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Archive name: wrestle.txt (MF, FF, asian, exh, mast)
Authors name: Rextasy (rextasy@aol.com)
Story title : Merchant Seaman

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The Merchant Seaman (MF, asian, rom, exh, mast)
By Rextasy (rextasy@aol.com)

Paul dreamed he was back on leave in Tokyo. It 
was in one of the Oyasumi, (the bathhouses) now 
westernized and common as massage parlors in 
America. But this was a special place-of a 
bygone era now to be found only in fiction-
where a gentleman, or at least a man of some 
means could purchase unique and pleasurable 
experiences without reservation or inhibition. 

In a room walled only by beautifully printed 
sheets of rice paper and lit softly from behind 
by paper lamps and from within by many candles, 
Paul reclined in a sunken bath. Hot perfumed 
water roiled luxuriously around his waist and a 
sake bottle and cup rested on the edge of the 
bath near his head. He had been well tended to, 
it was clear, but at present, he was not the 
center of attention.

Roughly two-thirds of the room was occupied by 
a mat, which fully touched three walls and was 
upholstered in black vinyl or perhaps rubber. 
On the mat, two beautiful young Japanese women 
squared off in a squat position, as if to 
grapple. Lean, muscled bodies gleamed dully 
with some subtle oil. Their black hair was 
pulled back tightly in buns and they wore only 
the traditional chotto matte of the Sumo 
wrestler, one girl red and the other blue. The 
wide belt and thin crosspiece between the legs, 
while seeming somewhat bizarre to Paul's 
western sensibilities, looked extremely 
provocative on the startlingly lithe bodies of 
these two girls.

They stared at each other with intent 
concentration. This was obviously no Sumo 
match, however, as suddenly the red clad girl 
lunged forward and seized the other girl around 
the waist, twisting her off balance and to the 
mat. The blue clad girl raised her pale, sleek 
legs and with amazing deftness hooked them in 
front of the other girl's shoulders, then 
proceeded to push her off with the leverage. 
The move was effective, and the red girl was 
catapulted onto her back, her small breasts 
quivering tautly, the shock of the blow 
registering momentarily on her dryad's face. 
The blue girl pounced quickly forward onto her, 
clasping her outstretched hands. They grappled 
with each other in this manner with fierce 
concentration on their lovely faces for fully 
thirty seconds. Dark strands of the blue girl's 
hair hung down over her soft face, and she blew 
at one of them distractedly. 

Then, with a forceful reserve of strength, the 
red girl almost succeeded in throwing her 
opponent completely off of her. They ended up 
in at tight bear hug and began to wriggle, 
neither able to gain much ground. Their soft 
grunts and gasps echoed and Paul could see 
their youngish, rounded breasts heaving and 
sliding against one another as they began to 
roll clumsily across the room. They became an 
indivisible writhing of slick skin, damp hair, 
and flashes of tight, brown nipple, each one's 
head thrown back with the strain of effort 
showing on her sweet face. Paul realized with 
some small bit of shame that he had an immense 
erection.

Now the red girl had the blue one in a sort of 
half-nelson, kneeling astride her back with one 
of the girl's arms hooked behind her and a hand 
on the back of her head. The blue girl could do 
nothing to retaliate as the side of her face 
was pressed firmly into the mat. Her red lips 
pouted, a groan of frustration escaping them, 
and she thumped her leg slowly and rhythmically 
on the mat, making a slapping sexual sound. 

Paul looked absently down, where the swollen, 
crimson head of his cock inexplicably jutted 
from his clenched fist. He felt faint, as if 
the sake and the steam conspired to work a 
fever in him. The room darkened, but strangely, 
the thumping of the pinned girl's leg on the 
floor grew louder. 

He woke on the floor, breathless and discon-
certed. The kerosene lamp had gone out, and
as he reached blindly for the doorknob to 
admit the lamplight from the hallway, he felt 
the still-warm dampness of his seed among the 
hair of his inner thighs. Paul had indeed been 
too long from a woman's arms.

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