out of proportion to most her
age.  She would probably be about her mother's height of five foot three
inches when fully grown.



   She couldn't wait until she developed into a real woman.  She glanced
down her small breasts that now required a C cup since the beginning of
summer.  Gone was the childish flat chest of last year and the pudgy belly
and hips.  She looked further down to where a small tuft of silken black
pubic hairs should have been.  Now, there was only a patch of red,
irritated skin to mark the location.  Within the hour that horrid beach boy
Mario had used his switchblade to shave the little amount of pubic growth
she had off her tender stomach and mons.  He had used soap and a wet rag to
make her appear closer to a young innocent.  Her red skin burned with a
fire and her breasts ached from the slight knife punctures the bastard had
inflicted on her body.



   She dropped her head in exhaustion and let her mind drift back to
yesterday when her and her mother's lives had been so peaceful and fun
filled at the Mexican resort.



   Asami-san raised her small head from the double over towel she had been
resting on and surveyed the blinding sand of the beach for anything of
interest.  She was perfectly aware her raised position had exposed both the
burnished tips along with the rest of her breasts to any one watching.  She
heard a polite "ahem" to her side and swung around to see who was there. 
Blocking out the blinding sun was the tall Mexican beach waiter called
Mario.  In his hand were the two drinks she had ordered for her and Mom.



   She caught his eyes as he quickly glanced at her hanging exposed breasts
then he looked away seemingly embarrassed as she quickly pulled the towel
up over her breasts.  She saw the slight squinting of his eyes at her soft
nips was exposed and he smiled a smile that seem to tell her he had saw her
breasts.  As he sat the tall tropical drink down for her and a scotch for
her mother he bent close and said, "You have nice breasts Asami and I'm
sure the way your ass looks in that suit it is fine also."



   In a flash he was gone before she had a chance to yell at him or try and
slap his face.  She considered telling her mother but thought she'd better
not.  No use her having one of her convulsions and trying to get the boy
fired.



   Her mother was the wife of a very wealthy Japanese businessman Yakasomi
Yamaguchi.  He owned banks, shipyards and resorts.  He had two daughters
and one son both almost grown with the daughter away in England in college.
Asami was the youngest and, at fourteen, almost an after thought following
four years of no children since her sister, Kiri was born.  Kiri was now in
England for two months preparing to enroll in Oxford in the fall.  She had
graduated at seventeen a year early and had top marks throughout school.



   Kiri was always her Papa-sans little darling.  Even when Asami-san was a
small girl, her Papa always favored the older daughter.  One summer four
years ago Asami was at the swimming pool of one of her best friends and was
supposed to be there all afternoon.  About an hour after she arrived her
young friend got ill suddenly and her Mother thought that Asami should go
home because her girlfriend had to rest.  She pumped her small bike up the
steep hill behind the Nogota railroad station and cruised down the hill to
the bay port area and the family home.



   She entered the big home through the front door.  As she went upstairs
she noticed the maid was gone and it appeared no one was home which was
strange.  Passing her sisters bedroom she heard a low throaty moan followed
by four sharp yips of hai!  hai!, hai!, hai!  which translates to four
yelled cries of yes, yes, yes, yes.  She recognized the sound as her
sister's voice but the door wouldn't open as she softly tried the doorknob.
Slipping next door to her brother's vacant room she went out onto the
connecting balcony between the two bedrooms.



   Peering through a slit in the lace curtains she could clearly into her
sister's room and her bed not six feet away.  She saw her older sister atop
the figure of a grown man and the young teenage was bouncing up and down on
the man's large and pudgy midsection.  Since Asami's view was from the foot
of the bed, all she saw of the man was a pair of muscular legs spread wide
on the bed, a pair of huge testicles drawn up tight against the base of his
thing a very thick penis rapidly going in and out of her sister's wet
pussy.



   Several details quickly jumped to her mind as she took in the view. 
One, her sister did not seem to be in pain as the thick rod speared in and
out.  Her sister was merely maintaining her squatting position braced on
her hand and knees while the man did the pile driving of the thick cock rod
into the tight pussy.  Two, how wet and shiny both her sisters pussy and
her surrounding legs were and the heavy flow of white liquid from her
tightly packed pussy lips, down the big shaft and over the man's balls and
thighs.



   Her sister at fourteen had a considerable mat of black pussy hair
covering her vagina and going all the way back to her ass hole.  These
hairs were now matted with sweat and other sticky juices that clung to
them. The man reached one hand behind Kiri and ran his fingers through the
trickling slime on his cock.  Taking one finger he reached up and said
something gruffly that Asami could not make out.  The young fourteen year
old sat up off her hands and reached behind her to spread her golden toned
ass cheeks.  The man took the goo-smeared fingers and brought them up to
the now exposed asshole of the young girl.  Ignoring her pleas of "please
don't" he ran first one and then two fingers into her anal tunnel.



   The girl cried out again as he cruelly twisted the digits in and out of
tight posterior.  Then young Asami got the shock of her young life as the
man suddenly pushed the girl off her his body and sat upright.  There,
sitting on the bed with his big cock still hard and slimy from his
daughter's pussy, was her forty nine year old father Yakasomi.  His cock
was now fully visible and was a solid eight or nine inches long and very
thick.  He lay back down on the bed and told her to "suck my big cock so I
can fuck your tight ass again tonight." He said her ass was like velvet on
his big cock and he loved to fuck her deep in her back "honey" hole.  He
ignored the young girls now tearful pleas of how bad his cock hurt her back
there.  He simply lay on his back and pulled the small girl on top of him
guiding her face to his swollen manhood.



   Dutifully, the small girl took the giant cock into her mouth stretching
her jaws so wide it looked like her lips would tear open at any minute. 
She began a downward movement but could only suck about the first four or
five thick inches into her mouth.  Papa san took more of the seeping goo
from the moist trench of his daughter's sex and smeared it along the length
of his cock to give it more lubrication as it passed her hot lips and into
her molten mouth.  He had managed while jerking his stubby hips in the air
and holding the girl by one pigtail and one ear, to drive over six inches
into her mouth as he rained hard spanking blows to one ass cheeks.



   "Suck it you little slut bitch," he yelled at her, "drink your
papa-san's cum, that's all you're good for, sucking cock and being fucked."



   The young girl did her duty as best she could until the massive cock
stalk was dripping with her saliva and her father's pre cum.  He suddenly
stopped his spanking and drew her head up until the cock tip was left in
her tightly clasped lips.  He withdrew from her lips with an audible plop
even Asami could hear from her position on the balcony.  The sturdy man
climbed to the foot of the bed with his back to Asami-san and positioned
the fourteen year old on her hands and knees.  From the sudden cries and
the old man's clenching buttocks Asami was certain he was putting his big
cock in her sister's tiny butthole.  Sure enough, a few seconds later the
man rose up off the bed until he resumed a massive mastiff hunching on top
of the girl's buttocks and lower back and affording Asami a clear view of
the big cock violating the tender lower bowel of the young teen.  Kiri's
cries had not lessened but only increased as her father managed to invade
her bowels for a good six of his sturdy eight-inch cock.



   He sawed in and out for several minutes until Kiri quit her loud cries
and only muffled sobs were heard.  After about five minutes of vigorous
anal action Asami heard Kiri let out a low moan followed by her voice
speaking in a chanting breathless rhythm, "Yes Daddy-san....  fuck your
young slut daughters dirty ass like a good Daddy should.  That's all I
deserve is to be fucked up my dirty ass and suck your beautiful cock like
the slut daughter I am.  Please, fuck me in my dirty ass harder until your
beautiful weapon discharges its golden seed on me.  Please Papa san cleanse
my slut body with your pearly emissions."



   Hearing those words her father jerked his cock from her rectum causing
an audible gasp and yelp from Kiri.  He grasped the dripping member by the
base not wanting to touch the soiled head and length that had been embedded
in her colon.  Asami could see white foam and slime along with darker
substances that could be either Kiri's blood or, and she shuddered at the
thought, her bowel contents.  Sure enough her father stood up on the floor
and walked to the head of the bed where the girl had collapsed on her side.



   "Look whore daughter slut at what you have done.  You have soiled the
beautiful skin of your honorable father's prick with your dirty slut shit.
It is now your job to repair the dirty deed you have ever done.  Ah so!"



   With that, Kiri reluctantly picked up the semi hard cock by the base and
began to dutifully suck and lick all residues she found on the cock skin.
She did a thorough job lasting about fifteen minutes anal when she was done
her father's cock was rigid again.



   "Now you may taste my heavenly elixir that gave you the right to exist
as my slut slave for as long as you live." Kiri sucked so hard her jaws
began to ache and her tongue felt numb from the cock running repeatedly
over its surface.  The cock became shiny clean from her actions and she
retched several times as the cock residue was ingested and swallowed.



   It was four years weeks later that Asami was again listening at the
patio door.  Her father's abuse had been constant all those years and Asami
had spied as often as she could.  Lately though, her father had been
becoming even more attentive to Asami and seemed to want to touch her every
chance he got.  Twice his fatherly embraces included his hand straying to
her ass cheek and squeezing rather harshly the firm flesh.  When she
complained he said he was only playing.  Last week, after enticing her into
his lap late one night when he returned from his drinking, he had played a
tickle game with her.  But, when he began to tickle her below the waist,
his hand had strayed into her crotch until his stubby fingers were actually
pinching her vagina lips.  She had jumped from his lap and scolded him but
he simply looked innocent and said she was imagining things.



   This time on the balcony she had decided to go a step further.  She knew
her father expected her to be away for two hours at piano practice and her
mother was at her job.  Asami knew this was the opportunity for her father
to again seduce Kiri-san.  In a few weeks she would leave for England and
be away from her father, probably for good.



   She took a small video camera and located it in a shoebox on Kiri's
dresser that she kept her correspondence in.  Kiri did not socialize much
with her classmates but she loved to send and receive E-mail on her
computer.  She printed off each one she got and kept it in her box.  Asami
took out the letters and placed the camera in the box with the lens against
a whole the size of a yen coin.  She tested the manual focus with the bed
and took the remote control.  Sure enough from the patio it would start the
camera running.



   Now as she stood on the balcony she clicked the remote and started the
30-minute tape running.  Her father barked another command at her sister
she could not quite understand.  She had been sitting on the edge of the
bed nude with her head down.  He spoke softly to her and she kept shaking
her head no in a negative reply to his questions.  Suddenly he yanked her
face up with a strong grasp on her chin and slapped her fully in the face
with his other hand.



   "Go get it, right now!" he barked to the girl.  Her face flushed red
from the blow, Kiri got up and returned with a plastic basin used to soak
her father's tired feet when he requested.  She took the basin in both
hands and placed it tightly against her neck just below her chin.  Her
father had undressed and now he stood in front of her with his limp cock in
his hand.



   Asami wondered why his cock was not hard but she suddenly understood. 
As her father barked "not a drop, understand....  swallow it all." He
suddenly let loose a thick stream of bright yellow piss directly into
Kiri's wide-open mouth.  The words not a drop became clear.  Kiri dutifully
began gulping down the hot piss as fast as her throat muscles could swallow
the salty brine.  A few drops ran down her chin or splashed off her tongue
but the rest she swallowed with great difficulty.  But, after at least two
minutes the thick flow exceeded her ability to digest and the flow came
backing up out of her mouth into the plastic pan.



   "Bacado", her father screamed calling her an idiot.  At that moment Kiri
lost all control of trying to ingest the hot stream.  She simply quit
swallowing and let the piss bounce off her mouth, tongue and face into the
plastic pan with a very audible splashing sound.  Her father seeing this
resignation of effort pissed into the young girls face and eyes
purposefully and then rained the flow on her tiny breasts and fur covered
pubes.  The carpeted floor became soaked and so did her bed.



   Finally his flow ceased and he stood up over the cowering girl.  "I told
you not a drop, you stupid little cow.  Now I am forced to teach you a
lesson in obedience.  And, since you are no longer my little whore, I will
now have to indoctrinate your sister to take your place.  But now, you're
beating as I promised."



   Yakasomi took the thin leather belt off and turned the piss soaked girl
on her stomach.  The belt came down on her buttocks with a whistle and left
a bright line of blood spotted welt.  Again and again his blows rained down
accompanied by the wailing shrieks of the tortured young woman.  Gone were
the baby fat hips and hairless cunny of yesteryear.  Here was a
full-fledged woman, full breasted with a magnificent ass and fully bearded
cunt.  Her sexual appetite had actually increased after the six years of
incestous relations with her father.  He was not aware that one of the
reasons for her going to England to school was her new lover Hiro.  He had
received a scholarship also to study abroad and they planned on getting an
apartment together.



   At first Kiri had been shy about exposing how much she knew about sex
but as they became more comfortable in bed she took delight in teaching him
the many tricks she had learned.  When questioned she shyly explained she
secretly watched her father's porno tape collection a lot.  She thought he
would run out the door screaming when she asked him if he would like to
fuck her in the ass in just those words.  But, when he got started, he gave
her one of the best fucks she'd ever had causing her to have three anal
climaxes and two anal.



   Now she lay on her bed both miserable and humiliated, painfully aware of
each slashing blow and thinking just a few more days, just a few more days
and I'll be away from all this with my Hiro.  He stopped after the
thirtieth blow.  Picking up the piss pan he dumped it on her back and she
screamed in new pain as the salty piss entered the wounds.



   His cock stood out from his body like an angry sword so stiff it
actually quivered.  He grasped it in one hand and pried the piss soak ass
cheeks apart on his daughter.  To Asami's amazement Kiri's pussy was
flooded with pussy cream.  Her father scooped up a handful of the oily girl
cream and lathered the top of his cock with the juice.  With that being the
only preparation her father knelt behind the bewildered Japanese girl and
drove his rampant eight incher straight up her ass.  Two things happened
immediately.  Kiri let out a blood curling yell and then went into multiple
orgasms, two vaginally and one anal.  The beatings had been very painful
but had excited her more than any sex act she had ever performed.  Her
father came almost immediately, stood, hitched up his pants and left
without another word.



   Kiri cried all the harder because she felt she had not lived up to the
code of the good and dutiful daughter.  Asami left the balcony and slipped
into her sister's room.  As Kiri realized her younger sister's presence and
the condition she was in she tried to cover herself with the piss soaked
bedding.  "No, let me help you," Asami said.  She went a got a warm clothe
and began to cleanse the girl.  She applied warm ointment after she had
changed the bedding.  She used a cleanser on the carpet to remove most of
the smelly stain.



   Her and Kiri talked for hours.  Asami explained her knowledge and
tearfully said she did not want to interfere unless Kiri asked her help. 
Kiri tearfully explained she didn't think anyone would believe her over her
father's word.  They tried to plan how Asami could escape at age fourteen
the fate Kiri had to endure.  Asami had two weapons going for her, the film
in the camera and her spirit not to let the lecherous old man have his way
even if it meant exposing him.



   Kiri flew off for England and two weeks before her Mexico trip her
mother flew back to Sasebo to be with her sick mother for three days.  The
first night alone in the house with her father she could not sleep.  It did
no good to lock her door, he had a master key and there was no deadbolt. 
About midnight she had her back to the door when she heard it open and
light spilled in from the hallway.  She pretended sleep but he came to her
bed anyway.



   Her father gently shook her shoulder and when she stirred he said,
"Asami, my most beautiful daughter, I am lonely without your mother, can I
sleep here besides you tonight?"



   When she complained he ignored her and slipped into bed cuddling up to
her small but warm back.  His crotch was nestled snug against her bottom
and she could feel his stiff cock pressing into the crack of her ass.  She
jumped away from him and flipping the covers back exposed the rigid cock
that had sprung from the fly of his pajamas.



   "What's a matter with you, old man," she shouted, "you gone bako tarde.
I'm your daughter, not your slut whore mistress, don't you dare touch me."



   The old man was taken aback by her spirit and anger.  He decided to back
peddle for a while and not spur her anger.  With a deep sigh he got up,
nonchalantly stuffed his stiff prick back in his pajamas and went off to
his own room.  Asami dreaded the next day and especially the next two
nights.



   After her father stormed from her room she lay awake dreading his
eventful return.  She knew with his prick as stiff as it was when he left
he would want a woman to satisfy him.  He was too proud to take matters
into his own hands so to speak.  As dreadful as the even was, she still
felt a quickening in her breath and a warm tingle between her legs.  The
thought of her fathers smooth hands gliding between her silky tan and
muscled thighs and into her warm, wet virgin hole made her shiver.



   About an hour later she heard tires squeal in the driveway and looked
out her second story window to see a bright red jeep with a blonde girl
driving come to a squealing stop.  A busty blonde girl got out and screamed
into the night air, "Yakasomi, you big dick cocksucker, where are you. 
Dare to call me up in the middle of the night with a hard on, you'd better
be worth the trip."



   Saying that she headed for the pool apron directly below young Asami's
window.  Unbuttoning the silky red blouse she was wearing she flipped it
off to the pool deck revealing a beautiful set of fully tanned breasts that
most Japanese women would die to have without surgery.  From her vantage
Asami could see the girl was still a young girl probably still a teen.  As
the girl bent and peeled off her Levi jeans her tanned ass cheeks was
divided by only a pale strip of white which shone in the moonlight.  She
wears a thong bikini, Asami thought.  Sans panties the girl cut a graceful
arch as she dove headfirst into the heated pool's quiet surface, hardly
making a ripple at her entrance.



   She swam under the water for a few meters and then surfaced and started
doing racing laps using a powerful backstroke that kept her large breasts
exposed as the water rippled around them.  Asami heard a loud yell and saw
her now even drunker father stagger out of the house to poolside.  He was
wearing his bathrobe but as he got to the concrete deck he dropped it to
reveal his hairy body in complete nakedness.  His large prick jutted out
from beneath his slightly pot belly to curve an arc in the air some eight
inches in front of him.



   He sat down on a towel at the top of a ladder leading up from the pool.
The blonde swum to the ladder and climbed high enough up to reach his cock
with her hands and her mouth.  Without a word she licked the palms of her
hands with her warm saliva and began to jack off the rich man with both
hands.  She showed she was skilled at what she was doing and her actions
caused her father to fall back onto his back on the cool concrete and let
the feeling of the teen's slick fingers work their magic.



   Stopping her double hand job she bent over and began an oral assault to
go along with her single hand job while she squeezed his balls in rhythm to
her sucking strokes.  Bending forward she shoved as much cock as she could
reach from her position on the ladder into her mouth until she was sucking
at least two thirds deep into her mouth and throat.



   His moans and the sounds of her fingers on wet flesh and the slurping
and sucking sounds from her mouth drifted up to Asami's ears from where she
stood just inside the double French doors.  She was hidden from view by a
white lace curtain fluttering in the night breeze but the stillness of the
summer night and the open door allowed her an auditory experience to
accompany the visual stimuli.



   Asami was really getting excited and she could feel the moisture and
wetness from her cuntal portal flowing down one bare leg almost to her
knee. She reached down and glided first one and then two and finally three
fingers into her wet slickness.



   From below the blonde girl came up the ladder and straddled her father's
prone body, easing down on the tall cock shaft until the base was tangled
in the wet silk of her golden pubes.  She began a pony ride that would
surely draw the sap from most men in just a few minutes.  But Asami's
father was no ordinary man.  First, he was drunk.  Second, he had the
capacity to fuck all night long and only cum a couple of times.  Either way
the girl was going to have to work a bit for this cum shot.



   As the thick Oriental prong stuffed the tight American girl's pussy,
Asami could hear the squishing sounds of the juices from their love
connection and hear the slap of the girl's ass against her father's thighs.
The girl became more frantic in her movements as the thick cock plunged
repeatedly into her cunt and touched bottom on each of her down strokes. 
Finally she began a rapid tattoo of hip thrust and brought herself to
fulfillment with a high pitched yelp and a fluttering of her ass cheeks as
they lay pressed against the old man's cock and belly.



   The Japanese father, still unsatisfied got to his knees and said
something to the blonde teen.  She laughed and said loudly, "Bullshit, I
don't think so!"



   From the discussion Asami could see some form of bargaining was taken
place and finally her father threw up his hands and screamed, "O.K., five
hundred American dollars.  Now, expensive white whore get on your knees for
my cock."



   The girl laughed and assumed the directed position.  Yakasomi knelt
behind her and reaching between her thighs brought some of her abundant
girl cream out of her snatch and applied it liberally to his stiff cock. 
Spreading her ass cheeks wide he introduced his cock back into her pussy
for a few minutes then shifted upwards to a higher and tighter target.



   "Ohhhh, shit," the American yelled as the older man drove about half his
cock into her tight rectum in one mighty surge.



   "Be quiet white bitch, be honored to take my beautiful weapon into your
pit of shit," he barked.  He began to furiously pump and saw the big cock
into her ass tunnel without regards to her cries and whimpers.  The blonde
laid her head on the cool concrete pool apron and rested her elbows on the
ground allowing her well-packed asshole to stick almost straight in the
air.



   "Ohhhh my Gawd," she screeched in a slight Val gal accent, "you're going
to kill me with that thing."



   He ignored her and continued pumping as hard as he could.  Just when
Asami thought for sure he would have a heart attack from the way his veins
were bulging in his neck and the quivering of his muscular thighs Yakasomi
rolled his head back on his shoulders and looking into the starry sky
yelled, "Asami-san my true love, this could be you," in Japanese.  With
deliberate slowness his giant gray haired head turned until he was looking
directly to the window Asami was standing in.



   She stepped from behind the white curtain and keeping her gaze fastened
on her father she dropped the flimsy robe she had been wearing to the floor
and, standing nude in the starlight, she opened her arms wide and had a
violent orgasm.  Her body proved she wanted the gray haired man she loved
more than anything to teach her sex but her mind said here I am but you
can't touch me you evil old bastard.  Torn between her desires and her love
mixed with the hatred pouring from her heart the Japanese girl was a
whirlwind of mixed feeling and emotions.



   Part II



   She climbed into her bed and tried not to hear any more of the noise
from the pool.  The juice from her drenched pussy was still collected on
her pussy lips and down both legs and she thought about a shower.  Yes, a
nice cold one she thought.  She got up and entered the stall but she
decided hot water would make her feel better.  As the hot spray washed the
evidence of her recent arousal away she failed to notice the shadow
standing outside the shower door.



   Suddenly the door opened and her father stepped into the tight stall
with her.  He was behind her and his strong arms reached to her front and
crushed her small tits into her chest as he drew her nude body back tight
against him.  She flailed her thin arms in an attempt to break free but his
grip was tight.  She could feel his growing erection pressing between the
taunt cheeks of her small ass.



   "You saw what I did to that white whore, my daughter, didn't you?" he
inquired, bent forward and whispering in her ear.  "That should have been
your pussy and ass I was fucking, not some expensive gaijin bitch.  Your
body belongs to me and I intend to take it.  I'll wait until you and your
Mother return form your Mexican holiday but, when you do come back, be
prepared to give me all your body as soon as we can be alone."



   Her father suddenly spun her small bode around and shoved her to her
knees.  He was not as drunk as before having sobered considerably fucking
the blonde teen.  As her knees hit the slick tile and the water pounded
down on her tits and lower belly she found she was at eye and mouth level
to her father's now rampant cock.  He brought her face up close to it by
grabbing a large chunk of her coal black hair in his hands and pulling her
forcefully forward.



   "Smell the white whore's ass, Asami.  Does it smell good?  A good
daughter would know exactly what to do for her father whose cock was soiled
by a whore, don't you think."



   Hating herself, Asami knew this was making her highly aroused and the
stench of the still soiled Father cock only and inch in front of her flared
nostrils was not disgusting her as much as her mind wished it did.  He
rubbed the big bulbous head all over her clinched lips and cheeks leaving
brown smears from the smegma still attached to his corona.



   He reached with one hand and gripped her small chin in his powerful
grasp and spoke softly down to his upturned child's face.  "You know you
want to suck it Asami-san, give in to your desire.  Cleanse your humble
Father's sword of pleasure like the dutiful daughter you are and give and
old man pleasure."



   He directed her lips to the trembling staff rigidly waving in the air.
Her lips trembled open involuntarily and she slid the top of her pink
tongue ever so slowly forward until the tip touched the side of the darkly
hued head.  Her father let out a deep sigh at the feathery touch and pushed
his prick forward.



   Asami opened her full lips and allowed the blunt head entrance.  She had
to open her mouth as wide as she could just to gather in the head and the
first two inches of the thick cock.  Her jaws began to ache immediately in
this uncomfortable position but her passions dulled her sense of pain.



   Her fathers thick legs trembled at the suction the teen began on his
bulging cock.  He couldn't remember when his cock had been so stiff.  He
hoped he could hold back his cum until he could fuck her but he was so
excited even he could not control when his onslaught would begin.  She was
placing feathery licks all over his crown drawing off all residue from his
recent anal invasion of the blonde.  The shower was cleansing the rest of
his cock with the fine hot needle thin spray misting their bodies.



   Asami's hair was plastered to her head and the cock in her mouth was
becoming slippery from her saliva and his pre-cum.  She savored the
slightly saline flavor of the egg white like substance leaking from his
large cockslit and dipped her tongue to sample more of the special nectar
that had created her.  Her father's hands were pulling at her wet hair,
digging his fingers into her scalp and pulling her forward to try and drive
more of his cock into her mouth.  Her small hands on his thighs showed she
had remarkable strength when she was able to lever him back away from her
until the cock dislodged from her throat where he was gagging her.  She
continued to push him off until the cock backed from her mouth.



   Suddenly, as if her mind had gained control of her passion crazed body,
she screamed, "No ...  this is evil and wrong.  I can't make love to my own
father.  Oh God, please forgive your child of her sins." She scurried to
the far end of the shower stall where she lay huddled on the wet enamel
shivering and crying.



   Her father was furious at this unexpected interruption to his pleasure
by this little runt of a daughter.  Just when he thought she was under his
control she had bolted from the paddock again.  His hands grasped his now
deflated cock and he thought of jacking off into her face as punishment. 
No, he thought, my cum is too good for this little bitch.  She deserves the
same treatment I gave her older slut sister before she left home.  He
fingered his cock and pressed his palm into his lower belly bringing up the
urge to relieve himself.  His cock stiffened slightly and took on a
fattened, bloated look.



   He bent down and grasped the small brown girl by the top of her hair and
jerked her wet face upright.  "I guess you needed a shower and I am
determined you get your wish darling daughter.  But, more than a shower for
your body, this is a shower for your soul.  He twisted her hair until the
wet strands threatened to tear form their roots.  The girl's eyes filled
with more tears and she let out a piercing scream.  The old man yelled,
"Open your mouth, bitch" and following his command her mouth fell open.



   Bending at the knees, he stooped and taking aim directed a strong and
hot flow of urine directly into the startled girls mouth and face.  She
began to sputter and spit trying to keep the flow out but it was too strong
and too much.  Finally, in defeat, she swallowed enough to keep the
overflow from choking.  When the stream left her mouth and hosed off her
tits and lower belly she covered her face with both hands but he was almost
done.  His piss stream wilted and slowed to a few dribbles on her thighs.



   He stepped from the shower stall and said, "We are not finished, my
daughter.  When you return from the Mexican country I will take your
virginity in the other two holes my cock has not entered.  When I am
through with them I will stick my shit covered cock down your throat and
cum until I choke you half to death, that is my promise."



   She shivered at the thought and then gathering her courage yelled at
him, "I am not my sister, you won't do to me what you did to her, I will
not allow it!"



   He looked at her piss-covered body and laughed, "I think I have already
done what I did to your sister or did you forget.  One word to your stupid
mother and not one red cent for any trips, vacation or schools.  You won't
have that pretty little sports car you want next year.  You'll have to wear
the same clothes next school year you have this year.  I know your mother
doesn't have that kind of money to throw around on a stupid piss covered
daughter like you."



   The man stormed form the room and left Asami crying on the wet cold
tiles as water continued to wash away the stale brine he had deposited on
her.  She lifted her head and let the shower water fill her mouth again and
again trying to wash the taste of her father's waste form her mouth.  To no
avail, she could still taste the flavor of him and her body kept shivering
as her thoughts flitted between her revulsion and her still all consuming
sexual excitement.  Her small puss was still leaking large amounts of fluid
that ran onto her leg and was quickly washed away.  She reached down and
inserted two fingers in herself and with the sounds of her tight hole
squishing loudly she brought herself off in a matter of minutes.



   Exhausted from her ordeal she crept out of the shower stall nude and not
even bothering to dry off stumbled into her bed and pulled the sheets over
her shivering body.  Finally, after what seemed like hours, she drifted off
into a troubled sleep where she was being pursued by several large men
through the back alleys of a large city.  She was entirely nude but the
people she saw in the city treated her as if she were invisible.  Each
doorway she turned into was either a blank wall or a locked door and still
the men came getting closer by the second.  Finally one of the men grabbed
her by her wet hair and yanked her off her feet.  Looking up she saw all of
them standing around her with their weapons stiff and ready and all of them
were huge.  Just as one knelt down to do what he was going to do, she woke
up with a start.



   Her mother was due back today and she lay awake trying to decide if she
should divulge everything she knew about her father and her older sister or
just what had happened to her.  She had the sinking fear her mother knew
perfectly well what went on between Kiri and her husband.  How could she
not know after all those years?  No, better explained she knew and didn't
care.  If the young girl kept the old man away from her, more power to the
young girl.



   She dressed in a sports outfit and went to the local tennis courts. 
After an hour with the ball machine she saw one of her older sisters
friends Mariko playing with a tall good-looking Japanese boy of about
nineteen.  She introduced him as Jenko and Asami sat and watched the two
play for a while.  Mariko was tall for her eighteen years almost as tall as
an Easterner but she still had a slimness about her that made her look
boyish.  She played the game well and had him down 3 sets to 2 in the
opening round before she hit wide and he came back to take the tie-breaker.
They joined Asami under the patio umbrella and wiped the sweat off their
tanned bodies.  The boy ordered a beer and the girls ordered wine coolers.
They sat for two hours while they eyed each other's bodies.



   Jenko could not keep his eyes off Asami and neither could Mariko.  Asami
never suspected her sister had friends that might prefer girls to boys but
the way Mariko kept touching her arm and shoulder, brushing her hair back
out of her eyes and generally coming on to her she began to suspect the
older girl had ulterior motives.



   Jenko suggested they all three go to Mariko's house for a few drinks
since her mother was working.  Mariko's father had gone off three years ago
on a snowy winter night and had never been seen or heard from again.  Her
mother was left with a nice soba soup stand that made much more money than
a lot of people suspected.  Their home was relatively small just four rooms
but it was in a nice residential area.  Both Mariko and her mother drove
fairly new cars.



   Asami agreed somewhat cautiously but after the last seventy-two hours
she didn't think she could get into any more problems than she had.  The
went into Mariko's room and she put on some good CD's, the latest hits from
some punk groups in America.  Jenko produced a joint from his back and
although Asami was not a virgin at smoking pot she had only done it on a
few occasions, usually on some school trip on the bus.  They passed the
toke around and Asami felt the warm rush of the grass relaxing her entire
body.  Mariko poured some sake and they had a few short glasses of the
potent rice wine.



   About this time Asami was feeling no pain so when Jenko fell across her
left side and began kissing her and Mariko fell on her right and began
squeezing her breasts she did not put up any resistance.  After about ten
minutes of making out Mariko had stripped the girl of her tennis T shirt
and bra and was suckling both her tits furiously while Jenko had hoisted
her short tennis skirt and relieved her of her tennis panties.  She still
wore her sneakers and white socks but both her legs were drawn up and apart
as Jenko buried his face in the soft folds of her pussy and licked her cunt
for all he was worth.



   The older Japanese boy knew how to eat pussy and he soon had Asami
climbing the walls with his tongue.  Asami's nipples were extended a good
three quarters of an inch from her tit buds from the sucking and biting of
the lesbian girl.  Her lips were bruised form the forceful way the girl
jammed her mouth down onto hers and her tongue ached from being drawn as
far into the bitch's grasping mouth and throat as it could go.



   Asami knew that she should bring a halt to these proceeding since both
of these older kids were bent on having her body in all ways.  Yet, the
heavy sucking of her pussy and the grass combined with the wine had relaxed
her into a state of non-refusal and she just enjoyed the minute.  When
Jenko's mouth left her sopping wet cuntal mound and she felt him shifting
on the bed she just lay with one arm thrown across her eyes and the other
hand gripping the bedspread.



   Suddenly Asami felt something wet and hot touching her cheeks and she
uncovered her face and looked into the tip of the Japanese youths
seven-inch cock.  It was fairly thick and a large glob of seminal fluid had
already been smeared on her cheek form the leaking head.



   She made a quick decision and turned her head and engulfed the slippery
tip with her mouth.  The youth let out a loud sigh and pushed his hips
forward burying at least two thirds of the thick cock deep into the teen's
mouth.  She suckled the blunt tip relishing its smooth texture and juicy
taste.  Knowing she was not sucking the flesh of her father relaxed all her
inhibitions about this form of lovemaking and she quickly decided she loved
cock sucking.



   Jenko must have agreed because after a few minutes he pushed her head
away from his stiffened cock and moaned, "Can't take anymore or I'll cum."
Asami had been hoping that was what he would do but the boy wanted to get
into her tight pussy.  He rolled her onto her side and nestled in behind
her raising one of her legs in the air.  She felt the wet tip of his cock
nudging the tender folds of her pussy but, with a sudden change of mind,
Asami reached back and drew the cock a notch higher until it was nestled in
her butt crack.



   Jenko leaned over and whispered in her ear, "That's the wrong hole
Asamisan, are you sure you want my thick cock up your ass."



   Asami did not answer just nodded yes and spread her cheeks apart.  The
youth spit into his hand and massaged the wetness onto his cockhead. 
Scooting backwards he pushed her to an all fours position and spread her
cheeks even wider until her brown pucker opened a millimeter.  He quickly
speared his tongue deep into the groove and using more spittle wet both the
interior and exterior of her tight bung.



   Sitting up, he pressed the blunt tip to the wet hole and now with Mariko
assistance in keeping her cheeks open he forced the blunt tip into the anal
opening until the crown slipped past the ring.  Asami let out a deep moan
as the painful intrusion began to bugger the small teen.  She had never
felt such pain in her body in all her life and she was about to ask him to
stop.  But, by this time, he had wedged over half the thick cock in her
colon and she let him go on when he whispered the worst was over and it
would get better after this.



   Meanwhile Mariko had slid on her back between Asami's legs until her
face could reach the vacant pussy directly above.  Raising her head she
began to suck and lick the tender pink folds of the girls inner lips paying
close attention to the now raised and rigid clitoris.  Asami soon forgot
what pain as there as the twin assaults on her sexual nerve centers began
in earnest.  Jenko was driving the full length deep into her ass guts on
each stroke and Asami could not stop her buttocks from banging her pussy
down onto the now dripping wet face of her sister's friend.



   The dual assault did not last long.  Jenko could not take much of the
tight squeeze the teens ass was giving his thick cock length.  He warned
both girls he was about to cum then yanked the cock out way too fast for
Asami's tight anus causing her to cry out in pain.  Jenko reached down and
pushed the lesbian's face out of the folds of the teens pussy and let fly
blast after blast into the upturned cunt wetted face.  Mariko, to his
surprise, opened her mouth and gobbled as much of the cock sauce as she
could.  When he was finished he offered her the heavily soiled prick as a
special treat and she again surprised him when she sucked it into her mouth
and began to clean it.



   Asami fell onto her side and reached back to see if there was any
serious damage to her rear end.  Other than her asshole gaping open and a
slight brown and red deposit of sludge leaking out she still seemed to be
intact.  She got up, and barely able to walk, duck walked herself to the
toilet where she flushed out her pussy and ass with Mariko's douche kit
hanging there.



   She thanked her God for allowing her to remain sensible enough to keep
her vaginal virginity and she speculated that she could really get
accustomed to sucking cock and being ass fucked.  She wasn't sure about the
pussy eating by Mariko but it had felt good.  She wondered what it would be
like to eat a pussy.  Of course Jenko's pussy eating had felt a lot better.



   She straightened up and made her good-byes.  They both begged her to
stay longer but she said she had to be home when her mother came back from
her trip in about a half an hour.  As he left Jenko was laying on his back
as Mariko sucked his cock back to a second stiffness.  She guessed the girl
was bisexual and that's why her sister did not know about her desires for
young girls.



   As she walked down the hill she welcomed the burning pain in her ass
where the muscle had been torn and the ache deep in her colon where the
cock had probed her bowel tract.  It made her feel more like a woman and
lessened the pain of her encounter with her father.  She vowed Jenko would
not be the last boy she fucked and she was determined to give away her
virginity to someone worthwhile rather than let her father have it.



   These thoughts were drifting through her mind as she lay in the burning
Mexican sun a few weeks later.  She sipped her cool drink and stretched her
legs out to the sides so the sun could reach her inner thighs.  As she did,
the fabric of her small bikini bottom stretched taut across her small but
firm behind and her mind again though of the young Japanese youths thick
cock pushing in there.



   Pushing her cuntal mound hard against the warm sand she moaned a sound
deep in her throat.  She was starting to become sexually aroused again for
about the fifth time that day.  Last night after her mother was asleep in
the big king sized bed they shared she had gone to the bathroom and
masturbated with her hairbrush and some petroleum jelly.  It had taken the
edge off some of her frustrations but apparently not all.



   She saw Sandy coming down the beach drawing the usual appreciated stares
from most of the male beach crowd.  The tall girl from Texas was seventeen
and at age fourteen had possessed the body of a grown woman.  Her tits were
enormous pair of D cups probably close to forty inch sized.  The were
barely contained in her "USA" swimsuit she often wore at bikini contests.
The front was no more than two thin ribbons of cloth that covered the very
centers of her big breasts and wrapped behind into the briefest of thongs.
The girl had come down with her mother and they were renting a nice condo
about a half-mile up the beach.  Asami had become friends with her two days
ago when they were both trying Para-sailing for the first time.



   Asami had been totally embarrassed when Sandy had come gliding into the
shallow water for her landing her splash down had resulted in both her
breasts popping loose form her top on each side.  But sandy nonchalantly
had waded from the surf unbuckling the rig and stood there absently
stuffing her tits in while describing her trip in the air.



   Chapter Three





   Asami-san watched the blonde from Texas stride across the beach and flop
down next to her mother on the hot beach.  No sooner than that para-sail's
landing, another came sailing in carrying an equally beautiful blonde girl
onto the surf near the beach.  This blonde came striding out of the surf.
She was wearing a flame red bikini, the top of which barely covered her
nipples and as she splashed through the surf, her two large jugs kept
flopping to either side threatening to fall out as it had before.  She
turned to wave to the Mexican guys in the boat and Asami gasped at the back
of her bikini bottom.  She had seen a few thong tops on the beach but
nothing compared to this.  There was more material on a string of dental
floss than the amount on the bright red bottoms of the blonde's suit. 
Asami, at a distance of twenty feet, was almost sure she could see tufts of
pubic hair along the fringes of her suit.  Crap, here she was, a skinny
barely fourteen year old trying to compete with these blonde bombshells
with their titty's falling out of their suits and their pussies popping out
of their thongs.  Not fair.



   She watched the attention the blonde got from the other sunbathers.  An
old gray haired man with a pot belly and a big, fat wife stared as Julie
bounced across the sand.



   "Ooch, ouch, ouch," she said, hopping as her feet hit the burning hot
Mexican sand.  Her left breast flounced out the outer side of her bikini,
the nipple puckered and swollen looking and Asami saw the old guy jerk
straight up to get a better view as she bounced by him.  The blonde flopped
into a beach chair near Asami and her mother, looked down and said, "Oops"
and shoved her tit back under the narrow band.  Asami saw her mother
frowning at the vulgar display and then she returned to her Japanese
romance novel.  That's what her mother had called it but Asami had read a
few chapters when her Mother had fallen asleep on the plane coming in.  It
was nothing more than outright porn with frank description of large cocks
invaded small vagina's on women waiting to meet their Prince Charming.  In
this book, a wealthy land owners wife falls in love with the man working
the land's oldest son, a boy barely out of high school but with a strong
chest and massive penis.  She became wet reading the graphic detail of how
the older woman suckled the stiff prick to completion and swallowed the
youthful nectar that did not dribble down her chin.  Asami tried to
envision her Mother doing something like that.  She thought again of her
evil father and his demands for sexual pleasure from his two young
daughters.  'Damn him, damn him to Hell,' she thought.



   The old couple were fighting, the man being swatted by the fat woman's
magazine for looking too hard at the blonde's beach show.  He warded her
blows off with his arm while turning to stare at Julie in the lounge chair.
Julie nonchalantly pulled a bottle of sun tan oil from her big straw beach
purse and glanced around the beach.  Seeing Jose, one of the more popular
cabana boys on the beach with the women along with Asami's Mario, she
hailed him over.



   "Jose, can you lend me a hand por favor?" In her New York accent it
sounded more like "pour favoour."



   He came trotting up barefoot and again Asami wondered how they kept
their feet from blistering in the hot sand.



   "Yes, Ms.  Julie, how can I be of service?" the grinning beach boy
asked, his blindingly white towel over his arms and his tanned face split
into a wide grin.  The brightness of his teeth in that bronzed face and the
beauty of his features were enough to send many a heart a flutter on the
private resort beach.



   Julie shoved the bottle of oil towards him and flopped on her belly. 
Reaching back she untied the bikini top and let it fall to her side.  "Rub"
was all she said to the boy.



   Jose knelt at her side massaging the oil into the hot skin of the
fifteen year old.  Her large jugs were squeezed out each side of her body
as she lay flat and soon his hands were gracing those full curves as he
applied the oil in a nonchalant manner.



   "Oh Jose, you have great hands.  I bet I know where they could be put to
better use but we'd better wait until it's more private before I show you."



   "Si, Ms.  Julie, Jose gets off at four in the afternoon and would be
happy to provide you additional service, free of charge of course."



   "Of course you would," Julie said, reaching into her purse and
extracting a five dollar bill which she nonchalantly handed over her
shoulder to the tall, bronzed boy, in an instant saying he was dismissed
until she cared to use his service again.  He bent quickly and kissed the
back of her hand before extracting the bill and shoving it down the front
of his suit.  As he turned his crotch was only inches from Julie's face as
she lay turned on the lounge and she couldn't help but notice the large
bulge his cock made in the thin Speedos he was wearing.  He looked to be at
least semi erect.



   "Cocky little queer," Julie said to Asami.



   "Queer?  So sorry, no understand word queer, what mean, Julie-san?"



   Julie gave her an exasperated look.  "Queer, you know, faggot.  All
these beach studs go both ways.  They fuck old ladies up the shitter one
hour and bend over for a fat dude to pork them later in the same day. 
Never suck one of their cocks before washing it, believe me.  I've tasted
more shit on a beach boy's cock than I have a guy I was reaming.



   "What mean reaming?  I don't know this word either?'



   "Jesus Toledo, where you brought up in a monastery?"



   Asami's mother, speaking only a spattering of English turned at the tone
in the young girl's voice aimed at her youngest daughter.  She said in
Japanese, "Girl bothering you Asami-san.  What she want?"



   "Nothing Mother, it's just fine.  I'm learning new English words."



   Her mother made a harumphing noise in her throat and looking up, waved
at the tall American cabana boy named Steve to bring her another Long
Island Tea.  Asami-san noticed her mother always singled out Steve to do
her bidding and she again looked at the large bulge in the front of Steve's
swimsuit as he delivered the drink.  Asami wondered if her mom's eyes
behind those dark sunglass lens were admiring that bulge.  Mom went back to
her magazine after sipping her drink.  Asami wondered if she was going to
read more of her novel on the beach.  Nobody knew what it was about, it was
in Japanese but knowing her mother, she was probably ashamed just to be
reading it in public although she did get so bored on the plane she broke
it out.



   Julie leaned closer to the small Japanese girl.  "Reaming, putting your
tongue up a guy or girls ass, understand?"



   "Eewww" Asami exclaimed making a pinched face, "that awful.  Who do
that. Person bacatarde" she said using the Japanese word for crazy.



   Julie paid her no mind merely reached into her purse and pulled out a
filter cigarette.



   "Smoke?"



   Asami glanced around nervously at her mother who now had her eyes closed
napping.  The little girl nodded vigorously and took the proffered
cigarette in her small hand.



   Julie lit hers and offered Asami the flame.  The young girl bent
forward, misjudging the distance and ran the slim white tube over the flame
at the midpoint.  Julie simply adjusted the lighter until it was under the
tip and held it there.



   "Inhale, Dweeb," she told Asami, "haven't you ever smoked before?"



   Asami inhaled and immediately began choking.  She dropped the cigarette
to the sand as her mother sat up looking around to see what was the matter
with her daughter.  Asami pointed to the tall glass on her table and said
"Choked" in Japanese and her mother laid back down.  Asami bent down and
picked the still lit cigarette, holding it between her thumb and index
finger she took a small puff and blew the smoke out immediately.



   Julie gave her a pained look but didn't bother coaching her on inhaling,
why wake the mother again.  The tall blonde Texan was already a half a foot
short of six feet and little Asami barely came up to her tit level.  Asami
wished she could be more like the teen, relaxed around boys and men and
with an air of assuredness the older girl possessed.  She knew Julie had
come down with her nineteen year old sister but the first night in Cabo the
sister had hooked up with three surfer dudes and they had all split to set
up camp down the beach were they were free to fuck, do dope and surf to
their heart's content.  Older sister had rented an SUV at the airport for
the week and it sat in front of Julie's bungalow.  Her sister had warned
her to behave and stay out of trouble and she would see her in a week. 
That was Friday night and this was Sunday.



   Julie had told her a long story about bringing one of the desk clerks
and a beach boy back to her room last night for a long drawn out sex party
and pot smoking.  Apparently this is where Julie discovered that beach boys
had shit on their cocks when she had sucked the boy off that night.  Truth
be known, the shit was not off a guy's asshole.  The beach boy had spent a
good part of his afternoon entertaining Herman and Ethel Levy from Miami
Beach.  While the boy shoved all seven inches of his thin cock up Ethel's
flabby ass for an hour, Herman had sat in a chair, jacking off as he
watched the brown cheeks of the boy flex in and out as he sodomized his
wife.  At some point Herman had reached his peak of arousal, got up and
planted his stubby five inch circumcised cock into the butt of the cabin
boy and all three had gone their merry way for the next half hour.  Julie
had ended up snacking on Ethel's lunch by proxy that evening.  The beach
boy collected his three hundred dollars which he had split with the same
desk manager that was now packing Julie's fudge.



   Asami had listened, not quite sure of exactly everything the girl said
but not wanting to appear too stupid.



   "What 'ya got planned tonight, Squirt?  Julie asked, shading her eyes
and taking in the small Japanese girl.



   "Planned?  No plans.  Mama-san and I go dinner and then maybe walk on
beach.  Why ask?" Asami-san thought again of the tall beach boy Mario who
had brought her drinks and how his eyes had burned into her small nipples
and ass.  Again she felt the flare of passion inflict her loins.



   "Bummer.  I was thinking of driving into Cabo and seeing what's cooking,
wanna come?"



   "Oh no, surely Mama-san not approve of that."



   "You tell your Mama-san everything you do?"



   Asami thought for a second.  No, not really.  The secret about her
father, her and her sister she had not shared.  Maybe she should not share
all her life with her mother.



   "No Mama not know all.  Maybe I will try and go, but how?"



   "Just tell her my older sister wants to take us to dinner in town and
then dancing at a club just for teenagers.  No drinking and all young boys
that behave.  Shit, you're an angel, she'll buy that."



   Asami chewed on the thought for a minute.  "Okay dokay," she said
brightly trying to ignore the pained expression on Julie's face.  The
blonde thought the attractive young Japanese student couldn't hurt her
chances in snaring some handsome hunk tonight to ball her brains out. 
Besides, watching what happened to the squirt could be fun.



   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   Asami-san must have changed outfits at least a half a dozen times.  She
didn't want to look like the little Japanese school girl but every outfit
she had made her look that way.  She finally decided on a little sailor
jumper suit with a white bib on the blue jumpsuit.  The legs went to mid
thigh and were baggy but it fit tight across the rump emphasizing her tight
gymnastically trained ass.  Asami-san was especially proud of her ass and
now that she had been sodomized she had secret dreams about taking cocks up
her tight ass.  Of course, when she imagined the word cock she blushed and
giggled.  Such a naughty word, cock.



   When Julia honked outside at seven she kissed her mother ignoring her
warnings of behaving as she fled out the bungalow door.  Julie was dressed
in a tee shirt with a popular heavy metal band's picture on it and a pair
of tight pink shorts, sneakers with rolled down white socks.  She had her
hair in pigtails on each side of her head with pink ribbons attached.  From
the way her big boobs swayed under the tee shirt, she was braless.



   She piled down the rocky road into Cabo, dirt spinning from under the
tires and small pebbles pinging off the cactus lining the road.  Asami hung
on as the radio blared full volume the latest hits for the tragically hip
from a station in Cabo, the Big Wave, radio 99 Mexico pronounced Mec-e-co
by the announcer.  Julie screamed the lyrics to a half dozen hard driven
tunes Asami-san had never heard.  Once in a while a song would play she had
heard but was not fully familiar with.  They entered the city limits and
Julie slowed down, not wanting to get caught driving in Mexico with no
license.  She finally found a bar where the music spilling out on the
sidewalk matched the type of music she had been listening to.  Young boys
and girls strolled in and out as two young Mexicans hawked the business
from outside the door.



   "Hey gringo's come into the Happy Frog, happy hour all the time.  Get
your tequila shooters here anyway you want them.  Plenty of horny girls and
boys just looking to party and if you want some other stuff, ask for Tex in
the back."



   "This is the place," Julie said.  "I've heard of this place."



   She swung the SUV around back and parked next to a pile of similar
vehicles, all mud splattered from driving the dirt roads.



   "Ready to get down and dirty," Julie yelled as they walked through the
narrow door and were assaulted by the screaming music.  A Punk band of four
guys were on stage, the lead singer leaning way out over the crowd on the
mike screaming things like, "Anarchist fucking rule, capitalists must die"
and so on.



   "No one check I.D.?" Asami asked puzzled.



   "Fuck no, this is Mexico.  Besides if they ask, you're eighteen" and she
gave her the year to make her that age.  "If that doesn't work just pass
them a twenty."



   Asami san looked into her wallet.  She had two hundred U.S.  dollars and
about one hundred dollars in pesos.  She figured that should be enough for
tonight.  Julie ordered two beers and two shots of tequila.  The waitress,
dressed in hot pants and a thin tee shirt cut about two inches above the
bottom of her breasts, brought the drinks, two wedges of lime and a shaker
of sea salt.



   "Like this, Julie said, licking the back of her hand she poured a
helping of sea salt on the wet spot.  Licking the salt with a swipe of her
tongue she took the drink and tossed it back then bit into the lime wedge,
quickly chewing and swallowing the lot.  Asami tried it and when she got to
the lime wedge the tequila hit her stomach and she sat up sputtering and
choking.  Everyone around started laughing.



   When Asami had recovered she yelled at Julie trying to make herself
heard above the noise, "I thought we eat?"



   Julie snapped her fingers.  "Fuckin' ay, almost forgot.  Hey Jose, dos
fish tacos each, por favor."



   The guy at the bar nodded and Asami was glad the band had decided to
take a break at that time.  The music was giving her a headache even though
she liked Punk music, this was awfully loud.  She watched a squat redheaded
girl take a tumbler of tequila and put it between her ample breasts.  A guy
slipped in front of her and slithered up her chest as she tried to tilt
without spilling the jigger slowly forward into his mouth.  A crowd was
making bets.  Just as he looked about to succeed the rest of the jigger
went down across his face and down her belly.  e Another girl, a brunette
stepped up to the bar.  She lay across the bar and the bartender poured
tequila into her belly button.  A tall dude in baggy pants licked the juice
up as fast as it was poured.



   "They ought to try that in the snatch, " Julie said.  A wet tee shirt
contest was starting and Julie wolfed down one of her tacos and jumped up
on stage.  She frantically waved for Asami to join her but the Japanese
girl ducked her head and waved her hands saying no thanks.  Asami bit into
the soft rolled corn tortilla and into the crispy deep fried whitefish laid
across a bed of chopped cabbage and with a dollop of mayonnaise and salsa
for a sauce.  A squeeze of lime juice and a shot from the Habanero hot
sauce on the table and she was good to go as the waiter who delivered the
taco told and instructed her.  Sure enough it was delicious, the best thing
she'd had in Mexico.  The hot spices caused her to take deep swigs out of
her bottle of Dos Equis and before she had finished the two tacos she was
halfway through her second beer.  She began to feel real good just as the
wet tee shirt contest begin.



   ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   Asami watched the big bouncer fill the plastic beer pitcher from the tub
of water with ice chunks floating around in it.  He poured it slowly over
one tee shirt after another turning the thin cotton transparent and showing
the dark nips of one contestant after another.  When it came Julie's turn
she allowed the icy water to soak her boobs then took the tee shirt and
rolled it into a bandana around both tits, further emphasizing the large
size and the erectness of her nipples.  The boys surrounding the stage went
wild, digital cameras flashed and movie camera's zoomed into until a nipple
covered the entire viewer screen.



   When the contest ended Julie got second place, a little ribbon and a
card that said all Tequila shots at her table were free.  When she returned
to the table she had also collected two black guys who had really been
ogling her boobs during the contest.



   Asami meet Home-boy and Pete, they're from Illinois, right?"



   "Damn straight, right outa 'da hood, bitch, better believe it.  Where
you from Sammi?"



   "My name Asami-san, I'm from Japan."



   "Well ain't she the cutey, Pete.  Bitch doan look more than twelve.  How
old you honey?"



   "I'm eighteen."



   "Yeah and I'm the crown prince of Saudi, mutha fucker.  Hey Blondie,
let's use that free shooter card and order us up some Mexican assholes."



   "Mexican what?" Asami asked.



   "Assholes, babe, they'll grown hair on your snatch and looking at you,
I'd bet yours is as bald as a cue ball, what say Rufus," Pete said turning
to Home-boy.



   "Word up." He flagged the waitress and ordered four Mexican Assholes. 
Soon four shooters came back laced with the traditional tequila but also
some hot sauce and Worcestershire Sauce.  The gold of the drinks was
swirled with black and red.



   Home boy held his up in the air.  "Here's to Goldie over there, our two
Black asses and the red, well I guess that's as close as we can get to
Japan home of the mutha fuckin' rising sun and all, right.  Tora, fukin'
Tora, Tora."



   Asami-san licked the sea salt and downed the shooter than bit into the
lime wedge.  The added hot sauce gave the drink a kick but she had been
raised on spicy food and drink, especially wasabi.  The band started up and
she danced a couple of times with Home-boy enjoying watching his moves on
the dance floor and crazy antics.  She knew the drinks were getting to her
and her speech became so slurred her broken English was almost
unintelligible.



   About nine Pete suggested they move the party along to their digs on the
outskirts of Cabo.  He was getting concerned about the condition of the two
girls especially Asami who looked about to slide under the table at any
minute.  Julie was getting shit faced but hadn't reached the point of
losing her cool.  On the dance floor when the music had slowed she had
spent some passionate minutes grinding her loins into Pete's erection while
swabbing out each other's mouths with their long tongues.  From the long
length of black cock pressing against her cuntal mound she knew the kid
from Chi town was well hung.



   They piled into the SUV stopping only long enough to use some of Asami's
money to buy a case of beer and two fifths of Jose Cuervos Tequila.  Their
eyes bulged when they saw the wad of money Asami pulled from her small
purse.



   They pulled in front of a set of low slung adobe building nestled aside
by side under a hill.  On the ride there, Home-boy had tried to slide his
hand under the leg band of Asami's jumper but she had repeatedly pushed him
off until the tall Black kid was getting pissed.  Especially after the
action Pete was getting in the front seat.  Home-boy leaned over once and
saw Julie had Pete's cock out whacking him off.



   Banging on a wooden door until it was opened, they barged into a small
efficiency apartment.  In the front bedroom besides a large double bed were
two sleeping bags on the floor.  Through a small kitchenette was another
larger bedroom with two double beds and two more sleeping bags on the
floor. In back was a small bath with shower.



   "How many of you dudes are living here?" Julie asked, seeing two Black
guys lying on the floor on the sleeping bags watching television and
drinking beer.



   "Oh they be eight of us at present.  Guess the other half's out scoping
for some more pussy or other goodies.  Let me hit their cell and see wass
up."



   Home-boy hit a button and hesitated.  "Wass up?  Word.  Got two fine
honeys here, what you niggahs doing.  Hey, bring it back here and let us
all check it out.  Four be enough, Hell they be only eight of us, what you
want, fuckin' harem or somepin?"



   "Wass up?  Pete asked.



   Dudes done hooked up with a pair of honkies you wouldn't believe." He
bent over and whispered in Pete's ear.



   "No shit, man that be sumpin' a Mom and daughter combo.  I ain't never
trued that, word"



   The two Black guys on the floor shouted, "You niggers bring some more
beer.  We be 'bout out, you hear?"



   "Hey Dude, relax we got beer and we got hard stuff.  Some fine tequila
to go with our fine honey here.  And the other brothers, they be back
shortly with two more fine honeys and you know what dat mean?"



   "Partee," both guys said at once.



   +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++



   The next half hour Asami fended off offers of more booze, took a joint
and smoked enough to renew her buzz good and tried to avoid two of the
three Black guys advances.  Julie was on the bed with Pete, both his big
black hands under her tee shirt feeling her big boobs while she rubbed his
stiff cock through his shorts.



   "Jeeze, fuck her already" the short and stubby Black kid named Sid
yelled.  The other guy, a medium build quiet kid named Dexter was the only
one of the four who seemed ashamed of his buddies antics.  So far he had
been polite to Asami and not bothered her.



   Just as Asami was really getting worried about getting home since it was
after ten and she was supposed to be back by eleven, the door swung open
and four more Black guys walked in.  With them were two white women, one
the big busted beauty queen from Texas named Sandy and the other her
Mother, a woman named Carol and a big guy they said was called Hans from
Germany.



   More names were thrown around for the other dudes.  Shorty was a kid
about six and a half feet tall and Johnny, a huge hulking figure close to
seven feet tall and three hundred pounds.



   Quickly things got out of hand.  Apparently Carol was interested in a
small party with Hans and the other four were after Sandy's big blonde
Texas ass.  Asami heard Sandy talk about wanting a go with Johnny but no
back door action, he was too big.



   Carol drawled, "Hell, I aint't had a big Black cock since last years Fat
Stock Show in Houston when Betty Jean and I pulled a train at the Hyatt. 
Shit, musta been twenty of them dudes poking us in all our holes.  Whoopee,
was that a party.  Which ones of you niggers wants to fuck a real Texas
woman?



   Shorty walked up to her frowning.  "Who you calling nigger, bitch?'



   "Well shit," Carol drawled, "what do you think you are if you ain't no
nigger?"



   One of the unnamed guys came out of the back bedroom zipping up his
pants from taking a piss.  "Well honkie bitch, I tell you one thing we
ain't and that's no trash talking piece of redneck bitch from Texas that
thinks her shit doan stink, that's for sure."



   Sandy came flying out of the back bedroom where she had been with
Johnny. "Whoa, partners, hold on.  No need to get all riled up here and
spoil the party, right.  Mom's here is just a tad drunk and she does tend
to get obnoxious and carry on along racial lines.  Too many KKK in her
Mississippi background, I'm afraid.  Now us true Texas gals, we like 'em
all alike, red, white, Black or what the fuck, As long as I can meet one
that will stick their pricks in my pussy before they walk up and say hi,
I'm fine.  Now let's forget this Civil War crap and party."



   Carol put her arms around the tall kid Shorty and began plunging her
tongue deep into his mouth briefly ignoring Hans who flopped into a bean
bag chair swigging a beer.  Sandy went back to the other bedroom with
Johnny and Julie sprawled on the double bed in the front bedroom with Pete.
She seemed entirely unfazed by the other six guys laying around the floor
surrounding Asami and watching the action.  She peeled down Pete's zipper
and brought out his thick black cock.  Slipping her mouth over the end she
started sucking him kneeling on the bed.



   A kid named Myron got up and crawled behind Julie.  He was a squat guy,
about two hundred pounds and thick, muscular shoulders like a weightlifter.
He grabbed the zipper in back on Julie's shorts and ran it down.  The thong
beneath framed the pink cheeks of her full ass as the Black guy skinned her
shorts past her socks and sneakers and threw them in Shorty's face..  He
peeled the thong to one side and admired the dripping wet snatch of the
teen as she continued to bob her head a up and down on the thick pole she
was sucking.



   Asami watched this sexual tableau unfolding in amazement.  Never had she
seen such action since her tussle with the young lesbian and her male butt
fucking friend.  Shorty pulled the pink shorts off his face and climbed up
on the bed alongside of Pete leaving Carol on the floor on a sleeping bag.
Two Black guys began to fondle her and play with her tits through her
sundress.



   Up on the bed, Shorty whipped out a huge nine inch cock and pushed the
tip alongside his friends at the edge of Julie's mouth.  The blonde never
hesitated, just started tonguing both black cocks at the same time, lapping
up the seepage of cock cream from each drooling head.



   "Mutha fucker, honkie can suck cock, bro." Pete said.



   "No fuckin' shit, dat mouth like a vacuum cleaner.  Gonna call her
Hoover after this, right bro?"



   "Shit, word up."



   Home-boy came out of the back where Sandy was entertaining her man
Johnny.



   "Dude flat putting the black snake to that blonde pussy.  Hey Mom, you
know your daughter's a freak?" He looked over and saw Carol laying on her
back with a kid named Luther and Sid on the sleeping bag.  They were in the
process of shedding clothes.



   "Shit," Home-boy squawked, "looks like the brothers are getting into
some shit.  Only old Home-boy been left in the cold with this little
Japanese twat.  Baby, you've got to give it up for this niggah, hear?"



   Suddenly Carol stood bolt upright and screamed, "I'm not fucking you
niggers in front of all these other niggers.  If you want to party, let's
go somewhere else.  O.K.  Hans?"



   There was more mumbling about this white woman's continued use of the
"n" word but since they were about to plow her back forty they didn't put
up too much fuss.



   "Where's ya plan on going, ho?" Luther said.  "If the ho's too good to
fuck in front of the Home Boys then she can take her bigoted Texas ass back
to the Big D and go fuck herself."



   "Word up," Sid said, "but I's needs my tool drained and this bitch looks
ready made to do the job.  So I's stepping out with her and her German dude
and have a party.  Don't wait up for me, hear?"



   Asami glance at Julie on the bed with Home-boy and the kid Dexter. 
"Julie, are you going to be all right alone here?'



   Home-boy looked over his shoulder, "What 'ya mean alone, bitch?  Us
niggars are here with her and we plan to take good care of her sweet little
ass, don't we baby?"



   Julie just moaned as Dexter plunged three fingers into her wet snatch
while Home-boy ran his thumb in and out of her asshole.



   "Bitch doan told 'em she wants to play railroad and we gonna fix her
right up by having her pull a train.  Ain't that right sweet cheeks?'



   But Julie didn't answer, she was too busy stuffing Dexter's giant
sausage down her throat.



   End Chapter Three: Next Chapter - Asami gets in deeper





   Part IV



   Carol called out to Sandy to haul her ass out here pronto, they were
splitting.  The big Texas blonde came out zipping up her shorts with her
top thrown over her shoulder, her big tits wobbling form side to side with
each step.  Johnny had his arm around her waist and from the way the huge
rod was poking the front of his shorts out, he had been about to get some.



   Asami pushed Home-boy off of her as he was about to unzip her shorts. 
"Fuck off creepy dude, no way I have sex with you."



   "Whas 'up bitch, too good for old Home-boy here?  Afraid of a little
black snake.  Fuckin' gook, go back to Japan where you freakin' belong," he
barked.



   Carol staggered out with Hans and her new Black friend.  The six of them
piled into the SUV and headed back towards carol's rented condo.  On the
ride back Johnny drove the SUV and they weren't even a mile down the road
when Sandy unzipped his fly and started sucking his long black cock that
looked at least a good nine inches in length.  Asami sat back in the far
side of the passenger seat and listened to the sounds of the rock music and
the occasional loud slurps Sandy made on the wet cock length.  Carol was in
back with the Hans and the black boy Sid.  Hans was still drinking his beer
as Carol and Sid swapped spit.



   Johnny was pretty drunk and the drive was over two hours to the condo so
Sandy had to do a lot of sucking to get him to cum.  She kept raising her
head out of hip lap and working her jaws around and rubbing the wet saliva
and precum off her chin.  Her tee shirt had been removed in favor of her
bikini top she had on earlier in the evening.  Now both her breasts and the
valley in between were shiny wet from her constantly dripping mouth drool.
Asami was really getting turned on watching the blow job and had unzipped
here shorts to get at her wet snatch.



   Sandy had slipped off her thong long ago to gain access to her pussy
with one free hand.  Now, as hunched over the Black boys lap she reached
back and gave her pussy a vigorous workout.  Her constant grunts and jerks
followed occasionally by a loud groan and a pause in her sucking apparently
announced each of her many cum's during the long suck job.  Asami had
counted five of these outbursts in the last hour.



   When they were about forty minutes from the condo Johnny suddenly
swerved off the road into a narrow gully near some large cactus and came to
a screeching stop.  Grabbing the back of Sandy's head he began to thrust
her cock stuffed face very rapidly down on his spit drenched ebony tool. 
"Shit bitch," he groaned, "gonna get it now.  Got a big, big fucking wad
ready to spew for your tight Mother fuckin' throat."



   Suiting action to words the black kid pumped a massive load into Sandy's
mouth, much more than she was able to handle.  It shot out of the sides of
her mouth and some even came out of her nose.  Johnny collapsed back on the
seat and let the blonde clean his cock and balls of sticky cum juice while
he mumbled in a near comatose state from the sex and booze.  When she had
licked off most of the slimy cock sauce he slowly climbed out of the SUV
and came around to where Asami sat.



   "Drive bitch, I'm pooped," he said to carol who slid behind the wheel
still tryin to wipe all the cum off her face and body.  Johnny quickly fell
into a collapsed state of blissful sleep.



   "Shit," said Sandy, "shouda learned my lesson long ago never to suck off
a drunk before you get boffed.  Maybe he'll wake up when we get there but
I'm sure horny now.  Hey, Asami," she said to the girl next to her, "want
to fuck the kid when he wakes up?"



   Asami though about the thick long black cock and how much she wanted to
lose her cherry.  This might not be the best of times but it can't be the
worst of times.  "Hell yes, I'd love some of that ebony joystick," she
said.



   They arrived at the condo and all piled out, Carol trying to button up
enough buttons to make herself decent, her face covered in thick streams of
pasty cum.  They waited until Carol went upstairs with the two, smoking a
cigarette and laughing about what happened.  Asami still had enough of a
buzz going to be horny and inquisitive about the possibilities of what lay
ahead but she was scared of what her Mom would say about her being out so
late.



   Finally they jumped out of the SUV leaving Johnny sleeping in back, and
dashed into the condo and up the stars towards the master bedrooms.  Sandy
put her finger to her lips motioning Asami to keep quiet as they crept
along the hall.  Peeking around the master bedroom door, they both saw
Sandy's Mom sitting astride the blonde Hans as he pumped the thickest cock
Asami had ever seen in and out of her snatch.  Laying at the foot of the
bed was Sid trying to get his cock hard again.  Apparently Carol had sucked
him dry in the car before they came in.



   Carol was sitting in a pony forward position as she tried to drive her
ass down as hard as she could to impale the thick cock deeper into her
tight pussy.  It looked to be about eight inches long and as thick around
as a beer can.  Carol was moaning deeply and frantically driving the cock
in and out.  As Hans spotted the two girls in the doorway he tapped the
mother on her legs.  Looking around she said loudly, "Well don't just stand
there.  Get the fuck out or join the party.  I'm about ready to bust my nut
and I don't need distractions."



   She jammed her ass up and down tightly against the thick cock for a few
more minutes then, with thighs trembling and her head hung back howling,
she came.  After the powerful orgasm she fell to the man's side on the big
bed and said "Time out, I'm pooped.  What he really wants is to fuck me up
the ass and I told him to dream on.  I might as well get a pony and try it
out."



   The young mother got up and went into the bathroom.  Her pussy area and
her thighs were slick with sweat and cum juice from the fucking.  She had
cum residue in her hair and on her neck and boobs where Sid had taken
delight in spraying her body with his juices.  They heard the shower
running and a few minutes later she came out drying her short blonde
hairdo.



   Sandy licked her lips at the big drooling cock monster now swaying at
half mast after the interrupted fuck.  She climbed on the big bed and
settled between the blonde studs hairy legs.  Grasping the cock at the
middle she bent over and tried to fit it into her mouth.  By stretching her
jaws to the maximum she managed to get the head and about three inches into
her hot mouth.



   "Ya, goot," Hans grunted as the teen slurped on his cock tip while
massaging his hairy balls.  She dipped a finger between his ass cheeks and
ran it up into his tight, warm rectum.  He jerked then relaxed as she began
a prostrate massage that soon had his Graf Zepplin at maximum air
worthiness.



   "You've got to fit this monster up my tight teen snatch, I'm too hot to
wait," Sandy moaned.  He flipped her on her back and not waiting to even
check her lubrication rammed the blunt head and about half the shaft into
her pussy.



   "Ohhh, shit...not too fast," Sandy screamed as she was filled like she
had never been before.  "He's bigger than Cowboy, Mom and I thought that
was the biggest prick in the world."



   Carol laughed and sat in a chair smoking a cigarette and drying herself.
She turned away from the action on the bed and said to Asami "When Sandy
was thirteen we went to New York for a trip.  She hadn't developed those
giant tits yet.  In fact she was a little bit scrawny and about thirty
pounds lighter.  Anyway, I'd shaved her light pussy fur until she looked
about ten or eleven.  Brought back these three guys from the bar and told
them Sandy was a virgin but it was her birthday and my present for her were
their three cocks.  Told them she wanted it anyway they could give it to
her.  They must have fucked that child for about five hours straight.  As
soon as one would cum I'd suck him hard again and he'd jump back in the
fray."



   Carol blew out a puff of smoke, "That was the first time she took a cock
up the ass and she finally took one in the ass, one in the pussy and sucked
off a third.  This one guy named Cowboy from Texas had about a ten inch
cock and almost as thick as Hans.  Sandy fell in love with that cock.  As
soon as Cowboy would cum on her she'd start begging him to get it hard
again.  I counted eight cum shots by that guy.  She finally begged him to
fuck her in the ass and he did.  She couldn't sit down for a week."



   Asami was stunned at this revelation of how a mother and daughter's
sexual interest could be intertwined to the point they mutually sought sex
partners.  "Do you two have sex with men a lot together?" the puzzled Asian
girl asked.



   "Oh yes," said Carol.  "My husband and I are swingers and we brought
Sandy to our bed when she was eleven.  My husband spent two weeks preparing
her for her first fuck.  During that time he taught her the joys of
masturbation, oral sex- both giving and receiving and the power of the anus
in things sexual.  Like I said, he'd never fucked her in the ass but she
had taken dildo's up the ass."



   "From the time of her initiation until she was twelve we'd take her to
swing parties as a fluff girl.  It's not surprising how many time some
forty year old can get it up when he's being sucked by a twelve year old.
She got so she loved the taste of cum.  She'd beg guys to cum in her mouth
or on her face.  She's have her most powerful orgasms with her fist in her
crotch spanking herself and a big cock blowing a load in her mouth.  After
her twelfth birthday we let her pick one guy to fuck at each party although
she sucked as much cock as she wanted."



   "After the New York trip which I thought of as her cumming out party,
pardon the pun, she was free to participate in swing parties any way she
chose except have a man cum inside her.  She was instructed to take all cum
shots in the mouth, on her face or on her tits.  That last place became a
favorite target once her hooters got real big."



   They turned and watched as Hans brought Sandy to another climax.  The
big blonde was sweating all over.  Her face and big breasts were shiny with
perspiration and her breath came in small pants and moans.  He was fucking
her missionary and she was in an inverted position with her legs drooped
over his shoulders.  This brought his prick straight down into her pussy
causing contact with her clitoris when he heaved her up on her haunches. 
Hans was an excellent lover knowing both technique and all the arousal
spots on a woman's body.  He loved to hear the loud grunts from a woman as
he bottomed out his big prick as deep as it would go in her tight snatch.
Sandy's pussy was taking a real beating and on each outstroke the inner
lining of her snatch could be seen being drug about two or three inches
from her cunt mouth as it clung to the tight shaft.



   Carol looked at the young Japanese teen sitting squirming in her chair.
She was embarrassed to masturbate in front of a grown woman but the action
between Sandy and Hans had overheated her to the point she had lost
control. While Carol was in the shower she had slipped off her shorts and
began to stick two and then three fingers deep into her virgin hole.  Carol
heard the squishing of fingers on wet pussy and licked her lips.



   "Are you a virgin Asami?" she asked.  The girl dropped her head and
looked very embarrassed.  " Almost.  I lost my butt cherry at home right
before I came here on vacation.  My little pussy is still cherry-san
though."



   Carol got up from her chair and went and knelt at the young girls feet.
Pulling the girls slender hands from the depths of her over heated pussy
Carol began to rain kisses up the girls legs and inner thighs.  Asami fell
back in the chair and stretched both legs out to the sides of the mature
woman.



   Carol reached the black triangle of soft pubic fur and was amazed at the
long length of the girls very sparse fur patch.  Each hair was at least six
to seven inches long and very thick around.  They resembled giant roots or
tentacles compared to the finer hair found on European bodies.  She ran her
hand through the small mat at the top of the girls pussy juncture and
marveled at the fine texture of such thick hair.



   Asami's pussy and lips though were completely bald, not a single hair. A
fine mist of small black hairs were creeping from between her buttocks
where they were guarding her anus but they stopped far short of the bottom
of the pussy crease.  The lips were thin and very small.  Carol thought she
could cover the entire pussy with a half dollar.  The lips were a deep
brown color, very slick and wet.  Opening them with her fingers she heard
Asami moan aloud and then she looked at the pink coral petals of the girls
inner lips.



   Leaning forward she kissed each dark skinned lip and ran her tongue down
both sides.  Spreading the upper crease apart revealed a tiny clitoris
nestled in a small fold of pink skin.  She peeled the skin back until it
was taunt and watched the flesh knob come to attention.  Leaning further
forward she slipped the flesh bud between her lips and began to gently suck
and chew on the morsel.



   Asami instantly went into sexual overdrive.  She brought both legs up
until they were pulled up next to her head and scooted her buttocks forward
to press more of the sensitive flesh into the woman's sucking mouth.  Carol
reciprocated by pushing two fingers deep into the cuntal mouth of the
virgin.  She was surprised to feel how deep she could go without meeting
the hymen.



   "Are you sure you're a virgin, Asami?" she asked probing deeper.  She
hated to doubt the girl's word but was surprised at the lack of resistance.
"Do you ride horseback or do gymnastics?"



   "Ha, gymnastics," Asami chanted.  "I do a lot of gymnastics."



   "Well that probably explains your lack of a membrane that would be
considered your hymen.  Sandy lost hers on the balance beam.  Did you ever
fall and then bleed from your pussy?"



   "Oh yes, several times on the balance beam.  But woman coach just say,
get up sissy, you not hurt and I continue.  Does that mean I won't bleed on
first fuck Miss Carol?"



   "Just call me Carol or Auntie Carol if you want.  A lot of the little
girls I have instructed call me Auntie Carol."



   "Instructed, what do you mean instructed?" Asami asked curiously.



   "Well I teach young girls about sex.  I meet a lot of them in my work. I
teach in a private school for girls outside Dallas.  All the girls are
between twelve and fourteen and most are very horny.  I cultivate two or
three each semester to teach the beauty of what I am doing to you.  Do you
feel what I am doing is wrong?"



   "Oh no, Auntie Carol.  Please to continue to play with my small clam as
much as you want.  Asami will not complain at all."



   Asami looked over at the bed where the big German had grown tired of
fucking the teen through several climaxes.  Sandy was again kneeling
between his legs sucking the tip of his cock as Hans held her bunched up
hair in his hands.  He was jerking her head up and down while they both
watched Carol eat out the Japanese teen.  Sid had climbed behind Sandy as
she kneeled and was licking a wide swath form her anus to her cunt, sopping
up both her and Hans sexual juices left there.



   Suddenly from the doorway a sleepy and boozy Tommy came in scratching
his head and yawning.  "What the motha-fuck we got's here, a gang bang on
this poor gal?"



   He strolled to the bed and watched Sandy suck the big boner.  "Man this
dude's hung like a horse.  I ain't seen many brothers better equipped than
that.  He grinned broadly at the lapping Sid" Hans smiled back up at him
and motioned for him to join him on the bed.  He was getting hot thinking
about taking the Japanese girl's cherry.



   Johnny stretched and said, "Had a bummer wakin' up.  Saw the back of
that SUV and thought I was O.J.  trying to outrun the law again.  Scared
shit out of me 'cause I thought the cops gonna be here any minute and I
couldn't remember if I'd hid the knife."



   They all laughed even Asami but she did not understand the joke.  What's
an OJ she thought.  The feelings running through her cunt from the sucking
action of Carol drowned out most of her reasoning ability.  Carol pulled
her head from between the teen's legs.  Her face with glistening with cunt
cream and she was smacking her lips relishing in the taste.



   Carol looked at Johnny and drawled "Come here stud, lets see what you've
got to be proud of."



   He walked up to the kneeling woman and she unzipped his fly and hauled
out his long black cock.  It tumbled from his jeans hanging semi erect
about eight inches long.



   "Well here's a good looking piece of cockflesh that looks like it would
be just the right thing to pop your cherry.  Asami.  What do you think?"



   Asami looked at the black boy's long cock and thought how good it would
feel plowing her tight pussy.  "O.K., I think I'd like that a lot.  Johnny,
do you want to be the first cock in my little Pearl Jam?" she asked
referring to her favorite nickname for her pussy.



   "You bet baby.  How bouts some throat action to stiffen me up?" Walking
around to the chair where Asami sat he raised the long black dong until the
tip touched her lips.  She could still see the remains of Sandy's last
blowjob coating behind the head of his cock.  Small patches of smegma still
clung under the boys uncircumcised glans and on some of the cock length. 
She didn't hesitate but began to suck the cock while cleaning it of any
residue.



   In fifteen minute Johnny had reached a massive hard on stretching eight
or nine inches into Asami's throat.  She gagged on each in stroke he made.
He pulled the length from her mouth and pushed her legs straight into the
air.  Carol, seeing his plan, helped and held them aloft.  He pressed the
tip against her wet slit and began to push inward.



   "Easy, she's a virgin don't forget," Carol warned.



   "Sheeeet......, I's got more virgin poon growing up in the projects than
most guys get just fucking different ho's in a lifetime.  They waz all
cumming round asking for Big John, the fuckin' man when it's came time for
them to get knocked up." He ran the head and about an inch into Asami.  The
girl groaned loudly and fought the tears back but the pain was very intense
even more worse than her first ass fuck.  The cock wouldn't budge any
deeper and began to take a large bow in the middle as the youth strained.



   "Ohhh etai-yo," Asami screamed the Japanese words for great pain as the
cock threatened to kill her.  Carol reached into a night stand and brought
out a jar of lubricating cream.  Pushing first two then three heavily lubed
fingers into Asami's pussy and then liberally coating Johnny's cock she
guided the purple crown to the parted lips of the girls greasy looking
pussy.



   "Go ahead, fuck her now....it'll go in I'm sure," Carol promised.



   Sure enough the head and about four inches slid slowly but steadily
forward into the hot cavern of the young teen's pussy.  Carol kept one hand
on the middle guiding it deeper as Asami bucked her hips up in the air and
bit her lip at the pain and pleasure.  Johnny pushed forward until he had
buried a good seven or eight inches up the tight pussy.  He slowly pulled
back and began a measured cadence allowing the tight fit to become
accustomed to his bulk.



   Asami quickly overcame the slightly painful feeling of the big cock as
the pleasures of being fucked for the first time caused her juices to flow.
She reached down to her clitoris and began a vigorous stimulation of her
love bud while Carol took her oily middle finger and inserted it into the
teen's tight anus.



   Hans watched the sex play with interest, his cock now very hard as he
watched the tanned teen's body glistening with sweat and heard her low
moans as the black kid pummeled his big cock into her faster and faster. 
Sandy was finger fucking herself and watching the action also as Sid
pounded her pussy doggy.



   Johnny scooped the small Asian child in his long arms and walked with
her to the big bed.  Hans, Sid and Sandy scooted over as he dropped her on
her back.  Flipping her onto all fours he began to push the big cock in
doggy style.  This gave Asami an entirely different feeling in her pussy
walls as the cock slid in from this new angle.  It seemed to go into her
forever and she began to buck her hips back to drive it into her harder and
harder.  She kept glancing over to where Sandy was being doggy fucked
watching Sid's thick cock drive into the wet pussy of the Texas blonde. 
Sandy's moans matched her, sound for sound.



   Hans, unable to remain a spectator any longer, scooted his rear under
the Asami's kneeling body and placed his cock at the entrance to her mouth.
She did not even recognize the new cock meat with her head rolled back on
her shoulders and her eyes glazed up into the top of her head.  The German
grabbed her hair and pulled her lips down to contact with the blunt head.
The girl immediately began to lather the top and crown with her warm tongue
and hot spit.  She was frantic serving both cocks at once.  Asami-san
managed to fit the crown in her small mouth and frantically jabbed her
tongue tip into the big slit on top drinking deeply all the slimy amounts
of pre cum spilling out.  She wanted to get more in her mouth but his size
prevented her mouth from stretching open any further.



   Johnny pulled his cock out and said to Hans, "I want to take her ass,
too.  You wanna try this tight pussy?"



   Asami let out a long moan, "Ohh no, I think him too big for my little
Pearl Jam.  Please to fuck my ass but I just suck big prick, o.k.?"



   Hans laughed.  "Don't think so, cute one.  Time to get your Pearl Jam
jammed for good.  He slid lower on the bed until his big cock was
positioned at the entrance to her wet cunt.  Carol took the cock in hand
and began to wedge the head into the tight little hairless mouth while
Sandy wet the tip of Johnny's cock with her saliva to allow the buggering
to be eased.  Carol used more of the cream that was dripping out of the
girl's pussy to lube her bung hole and ran her fingers deep inside also.



   Finally the two men began to work their cocks into the small girl. 
Carol leaned down and whispered in her ear, "This is called a DP or double
penetration.  You'll like it once your pussy and ass stretch enough."



   Sure enough, within five minutes Asami was begging the two to fuck her
harder and Hans had managed to wedge a good five thick inches into her
quim. Johnny quickly was reaching the point of cumming, the tight grip of
the almost virgin asshole drawing his cum into his tightly drawn up balls.
Carol went behind him and wedged a good two inches of tongue in his brown
bung and the wiggle of her oral digit was too much for the kid.



   "Gonna cum real soon," he wailed.



   Hans said, "I tink my times goot too, yea.  Let's cream this Jap Lolita
goot."



   They pulled out from her two sucking holes and flipped her on her back.
Taking position on each sides of her flushed face they presented their
cocks to her.  She looked from the thick reddened Knockwurst to the Black
kids heavily soiled black tube.  Gripping one she began to masturbate Hans
rod while she slipped Johnny's deep into her mouth.



   "Ohh, you are a dirty little whore, Asami.  Suck that ass coated cock,
baby." John moaned as her throat took the head and a few inches deep.  She
began to alternate between the two, sucking and jacking until both men
threw back their heads and let fly with their loads.



   Asami was not expecting the density nor the abundance of cum these two
had built up fucking her.  Her features were almost thoroughly obliterated
as ropes and ropes of long cum streams flew into her hair, cheeks,
forehead, nose and lower mouth.  She managed to catch three or four gooey
mouthfuls which she savored before swallowing but all the rest was in her
face.



   "Good cum shots," she squealed, "you've given me cum bath, fur shure."



   Suddenly she became aware of the lateness of the hour.  She'd promised
to be home by eleven or call.  Glancing at the clock radio she saw it was a
quarter to one.



   "Oh my God," she squealed, "my Mom's gonna kill me." She grabbed the
phone and dialed the hotel.  No answer.  Maybe she drove into town to look
for me.  That is strange.  Where would she be at this hour?



   Without trying to reason any further she grabbed her shorts and pulled
them over her greasy pussy and ass.  Running into the bathroom she wiped as
much cum from her face as she could and then slipped her top and jumper
over her head.  No time to find bra or panties now, she thought.



   Looking at the five nude figures on the bed watching her she yelled,
"Thanks for taking my cherry clam, got to run.  Sayonara."



   Johnny waved an arm absently in the air as he lay on his back massaging
his limp cock.  "My pleasure, cum back any time.  Sid, who had just pulled
out of Sandy cunt waved as the blonde sucked his thick rod waiting for the
cum splash she knew was seconds away.  "



   Asami-san rushed down the staircase and out of the condo then turned
right onto the steps leading to the beach.  The bungalow her mother and her
shared was about a half mile up the beach.  She thought of stripping and
going into the ocean to bath the fuck juices off her body but she was in
too big a rush to get back and face the music with her mother.



   Her short legs churned up the cooled sand as her feet ran as fast as
they could.  She made the short distance in surprisingly little time and
came to abrupt stop when she saw no lights through the bungalow sliding
glass door.



   Good, maybe she fell asleep and that's why she did not answer.  She
slipped to the door and was glad to see it unlocked from the outside.  She
had been dreading knocking on the glass pane at one in the morning.  She
stepped through the lace curtains covering the glass and then her thoughts
came to an end as she saw stars and vaguely felt a terrible pain in her
head as she lost consciousness.



   She awoke to the rattle and hum of the car she was riding in bouncing
through very irregular ruts in a dirt road.  The car was a clunker.  It
smelled like shit and sounded worse.  Her eyes were blindfolded, her hands
tied behind her back and both feet pulled behind her and tied tight to her
hands.  From her position she felt she was laying in the back seat
floorboards.  She felt a warm hand touch her ankle and knew immediately
from the familiar touch it was her mother's hand.  She felt relieved she
was not alone.



   Suddenly the men in front started talking very loudly in Spanish.  Asami
could not speak or understand much of the language nor could her mother. 
After listening for a few minutes she determined their were definitely
three men in the front seat.  She also managed to reason that the men had
been in her room when she entered probably robbing her mother.  Her
interruption of their activity had brought about her being knocked out. 
But why were her and her mother in the back of the car being taken
somewhere.  Why didn't they just tie them up and complete the robbery.



   It suddenly dawned on her that there was not a lot they could have
robbed.  Her mother had a few pearls but those were in the hotel safe.  Her
mother traveled with traveler's checks and no credit cards.  In frustration
at their lack of success they had taken the two hostage.  Maybe they had
seen Asami's wallet with the large amount of cash she had and suspected the
room held a lot more.  If not, only one reason to take the wife of a
wealthy Japanese industrialist hostage.  Ransom.



   After about an hour the car came to a squealing stop as the well worn
brakes finally brought the heavy car to a jolting stop.  Asami was lifted
under the armpits and carried over someone's shoulder for a short distance.
They went inside a dank, musty smelling place and she was set down.  For
the next hour the men went about starting a fire in a fireplace and not far
from where Asami sat on the floor.  She heard her mother cursing in
Japanese and then she heard several hard slaps and her mother's sharp cry
followed by the sound of someone falling to the wood floor.



   "Don't hurt my Mother, you bastards," Asami screamed in English.  All
the men laughed and the sound brought a chill down the girls back.  She was
already miserable sitting on a wooden floor in the same stinky clothes she
had put on after her sexual activity last night, or was it yesterday or
last week.  How long had she been unconscious ?



   Finally she was hauled to her feet but the only thing they did was strip
her jumper top off her.  This was done by grasping the front and ripping
the thin garment from her small body.  They untied her hands but
immediately began to retie her.  She was placed in a wooden backed chair
and a thin cord like clothes line was used to secure her hands and feet to
the chair.  The final insult was to lash the thin cord tightly under and
around each one of her small breasts until they popped away from her chest
in two bright red balloons.



   She still wore her shorts but nothing else.  No shoes, panties or
blouse. Just rope, tits and shorts.  The pain in her breasts was immense
and she thought she might pass out from lack of circulation.  Suddenly
while the men were talking she heard one of them say a name.  Immediately
she knew who one of the men was.  It was Mario, the beach boy who had
caught her eye on several occasions.



   In a fit of pure rage at her and her mother's mistreatment she screamed
out, "Mario, you bastard let us go."



   This statements was followed by a stream of Spanish from the beach boy
as he apparently directed a full load of anger at the man who had spoken
his name.  Suddenly she felt hands on her face and the blindfold was
lifter.



   "Well, Senorita.....you've guessed correctly the name of your abductor,
how cleaver of you.  Or did my stupid pig of an amigo blurt it out loud
enough for you to hear.  Never mind that now.  It makes no difference that
you know.  In fact, it might be more amusing knowing who is your torturer."



   Asami absorbed the words slowly "Torture.  You plan on torturing us. 
Why?  What have we done?"



   "Well," Mario said, "torture might not be needed if you don't try and
stop our amusing little games.  But knowing you and your high class, rich
bitch act, you won't be able to keep your mouth shut."



   "But, first things first." He shouted orders to two very heavy Mexican
men who were holding her mother tightly between them by her slender arms.
"Bring the gringo Jap bitch over here.  Now bitch I want you to dial your
husband's number where he can be reached at this time of day in your home.
I don't care if he's with his girlfriend, Miss Blonde Tits, call him up. 
I'm sure you know the number."



   Asami gasped at the mention of Blonde Tits.  How did this Mexican beach
boy know about her father's dealings with the blonde American whore.  Ah
so, we've been set up by someone who knows the family, she reasoned
smartly.



   Her Mother picked up the cell phone and after several attempts got
through to her husband right as he got to the office at nine a.m.  the next
day.  It was six in the evening in Mexico, a nine hours time and a day
change to Japan.  He warned her not one word in Japanese or she would be
sorry.  Her mother read the kidnappers demand for two hundred and fifty
thousand for the return of mother and the same for the daughter in halting
English.  There was a long pause and she handed the phone to the kidnapper.



   "He wants to talk to you.  He told me to go fuck myself.  He doesn't
care what they do to me or Asami.  He called you a whore cunt of a
daughter, not worthy to be alive." Her mother spoke in Japanese and as the
words of distain were repeated by Asami to the young Mexican in English his
face became dark in anger.



   Thrusting the phone back into the hands of the calm Japanese woman he
said, "Try harder, bitch your life and your daughter's are at sake."



   The woman took the phone back and suddenly started a screaming torrent
of Japanese into the mouthpiece.  She called her husband a worthless piece
of dogshit and hoped he rotted forever in some evil place.  The boy grabbed
the phone and switched it off.  "Not smart, Mrs.  Gook.  You've just won
the grand prize for stupidity.  I warned you about what would happen if you
didn't do what I said.  And, I'm afraid Asami must also paid the same
price."



   He motioned to the big Mexicans and they grabbed the slender woman and
tossed her on a steel frame bed against one wall.  Two long leather straps
were attached to iron rings in the wall.  On the ends laying on the bed
were leather cuffs.  They fastened her hands in the cuffs and then placed
two more cuffs around her ankles.  These thongs were bolted to the floor at
the foot of the bed.  Pulling the leather thongs tight at the foot they
stretched her thin body into an arch that strained the tendons in her arms
and legs.  Asami saw the look of pain on her mother's face as the strain
tested her muscle strength.  She was still clothed in a skirt, no nylons or
shoes and a white silk blouse.  Her bra was an expensive French product her
mother had bought last year in Europe.



   The two big Mexicans sat down at a table in the center of the room.  The
only light was from the fireplace and a kerosene lantern on a dresser. 
They pulled a big pot of beans off a hook in the fireplace and ladled it
onto their plate.  Tortillas were used to scoop up the steaming food and
they stuffed their mouths.  Each were swigging away from two twelve packs
of Dos Equis beer and Mario was nursing on a cold one also while watching
the two women intently.



   He rattled off a long discussion in Spanish which apparently agitated
the two men who angrily began to argue with him.  The discussion went on
for several minutes until Mario turned to Asami and said, "My two amigos
want to cut their losses with you and your mom.  I still think we can get
some kind of understanding with your father but they are reluctant to hang
around.  What I propose is your mother gives us twenty-five thousand from
that account she keeps in the US for her travel money.  We know she has at
least that much there.  She will wire it to Cabo and I will pick it up with
her and leave you behind as insurance that she won't try anything.  Now,
it's your job to convince your mother to do this thing.  My men are very
impatient and they have had many an occasion to use this place to, let us
say, persuade young women to be cooperative.  You've noticed the shackles
already in place but what you haven't seen is them become inventive with a
red hot fireplace poker or a straight razor."



   He paused and sipped his beer and took a deep drag off a marijuana
cigarette.  "You are a beautiful girl.  I'd hate to see them turn your face
into something no one could stand to look at without turning away in
horror. And, believe me, they know how to do it."



   Asami said nothing.  She just sat in her chair with her head dropped
down on her neck.  He lifted her chin and said, "Go.  Talk to Momma.  Make
sure she understands what will happen to both of you."



   He untied her and allowed her to put her jumper and shorts back on then
he led her over to the bed where her mother was bound and blindfolded. 
Sitting Asami next to her he placed a handcuff on her left wrist and
fastened the other to the steel ring on the wall.  Asami had just enough
slack to bend over and whisper what Mario had told her in her mother's ear.
The woman listened and then whispered back, "You know they will kill us in
the end, my daughter.  They can't let us go back and inform on who they
are."



   "I know that is true Mother, but this will at least buy us time. 
Otherwise they will torture and kill us now.  I think it's worth the risk."



   Her mother thought for a minute or two and then told Mario through
Asami-san, "Hand me the phone." She dialed a number from memory and in
French instructed a bank in San Francisco to wire the twenty-five thousand
to a bank she named in Cabo.  After giving some voice code responses to
several questions she hung up the phone.  "Money will be here in ten hours.
I am to pick it up at the bank when they open at 9:30 a.m."



   Mario rubbed his hands together in glee.  "Well not a complete write-off
of our time, anyway.  The night was spent in tortured fear by the tow
women. The two Mexicans got very drunk while Mario got very high.  They
left the women alone and finally passed out from booze and drugs.  Before
daylight Asami's mother was led out to the car.  One of the fat ones called
Hernando went with Mario.  Asami was left guarded by the other one named
Miquel.



   "How long will it take for them to get back?" Asami asked.  Miquel
shrugged his shoulders and said "I dunno......cinco hours, maybe more."



   He lay back down and began snoring.  Asami immediately tried to form a
plan of escape from the handcuffs.  She could not slip her wrist through
the tight metal but she could possibly manage to drag the bed to the door
to scream or see someone pass.



   She had only drug the bed a few feet when it made an awful scrapping on
the hard wooden floor.  Miquel leaped to his feet and saw immediately what
the young Japanese girl was trying to do.  He grabbed her and flung her on
the bed and fell on top of her.  Over three hundred ponds of fat blubber
reeking of sweat and urine lay crushing her to the thin mattress.



   He pushed his sweaty bearded face close to hers and ran his tongue over
his lips.  He bent down to kiss her and she spat in his face.  He angrily
backhanded her three times across the mouth.  The first swing actually was
just a grazing sting to the cheek, the second blow split her lip right down
the middle and the third loosened one of her back molars as it crashed
against her jaw.



   Asami tasted the flow of blood from her lips and cheeks.  The pain was
bad but she managed to ignore it.  She knew the fat Mexican was going to
rape or kill her but she was too weak to fight him.  He reached into his
back Levi pocket and pulled out a black handled piece of plastic about
eight inches long.  He got up off her chest and stood by the side of the
bed.  With a flick of his wrist, the shining blade of the straight razor
flipped out.  In the dim lights of the fireplace and the lamp she could see
the flicker of light from the razor sharp edge.



   My God, he's going to cut me, her mind screamed.  She winced as he bent
down and scooped up a handful of the jumper she had put back on.  Placing
the blade of the knife against the collar of the blouse he shredded the
material right down the front and back until it lay in two halves on her
body.  He then slit the arm panels until he could peel the material off her
body.



   He stood for a minute watching the fireplace light dance off the sheen
of sweat covering both her tanned tits.  He had never been this close to a
beautiful Asian girl before.  He drew a deep breath and slit the shorts she
was wearing down each side until he could peel these off her tanned legs.
He marveled at the growth of pubic hair and reached down to run his fingers
through the pubic fur.



   He walked to the basin filled with dirty water and took a wet wash rag
and a bar of soap.  Returning, he wet the rag and lathered the fine long
hairs above Asami pubes with water and soap.  Taking the straight razor he
pushed down hard on both her thighs while brandishing the blade and glaring
at her.  She understood he was telling her not to move.  She lay there in
terror for the next thirty minutes while he scraped away all the hair at
her delta and between her legs surrounding her anus.  The constant scrape
of the blade against her most sensitive areas caused her bladder to loosen
and she was afraid she was about to piss the bed.  When he finished her
tender bronzed skin was raw and red looking.  He went to as cabinet and
pulled down a large bottle.



   Turning he showed her the bottle and said, "Tequila." He walked to the
bed and poured a liberal dose of the alcohol on her raw quim and ass.  The
girl screamed in pain as the fiery liquid burned into her raw and tortured
skin.  She arched her back high in the air and shot a fountain of bright
yellow, hot piss down the bed to splash on the floor and bottom covers.



   The Mexican sat at the foot of the bed laughing and taking big swigs
from the bottle.  He unzipped his pants and let the smelly, filthy garment
fall to the floor.  He wore no undershirts and as he approached the head of
the bed she could smell the sickening, pungent odor of sweat, stale piss
and male sexual arousal.



   He sat on the bed next to her head and reached over and grasped her chin
in his hands.  Pulling her face sideways and forward he brought her to
within two inches of the head of his limp cock.  It was fat and large and
looked like it was filthy dirty.  He untied her hands and made her sit up
and then forced her to take several swigs of the fiery Tequila.  Asami
coughed and sputtered as the alcohol burned to her stomach but it settled
her down and actually gave her quiver of arousal as it landed in the area
of her clitoris and pussy.



   Miquel sat the bottle on the table next to the bed and pushed her back
down on the bed with his large grimy hand.  He ran his calloused palm down
from her face to her breasts.  He squeezed each one rather harshly and
Asami was surprised to see her nipples tighten into twin eraser points at
the rough handling.



   Running his hand down her trembling belly to the now naked expanse of
her skin on her lower abdomen he made contact with the soft pussy petals of
her vagina.  He ran a sturdy finger in and out for a few minutes until he
detected moisture.



   "My God, she thought, "I'm actually getting excited at the hands of this
stupid Mexican.  I wonder if I get excited when anyone is handling my
body?"



   He took one of her hands and put it around the fat stalk of his cock. 
She began to masturbate him while trying to stop the fire from building in
her loins.  He reached one finger under her and shoved it into her rectum
without preparation.  Asami grunted at the sudden pain but quickly relaxed
her sphincter until the pain went away and a new erogenous zone erupted. 
She could always count on her asshole betraying her even before her pussy
reacted.



   Suddenly the loud muffler of a beat up car could clearly be heard in the
distance.  Miquel cursed loudly and slipped his hands off the girls body.
Sneering he brought his asshole reaming finger to her face and slipped it
into her mouth.



   "Suck, chiquita," he snarled, "suck your gringo sheet from my fingar."
He laughed as she jerked her head away and spat at him.



   Just at that time the door opened to a late afternoon sun and Mario came
bounding in followed by Hernando pushing the bound mother in front of him.



   "Got the jack, man," he spoke in English and then realized Asami was the
only one who understood him.  He rattled off a long discussion with Miquel
and they whooped and drank deeply from the tequila and the remaining beer.
From Asami's very basic understanding of the action Mario would give Miquel
and his fat friend approximately five hundred dollars each in US currency
while Mario would keep twenty-four thousand dollars - quite a fortune in
rural Mexico.



   Asami and her mother were tied on the bed side by side on their backs.
Asami's mother whispered in Japanese while the men drank that she was sure
they intended to kill both of them.  She said they had to find an
opportunity to escape.  Asami had come to that conclusion when the three
had left her with Miquel.  Her only puzzlement was why they had not killed
her mother on the trip back and dumped her body.  She was afraid she knew
the answer to that one.



   When the men had drunk their fill they turned to the two bound females
on the bed.  Mario spoke in English for benefit of the two Asian women. 
"No use letting two hot pieces of ass go to waste before we decide what to
do with you.  I'll let Miquel and Hernando decide what to do with your
mother, Asami.  If I were her, I'd try to give them a real good time.  I've
seen what they can do to a girl when they get pissed.  I once saw them skin
a poor white girl from Florida alive because she bit Miquel's dick.  Took
that child over eight hours to die and her screams got so loud they finally
cut her tongue off.  Real bad set of dudes, those two."



   He looked at the shorn patch where her pubic hair once lay in silken
folds.  "I see Miquel gave you a little trim on your beaver.  Good, makes
you look like a real teeny-bopper.  I like to fuck young teeny-boppers."



   "As for you, Chiquita.....  I think I'll decide your fate.  You show me
how good a fuck you can be and convince me you're a real teeny-bopper fuck
doll and you'll be back at the hotel by morning lying on the beach.  Try
and fuck with me and I'll let my buddies have you the rest of the night."



   He pulled her off the bed and onto the floor where a couple of dirty
blankets and a pillow lay.  Her nude body glistened with the sweat of fear
as she lay in all her bronzed glory.  Her nipples were erect and her breath
came in short gasps.  The tall boy pulled his Tee shirt over his head and
dropped his pants.  His slender body was well muscled and his cock was
already erect.  It loomed straight out from a thick forest of black pubic
hair.  His large balls were pulled up tight with excitement.  She could
already see the tip of his cock glistening with pre-cum.



   He lay down beside her and traced the form of her body from her breasts
to her navel with his finger tip.  The blunt digit made a long path through
the moisture of sweat covering her body.  He reached the raw patch of flesh
where the pubic hair had been shorn and spent some time there just running
his fingers over the naked area.  He did not touch her anywhere else or try
to kiss her.  The sweat from his finger tips caused a burning sensation on
her raw skin but she did not move or utter a word.  He did not want to rush
things with her.  He wanted this to be a memory that would last a long
time.



   "Let's watch the boy's with your Mother, shall we.  I always enjoy their
performance." He pulled her over to the chair she had been tied in so long
and sat her down.  He did not bind her but a sudden swishing sound and the
glint of a long switchblade next to her face made her aware he would cut
her in a second if she tried anything.  She steeled herself not to move no
matter what happened to her mother on the bed.



   "Keep still my little Japanese fuck doll, I wouldn't want you
interfering with the boys play."



   Her mother was still on her back.  Hernando was kneeling at her head and
had her hair bunched in his large hands.  He was jerking her mouth up and
down a rigid column of glistening cock meat about nine inches long.  It was
pretty thick and she could see her mother's mouth stretched into a large
oval trying to swallow it.  Already a large amount of saliva and pre cum
had leaked from the corners of her mouth to pool on her neck.  Miquel was
laying between her legs with his face buried in her crotch.  From the
snarfling and snuffling sounds he was making he was probably eating her
like a plate of frijoles.



   Asami wondered if her mother was getting turned on by this action.  She
could feel her own pussy moisten and began to weep as she saw the
degradation her mother was forced to endure.  Miquel raised from between
her legs, his face and beard a shiny mask of cum and saliva.  He licked his
lips and said something to Hernando.  The fat Mexican pulled his cock from
the woman's lips with a plop and crawled down to the foot of the bed.  He
positioned himself between her legs and without preliminary drove all nine
inches into the tight sheath of the Japanese woman's pussy.



   Miquel meanwhile straddled the woman's face with his hairy legs and his
body facing the foot of the bed and the man fucking.  He squatted and then
lowered his big ass haunches directly onto the woman's nose and mouth. 
Their was no doubt in his intentions, he meant to have his ass eaten out.



   Asami's mom hesitated only for a second then she realized the man could
suffocate her in this position if she did not cooperate.  Raising her head
she probed the hairy butt cheeks of the man smelling the rank odors of
unwashed flesh.  His butt stank a putrid shitty smell.  Part stale shit and
part piss.  She managed to probe between his cheeks until her tongue found
the rubbery blubber of his prune shaped sphincter.  She pushed her tongue
firm against the flesh tunnel and was surprised at how easy it opened and
swallowed the first two inches of her tongue.



   She managed to hold down the bile that rose into her throat from the
smell and taste.  She shut her mind to the horrors of what her probing
tongue was brining into her mouth in little flecks of dried matter.  She
did not want to imagine she was eating turd pieces from his ass but her
mind screamed back at her that she was.



   Miquel squirmed his cheeks down harder on the probing tongue.  Taking
her hands he directed them to the long cock that lay across her small
boobs. She began to jack him off as the other cock rooted deep into the
tight folds of her pussy.  Almost beyond her control the sensitive nerves
in her pussy and clitoris responded to the stimulation of the large cock.
When he reached under her and impaled her cum slackened anus with one fat
finger she groaned aloud and began to buck her hips up to meet the man's
downward thrusts.



   "See Chiquita," Mario said, "your whore of a mother likes Mexican cock.
She's eating the shit out of my friends asshole while being fucked like
that puny dicked Jap father of yours never could."



   Asami had to admit the small Japanese woman writhing on the bed was not
the same woman she had always lived with all her life as her mother.  She
looked more like that blonde whore her father had brought home and paid to
do all those nasty things with.  She started to envy her mother's ability
to respond to the sexual activity and wondered how she would function in
her place.



   Miquel raised his ass off of the mother's wet face.  She lay there with
her saliva glistening on both cheeks.  She spit a few of the black hairs
she had been forced to consume while rooting in the brown man's rectum. 
Her tongue felt numb from being so deep up his anal tract.  Miquel bent
down and holding her jaws open, spit into her mouth several times.  He
waited until she swallowed his bowel residue and the mouthful of spit
before he released her jaws.



   He reached down and grasped her nipple between two fingers and began to
tug and twist on the rubbery points until they were distended a good six
inches from her breast tips.  She moaned in pain at the treatment but did
not resists.  Hernando was getting close to the point of sexual climax and
he said something to Miquel.  They changed places and Hernando crawled to
the head of the bed and straddle the mother's small tits.  Taking the
finger that had been deeply embedded up her ass he shoved it into her mouth
and made her lick it clean.  Taking his cock in both hands he began to
swipe it back and forth across her thin cheeks leaving cum and pussy juice
trails across her features.  He rubbed it up her nostrils and into her eyes
and then pushed it between her trembling lips.



   "Suck, puta," he growled, shoving the fat tip deep into the inner
confines of her mouth.  She felt it slide over her tongue until it reached
the back passage to her throat.  He let the large head butt into her throat
passage a few times then shoved forward until he was firmly planted deep
into her throat.  The older woman's eyes crossed and her breath was cut
off. Again she felt the rise of bile into her throat and she thought she
would surely puke this time.



   When she thought she would die form lack of oxygen he pulled it out with
a wet sucking sound and again began to beat her face with the dripping
slimy prong until her features became blurred from the juice coating. 
Meanwhile Miquel was getting up to full speed in her tight pussy.  The two
men spoke briefly and then put her into a kneeling position with the
Japanese woman kneeling between Hernando's legs sucking his cock.  Miquel
was able to penetrate the tight quim all the way with his almost nine inch
cock in this position.  He took his thumb and wet it in the overflowing
pussy juice and introduced it to the tight asshole in front of him.  After
several deep probes he added a second followed shortly after a third finger
up the tight bung.



   In Spanish he asked Hernando if he wanted to fuck her ass.  The big guy
was fully hard from the excellent sucking nodded yes.



   "What are they going to do now?" Asami asked Mario.



   "Hernando's going to fuck her ass," Mario explained.



   Asami looked at the huge cock jammed into her mother's small mouth and
shuddered at the thought of it ripping her small ass apart.  "Let him fuck
me in the ass instead," Asami exclaimed loudly.  Her mother jerked her head
off the big cock and shouted no to Asami shaking her head wildly.



   Mario chuckled and said to the anxious mother, "I don't think you have
to worry about your daughter.  According to Miquel she had enough cum
crusting her pussy and ass to choke a mule.  He said you could easily tell
she had been butt fucked recently from the shape her asshole was in.  I
guess you didn't know your precious daughter was out screwing in the
Mexican bars, did ya old lady?"



   Asami stood up ignoring the open knife close to her neck and walked to
the bed.  She crawled up on all fours next to her mother and dropping down
on her elbows lifted her trim bronzed butt high in the air.  The big
Mexican looked at the trim moons of the teen's taunt ass cheeks and the
hairless dime shaped bung nestled in between.  His cock lurched and
stiffened even more.  He looked at Mario with a look like a puppy begging
for a bone and said, "Por favor, Mario, mi amigo, por favor."



   Mario looked at the teenager kneeling there and saw a chance to test the
sexual energy of the girl.  He could always fuck her senseless after the
Mexican guy fucked her ass.



   "Sure, go ahead," he said, "Ill fuck her till she can't walk after
you're done."



   Miquel squeezed past the hard fucking Hernando and crouched behind the
trembling girl.  He lubed his cock with some lard sitting on the table next
to the bed.  He didn't particularly care about trying not to hurt the small
girl, he was more concerned with skinning his big prick in a tight asshole.
He remembered back to last summer when they had kidnapped the thirteen year
old white girl.  He and his buddies had raped plenty of young Mexican and
Indian girls in this hut over the last few years but seldom a gringo.



   The girl had wandered into a bad section of Cabo one afternoon with her
older sister.  The two blondes teens had been run out of several bars
because both were underage.  Her sister was seventeen and had bought the
beer from two college kids.  They had sat on the beach drinking the six
pack until they were both drunk and wandered into the bar.



   Miquel, Hernando and three other men had kidnapped and taken the girls
in the beat up car to this shack.  They had drawn two lots for fucking the
thirteen year old with Miquel and Sanchez the winners.  The older sister
took on the other three men.  He remembered the first time he had ass
fucked the thirteen year old.  Sanchez had just taken her cherry and he got
to be the first to fuck her ass.  He had not used a lubricant other than
the blood that had run from her ruptured ass, and she was as tight as a
drum.  He had skinned all the skin off the head of his dick on the stupid
American girl.



   The thirteen year old lasted three days, the older girl a week.  By that
time they had tortured both of them until they were no longer coherent or
rationale.  They only knew the painful sensations of these men's sexual
depravities and tortures.  One began to cause them great joy, the other
great pain.  The men were very inventive with their sexual activities.  It
had started with simply putting objects up their pussies and assholes from
candles to fists.  Then they had both of them fuck and suck two mangy dogs
that roamed the area for food.



   The final torture games involved a red hot fire place poker being slowly
inserted in one of the pussies while being fucked in the ass at the same
time.  All the men agreed the anal spasms caused them to cum immediately.
Of course, the poor gringo girls died shortly thereafter.



   Now, in the present, Miquel scooped up lard on two of his big fingers
and without preparation shoved the digits deep into Asami's asshole.  She
screamed briefly as the passage was widened farther than it had ever been
widened before.  The pain she felt was not sexual in any way and it sent a
jolting shock to her nervous system.  The brutal impalement coupled with
the pain of the twisting fingers smearing the grease and widening the
passage caused her sexual arousement to vanish in a whisper.



   She dropped her head down to the dirty sheet and whimpered as the man
dug and dug at her anal passage until small streams of blood seeped around
the edges of his fingers.  He removed his digits and reaching down to where
Asami kneeled roughly slid the two very greased fingers into the corner of
her mouth.  She tried to jerk her face away but he persisted until she
sucked the slime off of each finger.



   He grabbed the bulbous head of his cock and pressed it to the puckered
wrinkle of her anus.  She tensed up and he swatted her across the ass with
his heavy hand at least twice the blows leaving greasy red palm prints on
the bronzed skin.  She relaxed slightly and he pushed the crown past her
sphincter and then into her anal tract.  The pain was unbearable but she
bit her lip and forced herself to relax.  She told herself she was doing it
to save her mother's ass from being ripped apart but in reality she knew
she had been savoring the buggering of her ass all along.  From the moment
Mario mentioned what the big man was going to do to her mother she had been
determined to take her place.  Now she wished she had been smarter.  Damn,
never had she felt pain like this.  Etieyo, she moaned in Japanese as tears
streamed down her cheeks.  I don't deserve this, she wailed.  What have I
done to be raped like this and finally cut up to die alongside my honorable
mother?  It's these assholes and my father who should die.



   As she was thinking these thoughts and to take her mind away from the
numbing pain she began to relax and not mind the constant driving of the
Mac truck sized cock up her colon.  The Mexican was not paying any
attention to how his pile driving tactics were hurting the young girl.  He
just wanted to bury his cock as deep into her colon as he could.  Within a
short time his big hairy balls were flapping at the bald pussy lips of the
Japanese girl while his cock was completely buried up her ass.



   Mario came up to where Asami's face was laying flush against the
mattress.  "How do you like a big Mexican cock buried up your little ass,
Chiquita?" he asked laughing at the pained expressions crossing the young
girl's flushed face.



   Asami moaned a deep rumbling moan and pleaded in barely a whisper,
"Please, have mercy on us.  Don't let him do this anymore, I can't take the
pain."



   Mario didn't answer but grabbed her by her black hair and lifted her
tear stained face up from the sheet.  Pushing his hips forward he shoved a
good eight inches of cock into her mouth.  The sturdy prong was as stiff as
a board.  "Suck on this, it'll take your mind off the pain," he instructed.



   Asami did as she was told.  She slid the stiff rod deep into her mouth
and began to suck on it.  The cock slid to the back of her mouth and she
swabbed her tongue down the underside and on the tip as it went in and out.
It did take her mind off the numbing pain and she applied more suction to
Mario's cock.  Popping it out of her mouth she pushed herself to a kneeling
position on the bed as Mario swung his hips up and under the teens body. 
He scooted down the kneeling length until his erect prick was under the
girl's bare pussy lips.  Drawing a bead on the pale colored lips he drove
his cock up and pierced her pussy to the depths as the cock above bore into
her tender and brutalized ass.



   Asami felt no pleasures from this twin pronged attack due to the large
degree of pain she was still in from the sodomy.  She lifted her head and
shook her head in wonderment of how she could get relief from the constant
rape of her bowels.  She looked to the side and saw the Mexican Miquel
still pounding into the depths of her mother's tight pussy.  The man was
covered in sweat and was visibly tiring of his long fuck session.  He had
already cum twice and was working for his third.



   Mario decided he wanted to be able to pierce the girl's tight cunt with
even more depth so he instructed Hernando to roll her over until Asami lay
on her back, flat against the hairy Mexican's chest while the beach boy
fucked her pussy missionary.  This eased some of the pressure in her anus
when Hernando could not stab as deep on each flick of his hips as he could
doggy style.



   As Mario panted above her she glanced to the small night table and saw
the glint of the glass lanterns flare on the steel of the long switchblade
knife.  Mario was rapidly nearing his peak from the tight friction of the
virginal cunt and the combined constrictor of the big man's cock in her
asshole squeezing him.  He rolled his head back in orgasm and Asami took
her destiny into her own hands.  She grabbed the long knife unseen by
either man fucking her or the couple next to her and plunged the well honed
blade deep into the young Mexican's jugular.



   Immediately a huge spurt of blood erupted from the man's neck while his
cock pulled from her pussy and also erupted.  He shot a tremendous blast of
semen in his death throes coating Asami from her navel to her face in the
thick scum.  The salty saline solution was in her eyes and she was blinded
by the burning sauce.  She desperately tried to clear her eyes as the beach
boy fell backwards off of her onto the floor.



   Just as Hernando realized something was wrong above him, Asami jumped
from her position straddling him and plunged the blade rapidly twice into
his pot gut.  His soiled prick was still erect and swaying in the air when
Asami made a quick slice at it cutting deeply into the thick stalk



   Hernando grabbed his bleeding cock and screamed a deathly scream just as
Asami plunged the knife into his throat also.  From her Karate experience
she knew the pressure points and where the jugular ran through the neck. 
This knowledge was deadly lethal when combined with the sharp point of a
switchblade.



   Glancing at her mother she saw the man called Miquel standing on the
side of the bed.  He had her mother by the hair with the straight razor
poised against her throat and was screaming at her in Spanish.  Suddenly
her mother reached back and gouged her fingers of one hand into his eye. 
The man yelled and grabbed his face with both hands and dropped the razor.
Reacting quickly her mother picked up the straight razor and struck Miquel
a quick slash across his arms as they covered his face.



   Asami grabbed the kerosene lantern screaming at her mother to move out
of the way.  She threw the lantern at the clawing blind man and, by luck or
God's will, the glass shattered spraying the Mexican's face and head with
the liquid and igniting immediately.  The big man suddenly turned into a
flaming torch with his hair ablaze and his skin coated flesh sizzling.  He
ran in circles quickly igniting the thatched roof and interior of the mud
hutch until the flames were everywhere.



   Asami grabbed her mother's hand and both women fled through the hutch
door just as the cabin exploded in a ball of fire so intense it partially
burned their naked backs akin to a bad sunburn.  They ran naked through the
darkening night until they reached a sandy beach.  Diving into the salty
water they felt the pain from their burns but let the water cleanse them of
the previous events.



   Epilogue







   Asami lay on her back on the cool satin sheets and let the high powered
air conditioner cool the sweat from her body.  She let the last residues of
cum slip into her throat and ran her tongue around her palate to clear any
remaining amounts.  She marveled at how much she loved the slightly salty,
tangy flavor of the slimy substance.  She now counted her oral experiences
as the second most erotic adventures she could have after anal intercourse.
She loved to bring a man to the point of orgasm with her mouth and feel the
swelling in his testicles and shaft right before he came.



   The feel of the salty spray combined with a couple flick of her fingers
on her clitoris always brought her to a mind numbing climax.  She looked to
her left where the tall black man lay next to her.  His chest was till
heaving for breath from his recent climax in her mouth and his body was
also sweat covered.  He had one arm folded across his eyes and the other
hand was milking the last few drops of cum from his wilted penis.  He
languidly stroked the long black rod as it lay across one leg, the eight
inch length just a reminded of the full twelve inches it could grow into.



   She had taken him once in the ass and once in the mouth, the same as she
had with the other two black men.  One was enjoying her mother in the next
bed.  She glanced to her right where her mother was kneeling on the queen
sized bed next to hers.  Her face was buried in a silk covered pillow while
the tall black man pounded into her pussy from behind.  His ten inch cock
was driving all the way into the woman's tight sleeve on each push of his
hips.  Her mother was moaning that deep throated moan she did when she was
cumming almost consciously while being well fucked by a big dick.



   Asami preferred to be fucked in the ass and sucking cock.  Rarely did
she let someone into her tight pussy and only a cock less than seven inches
in length was allowed.  Her ass, on the other hand, welcomed all sizes and
lengths as did her mouth and throat.  Her mother though preferred to be
fucked in the pussy, would not take a cock up the ass and liked to suck
cocks only to get them hard to re-fuck her pussy.



   She saw the other black man come out of the bath room toweling his hair
dry.  His long ebony cock hung halfway to his knees and she knew it's full
length was close to thirteen inches.  Fifteen minutes ago he had cum in her
mother's mouth after fucking her for a solid hour.  Her mother had
preferred he cum on her body but the man had insisted.  She could not turn
him down after the many climaxes he had given her during the hour.



   The party was about to wind down.  They had brought the three men back
to their luxury penthouse some three hours ago.  It was now almost three in
the morning San Francisco time.  The view through the large glass window
was of the harbor with all the lights twinkling in the late night darkness.



   Asami stretched and remembered back six months ago to the time in Mexico
when her mother and her had stumbled into the small Mexican fishing
village, nude, tired, beaten and half mad.  The villagers had fed and
clothed them and one old man who had a beat up DeSota still running had
driven them the one hundred rocky miles to the nearest phone and rescue. 
By paying a large sum of money to the local Federales and with the complete
cooperation of the resort, they had kept all details of their ordeal a
secret.  Nothing had happened, they had decided to take a little extra
vacation.



   They had gone to Mexico City until the investigation had been made and
they were cleared to leave the country.  Asami-san's mother made several
phone calls to Japan from pay phones in the city.  She contacted friends
who made contacts with friends of friends.  She had managed to clear close
to a million dollars from one of her Swiss account with no one becoming the
wiser.  These monies she used to gain information.  She learned who had
given the Mexicans information about her and her daughter.  She made quick
arrangements.  The persons responsible disappeared one night never to be
seen again.  Her husband came home on e night late with his blonde teeny
bopper girlfriend and surprised two burglars ransacking his house.



   He had put up a good fight managing to kill one of the men with the gun
he carried.  The police found him in the garage.  He was spread-eagled
across the hood of his fancy luxury car.  His penis and balls had been cut
off and stuffed in his mouth.  He had been tortured for several hours.  His
safe was opened apparently as a result of his confessions under torture and
bargaining for his life.



   He had been still alive when the girl died the coroner reported.  He had
probably witness her repeated rape and the torture they had inflicted on
her.  They had cut off both her breasts, cut off her clitoris and both
vaginal lips and driven a broom handle about three feet up her ass into her
intestines.  Both her ears had been cut off and her nose.  A mirror lay on
the floor shattered and the police determined she had been forced to
witness in the mirror each step of her transformation.  They had finally
mercifully slit her throat to end her agony.



   The husband probably talked about where the money was hidden either
during her or his torture.  After opening the safe they had become serious
about his torture.  A blow torch had been applied to both feet until they
were blackened stumps.  His teeth had been knocked out with repeated blows
to the face which also broke his nose and shattered his jaw bone.  His knee
cap had been crushed with a tire iron.  Finally, tiring of their sport they
had tied him across the hood of his beloved Lexus and castrated him and
emasculated him.



   They had watched him bleed about an hour then, for insurance, tied a
plastic garbage bag around his head with strapping tape.  They apparently
stayed until all the air was gone and he was gasping for the last few
molecules.



   When Asami and her mother read the account in the Japanese daily they
bought in the Mexico City lobby they had both looked at each other for a
long time.  Mother said, "I hope they whispered you and your sister's names
at just the right time, don't you?"



   Asami had nodded, grateful for her mother's understanding of her
daughter's bizarre request on how to use the million she had withdrawn. 
Her mother deep hate of her husband and all he had inflicted on her
daughters made the decision much easier.  While the lawyer's settled the
estate in Japan, Asami and her mother had moved to San Francisco to
recuperate from the father's tragic death.  In that five month period they
had settled into the luxury penthouse they were now in.  With the dollar
trading so poorly and with the value of the yen they could easily afford
the best hotel in the city.  And, with all the money available to them they
could experience many an adventure by paying a premium price.  Currently
they alternated each night between bringing men and women home with them.
Both the men and women were recruited from the best outcall service in the
city.  The girls all went to college or high school and were guaranteed
disease free.  The men, also free of any of the bay's killer or any STD's,
were picked for both their sexual stamina and for their equipment.  All
were guaranteed over nine inches in length and with the stamina to cum at
least four times in a four hour period if desired.



   They had carte blanche privileges of choice with the grandmotherly
matron of the service.  Any young girl recruited was sent to the mother and
daughter as their first experience.  Sometimes Asami would have a male
guest with the new girls just to spice up the action.  Most of the times
they relished breaking in girls not experienced in making love with their
own sex.  It was amazing how turned on a fifteen year old could get with a
woman within a manner of minutes while they would be scared to death with a
strange man.



   It also amazed Asami-san how well her and her mother became lovers after
the incident in Mexico.  They had a deep understanding of each other's
needs and feelings.  Their love making was sometimes soft and tender, other
times animalistic and rough.



   They were making plans for next year.  In the springtime, a move to
Paris.  They would be ready for new adventures about that time.







   Will you be???



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