Sakura uttered a soft whimper when Elizabeth wrung the hand towel over the basin and pressed it onto the teacup pout of her naked pussy. The temperature of the fabric was just enough shy of scalding to cause a split second’s burning sensation before her pores opened to welcome the heat under her skin.
“Your landing strip is pretty,” the slender blonde told her. “But Mr. Paxton prefers your pussy smooth. Like mine.”
Sakura remained silent, responding with as much of a nod as her head against the carpet allowed. Paxton was standing off to the side while his wife held the small square of hot, wet fabric down firmly. Her long fingers ground lightly into the yielding meat of the exchange student’s pussy. The penetrating warmth and pressure against her slit felt luxurious, a welcome contrast with the nervous uncertainty wracking her mind.
Paxton was half bathed in shadow, the border of light crossing diagonally over his large, fit body from his right shoulder to his left hip. Though she’d been living in their home for six weeks, the younger woman barely seemed to recognize him. His body was easily familiar from hours they’d spent around the pool and a few trips they’d taken her on to the beach. And she’d known this was coming, if not exactly how or when or even why, but she wouldn’t have been surprised if the man in the shadows stepped forward to reveal a face she’d never seen.
As she lay across the broad, white sheet Elizabeth had spread over the carpet, Sakura’s legs drifted apart, her knees easing toward the floor on opposite sides. The other woman’s hand cupped her pussy like a scant garment, offering the fleeting illusion of cover while Paxton quietly watched from the shadows. All too soon, the initial heat dissipated from the fabric of the towel, and the patient blonde pulled it away. Her thighs were now widely flung, and despite being unable to see Paxton’s face, she knew his grey-green eyes were trained on her fresh, garishly exposed slit.
Elizabeth leaned across the girl’s prone body to dip and wring out the towel again. She laid it back onto Sakura’s mound, letting the corner drape down over the tender sensitivity of the soft folds of her pussy. It wasn’t as hot as the first time, but the fresh wave of warmth was almost enough to ease the hundred misgivings swarming through her mind. Second, third and fourth thoughts. The fear of having come too far to turn back. She knew the Paxtons would respect her choice if she decided she couldn’t see it through, but a change of heart was nothing she would allow herself.
Not now. So close. Not now.
Elizabeth was rubbing her pussy through the towel, fingers pressing and kneading with firm patience. Sakura’s body responded through a haze of self-conscience. She fought to keep her sighing breath silent, even though the deepening rise and fall of her breasts and belly betrayed her. One of Paxton’s hands drifted over the pronounced bulge in his boxer-briefs. He was growing aroused by steady degrees. She watched his body change from her place on the floor, riding the edge of fright, yet so eager to see the hard shape of his flesh and desire. But she didn’t know how she could bring herself to lay eyes on him now.
Beside Elizabeth, the nineteen year old felt unfinished. Even now, as the blonde knelt on the floor rubbing and tenderizing the soft skin around her guest’s pussy, her hair and moderately applied makeup were faultless. With her fine mane pulled back into a tight bun, it gave the same, tailored appearance she always had when she was dressed. She was the quintessence of refinement. There was a soft severity to her face that matched the lean elegance of her body. Her breasts were smaller than her guest’s, but there was an offhand perfection about them that gave them a more commanding quality than Sakura felt about her own. Her soft curves seemed unwieldy by comparison, her nipples outsized and downright crude.
Except for the inexorable sense of herself everyone in their surreal country seemed to have, Elizabeth would have made a spectacular geisha.
“Relax,” the wife told the exchange student. “Don’t move or flinch and I won’t mar your beautiful skin. You’ll be like silk everywhere.”
The blonde cast a brief glance toward her husband before pulling the towel away. Sakura followed her gaze to the distorted stretch of fabric in the front of Paxton’s briefs. His hand was calmly gliding back and forth across the inflated shaft trapped in thin cotton. The hard, straining look of his cock seemed anything but calm.
Is this what shame feels like?the co-ed asked herself.
Elizabeth reached across Sakura’s body again and pulled a plastic tube from the basin. She squeezed a thick drab of cream onto the palm of her left hand, quickly set the tube aside and started rubbing the warm salve over the younger woman’s pussy with both hands. She smeared the entire area surrounding Sakura’s pussy, touching everything but her pulsating slit, except for a few, accidental glances.
What have I become to them now? And to myself? What will all of this make of me?
The blonde concentrated on soaking the closely cropped strip adorning the co-ed’s pussy. “You like being touched,” she noted with a brief glance and smile toward the prone girl’s face.
Paxton’s hand was inside his briefs now, the movement of his cock stroking clearly revealed under the fabric. It made Sakura think of an animal trying to escape from underneath a blanket. She almost felt like part of the carpet, splayed as she was across their bedroom floor, the tender slash of her core spread before them like a flower that had been pressed between the pages of a book and was only just now being held up for everyone to see.
The utter lack of sound coming from the corner of darkness where Paxton stood stroking himself seemed improbable. How could he watch this in total silence, without so much as the rasp of a desperate breath? How could he maintain the distant courtesy he’d shown ever since their first meeting in Nagasaki?
Sakura barely noticed Elizabeth was now holding the razor, spreading her skin taut with those long, slender fingers.
“You’ll feel like a succulent luxury, even to yourself,” the blonde stated softly. “You’ll be surprised how different you’ll feel just shaving off this last, tiny little patch of pretty hair.”
The razor dragged with scant resistance over the rectangle of stubble on the younger woman’s mound. There was precious little to remove, but the lady of the house paused to dip the razor in the basin water after every second drag against the shrinking patch. By the time she noticed Paxton had pushed the waistband of his boxer-briefs below his balls, freeing his improbably hard shaft to be openly stroked, there was nothing left on Sakura’s mound but delicate, porcelain skin.
After all the preparation, the ritual was over within seconds.
“So pretty,” Elizabeth announced as she ran the damp towel over the co-ed’s mound and upper thighs, wiping away the final traces of the viscous cream. “Our guest’s pussy is such a delightful prize, don’t you think, darling?”
“Mhmm,” Paxton replied, the first sound he’d uttered since making his appearance.
His cock was imposing and seemed painfully hard as his large hand steadily skimmed its length. Even from where she lay, Sakura could see the slick moisture oozing from his bulbous tip, coating his fingers and shaft as he stroked. His wife rubbed oil onto the palms of her hands and began massaging the co-ed’s thighs, dragging the heel of her hand across the splay of the girl’s open pussy as she moved back and forth from one to another.
They could see her nether lips flush and thicken into sensitive petals of flesh, observing her body’s undeniable truth as they exchanged subtle smiles and knowing glances.
Yes, this is what shame feels like,she told herself.Truth is shame.
Elizabeth’s hands moved to Sakura’s breasts. She massaged them each in turn with both hands, as if the pliant tissue were any other muscle full of tension.
“These are spectacular nipples, aren’t they, darling?” the blonde noted rhetorically. Her own nipples had hardened into pale crimson points. They had an organized look that matched her entire aura. Even the quiver of her breasts as she worked had a rehearsed quality.
“Yes, baby,” Paxton replied in a baritone whisper. He pushed his briefs lower, letting them drop. He cupped his hairless balls and caressed them, his long shaft bobbing and swerving free.
Paxton’s body struck Sakura as a magnificent secret, finally revealed to her through so many weeks of strained curiosity. She felt like a paltry thing. Like part of the carpet lain out to soften his footfall. It was humiliating that he merely stood aside, stoic in his boldly displayed lust, watching his wife prepare the lamb to be slaughtered with love. The blonde’s hands were unmerciful. Her touch was strong. Her hands had been trained for this, but they were not jaded.
Paxton would never love anyone the way he loved his wife. Even now, there was no question. The co-ed wondered how anyone would love her at all after becoming whatever she would at the other end of her time with them. During their first dinner together in her city he’d called her a celestial flower that bloomed in the crater of the devil’s footprint. His elegant wife had smiled much the way she was smiling now with her palms slathering around and around her houseguest’s naked breasts. Sakura hadn’t realized until the next day he was talking about the bomb.
Her nipples were becoming hard knots of molten heat under the constant motion of Elizabeth’s hands. Yet the more pleasure the older woman’s hands brought to the tingling surface of her breasts, the more her pussy begged for attention. Her legs were beginning to strain with tension. Finally, the blonde brought her hands back down, tracing long, symmetrical ovals down the tops of Sakura’s open thighs and back up the insides where her hands would meet and drag over her seeping pussy to begin the trail all over again.
The co-ed’s hips arched every time Elizabeth’s hands carefully dragged up along her pussy lips. Audible whimpers escaping her throat brought her battle to maintain impassive silence to an end. The feminine strength in the hands grazing her thighs and pussy moved with growing force and speed. Her body was rapidly spilling its secrets. Her pleasure was a truth she never meant to show this way.
Paxton stepped forward, revealing himself completely in the bubble of light concentrated over the two women on the floor. Lying in the middle of it, Sakura looked up to find the man’s face half twisted into an expression she’d never seen before. It was almost as if the suspicion she’d felt earlier that it wasn’t the same man she knew had come true.
“Don’t fight it, pretty girl.” His nostrils flared and his broad chest inflated with air while his fist went slow, then faster, then slow – wrist turning as he stroked. “Everybody’s fighting too much of nothing. Just let it go.”
She halfway understood. Any other time she might have thought about what he said, but she’d never seen a man stroke his cock before. He looked angry. Even his cock looked angry, a darker shade than when he started. She wondered how much of his excitement was for her. How much for his wife.
“He’s right, baby. Never fight. Just imagine there’s a river flowing through your body…oh yes, your beautiful body.” Elizabeth’s smile deepened and then turned into a look of driven concentration as her hands changed course. The left webbed over Sakura’s mound, spreading her pussy lips wide until the pulsing knot of her clit pushed forward. The fingers of her right swept in steady arcs around the aperture of her pussy, thrumming over the gathered bundle of nerves at the apex.
The younger woman’s arms and legs were beginning tense and move against the strain of sensations coursing through her body. Her spine arched as her whimpers turned to strangled cries.
Elizabeth was now too intent on her mission to speak. Paxton knelt on the open space of sheet between Sakura’s wide flung thighs.
Please, not now,she begged in her mind, don’t fuck me now…
“Stop fighting…stop…” But even Paxton was beginning to lose his breath for speaking. His fist was flying over his wildly distended cockshaft, oozing precum so heavily there were viscous strands of froth flying from the tip.
The co-ed gasped in surprise when a slim thread spattered across her carriage joint. Elizabeth’s hand suddenly shifted into smaller, more concentrated circles over and around Sakura’s clit. She arched almost violently into the woman’s touch.
Paxton’s solid chest was heaving with hard breath. His dark, penetrating eyes were immovably trained on his wife’s hand where she was ardently stirring their young guest’s pussy. Sakura’s mewling swelled into heaving, half stuttered whimpers. When they’d started, she expected her American benefactor to take her then and there on the bedroom floor, his wife kneeling alongside, facilitating. She was relieved when she realized he wasn’t going to, despite being forced to wonder how much longer it would be, or if she’d be made to go through any more of these awkward rituals before he finally destroyed her accursed virginity forever.
But now, all she wanted was to see him leap onto her like an animal out of its mind and fill her burning pussy with his rigid cock.
“Spank it,” he growled at his wife.
Elizabeth’s swift, agile hands suddenly shifted again. The blonde quickly moved to straddle Sakura’s upper body, the globes of her ass splitting to reveal her rosebud and pussy while she slid a pair of fingers into the younger woman’s slick sheath. Then came the rain of firm, steady spanks on her clit. Each strike hit like an echo reverberating through her body. She cried out and begged Paxton to fuck her now and put an end to her beautiful agony. With the state she was in she could only wail in her native Japanese, but she knew it was just as well the Paxtons wouldn’t be able to understand.
The blonde’s pussy was smoothly shaved as Sakura’s, hovering wet and swollen above the younger woman’s face. Her head filled with the intoxicating perfume of the hostess’s dripping strain.
Suddenly the co-ed felt the first, warm spatters of Paxton’s cum spuming against her skin all around where Elizabeth’s hand didn’t cover. He was huffing and growling as he furiously pounded his froth over his wife’s hand and the prone girl’s tender slash.
“Oh god, baby, yes…cum…please, baby…cover us,” the blonde growled.
Sakura’s senses broke. The waves of oblivious pleasure rushing through her body were powerful enough to wrench her flesh with spasms. In the midst of the flood, she leaned up and swiped her tongue over Elizabeth’s pussy. The blonde uttered a yowling cry of surprise that almost sounded like a man but for the crystalline timbre of her voice. Even as her peak began to fall, the younger woman couldn’t resist slapping her tongue across the terrifying flower poised just above. She licked Elizabeth again and again.
Paxton’s broad hand seemed to swing out of nowhere as he struck a sharp spank across his wife’s flank.
“No!” he barked, landing another spank. “Get up. Get off of her now!”
The blonde scrambled to her feet. “Darling…oh, darling…I’m…I’m sorry!”
Paxton was kneeling beside Sakura’s head and shoulder, his cock more relaxed now, but still inflated with hot blood. “You forgot yourself,” he told his wife. “It’s easy to understand why, but it shouldn’t have happened.”
“I know, my love, I’m sorry. So sorry.”
Somehow, Paxton still seemed to tower over Elizabeth despite sitting on his haunches while she was standing. Sakura looked back and forth between their faces. There wasn’t a shred of intimidation or fear between them, merely two people who knew how to move through the spaces they occupied around each other. The blonde lowered her head apologetically.
“Clean her,” he said simply, extending his arm and pointing to the cum spattered area of skin all around Sakura’s pussy.
“Yes, my love.”
Elizabeth moved into the space her husband had occupied only a few, shorts moments before. She sank to her knees and clasped her hands together behind her back. Without a further word, she leaned down and pressed her lips to the younger woman’s skin, calmly kissing and lapping at each remaining bubble of Paxton’s cum.
He laid his hand on the co’ed’s breast, absently worrying her soft flesh with his fingers. His eyes came down to hers. She turned her head to the side and half looked away, but keeping half her gaze toward Elizabeth. No one had ever kissed that way before, much less another woman. Her lips felt nimble yet maddeningly patient.
“I hope you’ll forgive my forgetful wife,” he began, taking the girl’s swollen nipple into the hard clamp of his thumb and index finger. “She faltered, but then we all falter sometime, don’t we?”
Sakura sighed. Elizabeth’s lips and tongue were dropping pellets of fire over her skin. After the explosion in her cells she’d just survived, she didn’t think she could have this much sensation left in her body. But she did, and sighed.
“Don’t we?” Paxton repeated. The student nodded. “Good girl. You must remember to reply when you’ve been asked a question. And you must learn to make better eye contact no matter what’s going on around you.”
Sakura turned her head to look up at Paxton’s face. Elizabeth’s tongue was wet and warm. Her skin felt loved, if not her heart and soul. She didn’t want to look at the husband just then, as if the licking and kisses would stop if she looked away. But they didn’t.
“You probably think I’m cruel to deny her.”
He moved his hand to her other breast, filling his hand and kneading her flesh. His gaze remained on her face for the most part, but he was taking his time to let it roam over her alabaster form, stopping to watch his butter colored wife kissing and lapping delicately at her skin even though she’d already lapped up the last of his remaining cum.
Sakura’s hips were lightly rocking, trying to catch Elizabeth’s mouth with her slit as it throbbed with fresh waves of yearning. Paxton’s eyes returned to hers and she nodded before she could remember the question. He smiled.
“If you stay,” he told her, “you’ll learn to be like her. Her ways and manner. And that would be a magnificent thing for you, because there’s no better woman alive than my Elizabeth. Our Elizabeth, if you decide to stay and belong for a while. And the truth is really that I never deny her anything. I don’t have it in me, I’m afraid. Delay, perhaps, but never deny.”
Sakura watched his face as he spoke. She was almost afraid to look at the blonde now. As much as she was aching to watch her beautiful face intently kissing and nibbling at her open thighs, Paxton was demanding her attention. His dark eyes seemed to flicker with light as he talked about his wife.
“Look at her,” he said. “It’s all right. Have you seen her look more beautiful than she is right now?”
Sakura shook her head against the floor even though Paxton wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was watching his wife, folded in on her own body as she laved the girl’s skin with her mouth.
“But you want more,” he snickered, glancing back at the unlikely pupil. He shifted to a new position aside Sakura’s hip. He took hold of Elizabeth’s bun, gripping the tightly wound ball of hair in his fist as her forked his fingers over the younger woman’s barely recovered pussy. Peeling Sakura’s pussy open wide, he abruptly guided his wife’s head until her mouth was in direct contact with their houseguest’s slit.
The girl let out a mewling sigh when Elizabeth opened her mouth and covered her delicate, wet pussy with an open mouthed kiss.
“Good, my baby, good,” Paxton told his wife.
The exchange student sprawled on the floor wasn’t sure how much she could take. It seemed as if her entire body was leaning into Elizabeth’s exquisite mouth. Her deft, hungry kiss and slithering tongue. And the rolling pressure of her husband’s strong fingers.
Sakura was sliding past resistance all over again. Paxton shifted his body again, sitting astride her torso, facing his wife. The girl could only see his broad back and ass while she felt him lay his cock against her mound, placing the head just in line with her clit. Elizabeth’s lips and tongue began caressing them both at once, laboring in devoted silence while her husband’s cock swelled with fresh life against the girl’s body.
Sakura’s eyes closed while her body filled with breath. She reached for her own nipples, tweezing them tightly with her fingers while the deep, careful passes of Elizabeth’s tongue along her slit sent waves of sensation washing through her body. Paxton sighed deeply while his wife’s tongue lapped the head of his cock with every pass. His shaft gradually grew hotter and more rigid against the younger woman’s skin. All of them seemed to converge and mesh into one at the sodden mouth of her pussy.
Paxton was murmuring to his wife, too low for Sakura to understand the words. But she was certain she understood his meaning. He was praising her obedience and skill. Her remarkable beauty and grace. The young co-ed imagined weeks or months into the future when she would learn to be much more like her. She knew she didn’t want to become Elizabeth, but to absorb her grace and attitude, to be loved and honored as she was. She didn’t want to be loved by Paxton, merely loved the way he loved his wife. Sakura would never have more than table scraps as long as she was with them.
Paxton began dragging his cock in a contained fucking motion over Sakura’s lower belly and mound. Even though Elizabeth’s tongue never missed a lap along her pussy, Sakura knew her husband’s cock was pushing in and out of her open mouth. The realization made her flush as she gripped her swollen nipples harder, pulling and twisting them as she watched Paxton’s ass flex with the dragging motion of his cock along her body…into his wife’s loving mouth.
As he kept up his low, groaning murmurs to Elizabeth, the girl underneath began rocking her hips as hard as the confining position allowed. Paxton’s voice dropped lower, the syllables lifting out of his throat were hopeless for forming coherent words. He ground the head of his cock downward onto Sakura’s clit under the heel of his hand while his wife’s tongue lapped and flicked with mounting intensity.
Everything seemed to go quiet while the beginning strain of a high pitched moan started to vibrate in Sakura’s throat. Her body started to take on that feeling like a weightless stone as a new tide started to rush through her body, emanating outward in all directions at once from her pussy.
In the meteor tail of the next, rising seconds of her life, she flashed back to the dinners and harbor strolls in Nagasaki with the curious couple who’d traveled around the world to meet a hopeful exchange student.
“Elizabeth and I are interested in a special kind of situation,” the handsome, well-mannered man had said. “We’d gladly be very generous in contributing toward the education of the right young woman.”
They were almost Asian in their deference and manner. And yet…something foreboding, too, like the cloying sweetness of an opium flower. The made her want to know them…to let them know her. She told them things…but she could never explain why.
The pretty, blonde woman had asked the first wave of questions. Less threatening than the man who looked as if he owned every place she took them. “Do you have a boyfriend, Sakura? Have you ever…done things with men? With another girl?”
She’d confessed to being a virgin. She didn’t know why, but something about them made her want to. It wasn’t as if the fact weren’t known by those who knew her, but it was different to hear the words said aloud in her own voice.
“So many of my friends…they don’t want such things…sex…love. They want their careers.”
“But you’re not like that, are you?” the woman had asked across the restaurant table that last night.
Sakura remembered averting her eyes as she shook her head.
Paxton had leaned toward her then. “You’re not like that at all,” he’d answered for her. “You want to feel things, don’t you? Life. Love. You dream of your life and body being an open book to someone who loves the story of you.”
He grinned. She could tell by the motion of his arm he was reaching between his wife’s thighs under the table. She smiled like a famous painting, and Sakura knew he was stroking her spot with his fingers.
“You want to taste the skin of someone you love, don’t you, Sakura?”
She hadn’t been able to answer. She couldn’t look at them knowing what they were doing. At that moment, she felt an immense wave of love and fear. Her panties…wet…her pussy seeping into them hot and wet.
“You must learn to answer questions when asked,” the man said, his hand in continual motion under the table. The woman’s beautiful eyes began to glaze, yet her expression remained impassive. “And you must learn to make eye contact no matter what’s going on around you.”
The young woman had forced herself to look up. “Yes…sir.”
The pretty woman bit her lip and turned her head. Sakura had known about that sensation tearing through her elegant body, but she didn’t know if she’d ever truly experienced the full force of what the lady was feeling.
“If you will have me in your home, I will come,” she told them.
She couldn’t look up, but she knew they were both looking at her. The woman called Elizabeth uttered a softly controlled series of gasps. No one in the crowded restaurant would have known she was riding the crest of a wave brought on by the surreptitious fingers of a man who loved her.
Sakura’s whine culminated in a bone rattling wail as the shudders of pure surrender rocked through her body. She lay on the floor, waiting for her breath to return while Elizabeth and Paxton calmly stood over her. The blonde’s lips were smeared and glistening. Her husband kissed her voraciously while she gripped his swollen cock. After a few moments, they each knelt down beside the co-ed. Opposite sides. Each of them stroking their fingers through her hair.
“So beautiful,” Elizabeth said, gazing down with a smile on her face like a famous painting.
“You’re doing so well,” the man told her. “We hope you’re as happy to be here as we are to have you. But when you’re ready, it’s time you went back to your room. I’m going to fuck my beautiful wife now. Rest assured I’ll fuck you, too, and I think very soon. But I just don’t love you that way…yet.”
Sakura got up from the floor right away. She was a little unsteady on her feet, but she bowed to her hosts, then turned and left the room. By the time she reached her own, she could hear the sounds of them making love through their open bedroom door. She left her own door open. There was something comforting in the sound.
She felt like bathing, but she was tired. She went into her private bath and brushed her teeth. Her body seemed more beautiful in the mirror than it felt. Her hands grazed over her breasts for a moment, but then she walked out to her bed and lay down.
The husband and wife down the hall were moaning and swearing their undying love to each other. Even before she fell asleep, the dreams began. Dreams of possible futures.