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Camping with Japanese Girls part I
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CAMPING WITH JAPANESE GIRLS Chapter I
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I wrote the following story. It is a work of fiction.
The summer between his sophomore and junior years in college, he took his
pretty Japanese girlfriend and two of her female Japanese student friends
on an extended camping trip. All three girls had been raised in large
cities in Japan, and none had ever slept in a tent or cooked on a Coleman
stove before. They were amazed at his ability to choose good destinations,
and at his command of the technology and common sense necessary to make
camping comfortable and fun. He was their fearless leader and everything
went well. After a few nights at different campsites, they had the system
down, and could set up the tent, lay out the equipment, and organize a new
campsite in a matter of minutes. He had planned the trip carefully, so
there would be hikes and activities every day and good food at each meal.
By the end of the trip, it became obvious that all of the girls had a crush
on the American man who played host on the trip.
They all slept together in one large tent. His girlfriend had not brought
the diaphragm and contraceptive cream since she did not intend to allow him
to make love to her in the same tent with her friends. He was more than a
little disappointed about this since the fresh air and exercise was making
him quite horny and he could think of other places besides the tent where
they might go for a quickie. But he was not going to have intercourse with
her without the diaphragm regardless of his horniness.
Late one night he hauled her out of their warm sleeping bag and into the
back seat of the car, and demanded some sort of sexual relief. She refused
to give him oral sex. She had never liked to give head. It was too dirty
for her. When he lowered his pajamas and showed her how bad off he was,
though, she got some cold cream out of her cosmetic case, rubbed her hands
together briskly to warm them, and spread the cream all over his hard cock.
Then she gripped the slippery cock tightly with both hands and started
rubbing it up and down vigorously.
The sensation was extreme. She was starting out too rough, giving him
three times the stimulation he needed at that point. He writhed on the car
seat, kicking his legs and gritting his teeth. He held his breath, to
avoid making too much noise, and also because he had discovered that
holding his breath somehow made the sensation even more extreme.
She was surprised by his strong reaction. She did not have much experience
giving hand jobs and did not realize she was overdoing it. As she watched
her nude American boyfriend wince and hiss like a man being tortured, she
got a little excited herself. She kept up the rhythm faithfully. His
excitement built. His eyes were squinted shut and he was gasping, when
suddenly his body gave a great jerk and his cock squirted ribbons of sperm
all over the place.
She had not anticipated the mess he would make. She cleaned it up with
paper towels while he collapsed on the seat, smiling. She knew he was
ticklish after an orgasm, so she ran her fingernails along his sides and
belly, and spent extra time dabbing the paper towel around his tender balls
while he twitched and giggled. She thought it was fun to make him lurch
by suddenly and viciously pinching the head of his limp but still sensitive
cock. She did this several times, though he asked her half-heartedly to
stop.
She caressed him lightly and patiently for several more minutes until he
had completely wound down and returned to normal. Then she opened the
front of her pajama shirt, and leaned forward and kissed him. He ran his
hands inside her shirt and around her breasts. He drew aside her long
black hair and smooched her neck. She shuddered. He ordered her to take
off all her clothes even if she felt embarrassed to do so. He insisted
that she take off her slippers and socks so he could see her dainty feet.
She was both embarrassed and excited when she was arranged on the car seat,
leaning back against him, her small head resting near his shoulder, her
long black hair cascading down his chest. She spread apart her naked
tender young legs so her pussy was exposed and vulnerable. His left arm
clamped under her breasts, hefting them up and occasionally pestering a
nipple, while his right hand ran up and down the inside of her thighs and
across her belly. As he hovered his hand just above her pussy he swore he
could feel heat radiating from it as from an electric coil. He pulled and
twisted her pubic hairs to tease her, then finally he started to fondle her
pussy.
He stretched and rolled the outer lips, pulling them wide open. Then he
put some saliva on his fingers and applied it to her inner lips and clit.
He started rubbing her nasty warm pussy, and he put two fingers inside. He
flicked her clit occasionally. She started responding. Now he could smell
her pussy, and the smell brought back delicious memories of that afternoon,
a year ago, when he had eaten her and made her come for the first time in
her life.
Now he began poking the clit in little strokes, from beneath or from the
side. He was being very gentle and deliberate. He could feel the small
bean grow larger and harder under his finger tip. Her tummy stiffened, and
she involuntarily drew her legs up and opened them wide. She threw her
head back and pointed her dainty bare feet gracefully. He pushed three
fingers of his left hand into her tight pussy, and began stroking her clit
in a steady rhythm with his right index finger. He kept this up patiently,
and he watched her for signs of when to slow down or speed up. He stayed
with her and kept his concentration. After a short while she was
squinting, muttering in Japanese, and bucking.
In the final few moments before she came, he kind of stood back and
regarded the scene in his mind. He thought, "I wish I could record this on
tape or something. What an incredible scene! Look, here is this young
exotic Asian girl stretched out all naked at my mercy, moaning and tossing
her long black hair back and forth, while I press that nasty little button
between her saucy nude legs. God! And now she's going to cum, here goes!"
She came like crazy, of course. She made entirely too much noise, and even
though the car windows were rolled up he was afraid the girls in the tent
outside would hear and assume she was being mauled by a bear or something.
He had three fingers in her, and he could feel her cunt contract
rhythmically. She would yell "OH!" at each contraction. There were seven
contractions and she yelled "OH!" seven times.
He had learned something from her. When a person has just finished having
an orgasm, what you do is tickle them and tease them. He let her calm down
a bit, then he started twiddling his fingertips along her flanks. She was
very ticklish, and she laughed and squirmed and tried to hold his hands
away. He got one hand loose and stuck a finger in her armpit and wiggled
it mercilessly. She shrieked and twisted. He warned her not to be so
loud.
He caressed her softly for awhile without tickling her. She tolerated his
touch, but with quite a bit of apprehension. She felt sensitive and
vulnerable and her nude body was shivering a little from the cold.
Suddenly he pinched her clit hard. She jumped and gave a shout. He told
her to lie still and be quiet. He put his mouth on her neck and took some
of the delicate skin between his teeth. He pinched her clit and had the
satisfaction of feeling her twitch and gasp. He waited awhile, holding her
neck with his mouth, then pinched her poor clit again and felt her body
jerk again. She could have fought him off or told him seriously to stop,
but she felt weak and paralyzed by his bite-hold on her neck. She realized
that she enjoyed the feeling of vulnerability. He held her like that for
three more minutes, periodically pinching her clit, and biting her neck
constantly between pinchings, before finally letting her go.
They crawled back into the tent and into their double sleeping bag, feeling
warm and cosy and satisfied, and kissed and caressed each other tenderly,
before dozing off.
[Next chapter: how shall he return the affections of the other Japanese
girls who have become enamored with him?]
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