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 #title "Miya's Ride" by "Senor Rojo"

   Yet another Miya adventure.<br> Miya and I did meet again,<br> but
didn't hit it off.  This is<br> a story of what could have<br>
been.....<br>

   If you like it, please send e-<br> to mailto:senor_rojo@bigfoot.com<br>
<br>

   I called Miya a few months later, on my way to visit my friend Chris in
Tokyo.  Chris was a translator for one of the big keiretsu, he worked hard
by day.  Like every other Tokyoite, he played hard by night, mostly at the
company's expense.  To me, he was crash space and a drinking buddy.

   Miya agreed to come over to his house, but had trepidations about
spending time with two strange, foreign men.  I mentioned to her that it
might be fun.  After some cajoling, and the promise of Kahlua mud slides
did she finally relent.

   Miya came over some hours later, around 10 pm, just as Chris was
strategically 'going out.' She told us that she just came back from a
party, and was a bit tired.  I believed her.  Miya, all 4'9" of her, was
dressed in black.  Black stretch tee, black leotard leggings, black
sneakers, black lipstick.  And, black sacks under her eyes.  She was a goth
minx goddess, going for the lolita-vampiress look.  She succeeded.  It
didn't take much time for her to see that she was having an effect on Chris
and I.  Or, more specifically, on 'little Chris and Rojo.' "It's nice to
meet you," said Chris, as he stepped out 'to get some more vodka'.  "I'll
be back in an hour or so." He grinned at Miya, and closed the door.  That
left us alone.

   (Ah, I'm sooo tired.) Miya leaned against me, almost upsetting the glass
of Kahlua that I was pouring her.  I could feel her under the tights...no
bra!  Well, it _was_ summer....

   (Here.  I think that you'll like this.) I handed her the glass.  (I see
that you're into tight tees now).

   (Yeah, it's all the rage with the young.  Showing your bellybutton like
Madonna.)

   (Mmmm.  This _is_ good.  Ahhh.....) she swooned, as I started working my
hands into her shoulders.  She purred as I kneaded my fingers into her.  I
kissed her neck.  She turned as I brushed her hair back, kissing her,
pulling at her top.  She melted, responding to my hands, my lips;
shuddering in anticipation of what was to come.  I poured her another
Kahlua.  I turned her around, working my hands into her shoulders, under
her blouse, rubbing, caressing, and indulging in what she loved the most:
kissing.  I could taste Kahlua, licking it out of her mouth as she pulled
on my shirt, which I took off.  I kneaded my hands into her breasts,
pinching her nipples under the tee.  I could see them hardening like twin
erasers under her top.  (Ah, I saw that).  I teased her, at the points on
her shirt.

   (Do you like it?  I was just out with my girl friends.  We all dress
like this.) she purred.  I noticed that Kahlua tends to make Miya, and
other Japanese girls purr.  Beer doesn't seem to do it for the girls, but
cocktails, and for Miya, Kahlua....

   (Let me see if I can help you with that....) I said, pulling on the
tight shirt, pinching at her nipples, running my lips across her milky
white skin.  Ah, these women of the night...  by day, Miya was trapped in
the corner of an office under buzzing fluorescent lighting; night time was
the only time she really ever got any air; at night, she was alive.  I ran
my tongue across one nipple as I rubbed the area inside her thighs,
kneading and rubbing her tired muscles; she ran her tiny hands through my
hair as I licked and kissed her, lower, lower still until I pulled her
tights off --just as I thought.  She wasn't wearing any panties.  She
moaned, as my finger sank into her wetness.  The sneakers were long gone,
doffed at the door as is Japanese custom.  Taking a drink (and some ice) I
dove into her wetness with my tongue, rolling her into a 69 with me on the
bottom, spreading those thin milky thighs that had captivated me since we
had first met.  I passed my tongue over her bud, teasing it with the ice.
(What?  Ahh..!  Oh, god...!) she shuddered, rubbing my by now engorged
member through my pants, pulling at the buttons on my jeans.  She found out
that I don't wear underwear either.  It tends to get in the way.  She
grabbed at my dick, rubbing and squeezing it.  As I thrusted my tongue into
her depths, I pushed her head down.  "Mmmm...mph!" She moaned, engulfing
and licking my tool.  Then she stopped.  (I have an idea.)

   I soon found out what it was.  She must've taken a drink.  Coolness. 
Cool sensations traveling from my legs as she engulfed me again.  I could
feel myself hardening in her throat.  Enough of this, I thought.  She mewed
in protest as I threw her off me, turning her over onto Chris's half folded
futon, raising her by her ankles, entering her with one hard push.

   We didn't hear the keys in the door, Chris, or his shoes coming off with
a flop at the door.  (Well, I see you kids have been busy.  Do we still
need drinks?)

   (YES!) Miya disentangled from me.  My turn to protest.  "Great timing,
dude!" I smirked, but did not put anything on.  Neither did she.

   (Damn.  It's hot in here.) Chris doffed his clothes, except for his
boxers.  (Not that I'm complaining, this time...) I let Chris and Miya get
acquainted while I made mudslides for three.  50-50 Vodka should do...  I
thought it was really weird for two mature, semi nude people to sit apart.
So formal, so...

   (Eeee!) Miya yipped, ending up in Chris's arms as I ran some ice along
her hot backside.

   (Heheheh.  That's much better.  Here's your 'slides.) I handed them the
unguent of the evening.  Chris, free spirit that he is, was a little taken
back at the circumstances, but how can you turn down a beautiful girl in
your arms?

   Miya wasn't complaining either.  (Hi....!)

   (Hi.) They kissed.  I smiled.  Miya's hands gravitated to Chris, as I
went to the bathroom.

   When I came out, I wasn't surprised to see Miya riding Chris, eyes
closed tightly, mumbling in Japanese, I took a long drink of what was left,
and deep kissing Miya, shot half of it down her throat.  She grabbed my
tool.  (I want this.) I didn't know why.  Chris was built like a horse down
there.

   (Uh, later, OK?) Yep, she was busy....

   (Actually, I have a better idea) I rolled a condom on, smearing it with
some Aloe Vera lotion that I found in the bathroom.  Miya yipped when I
smeared some on her nether hole.  "Hey, Chris, wanna make a Miya sandwich?"
Chris smiled, uneasily.  He had never done a threesome, and had a feeling
that I was going to push it again.

   (Little girl, whatever you do, don't let go of the big guy.) I said.

   Chris and I are about the same height.  She grabbed him with her body as
he raised her, lifting and dropping her back down on himself.  She was wet,
and getting wet everywhere.  I worked the lotion up into her as she gasped
against Chris.  She moaned into Chris's mouth as I worked the tip of my
tool into her other hole, feeling her tightness, feeling Chris slow his
tempo to accommodate this new intrusion.  Chris lifted her a little, and
when he dropped her I felt her little sphincter give, and I was in to the
hilt.

   "Hokay, Chris, let go of her and grab _me_." We had to keep together. 
She was so tight that if we pulled apart wrong I was afraid that we might
hurt her.  Miya was just about delirious.  (Ah...tight...stuck in...stuck
in...tight....ah....godohgodohgod....stuck in....)

   I can only imagine what a sight we were, two tall guys pinioning a
little Japanese girl, her legs swinging free, her toes a number of feet
from the ground.  We didn't move for moments as she shuddered in ecstasy,
riding us.  She wiggled, moaning and mewing on her own personal hobby horse
of meat.  We filled her.  She kissed Chris, holding on to him for dear
life, her legs swinging in that cadence that none of us would ever forget.
She screamed into his mouth as I pinched her engorged nipples, bucking so
much that Chris shot his load into her.  I did too.  I could feel her
shoulders pushing against my chest as she climaxed again..  (Heheheh) I
reached down and fingered her clit, sending her screaming into Chris's
mouth, her pussy clenching and unclenching our tools uncontrollably.  I
could feel Chris getting hard again.

   (Ohgodohgodohgod.) Miya was delirious again, bumping up and down on our
rehardening dicks, slapping into us as we all held on for dear life.  I was
getting tired at this point...  I pressed my hands into her ass checks,
crushing them together as my tool came out with a (pop!) leaving the condom
hanging behind, dripping my come.

   (Really good, RojoKun) Chris grinned, lifting Miya up to accommodate me,
then letting her fall with a (plop!) back on his tool.  Miya was starting
to drip all over the floor.

   (Tell you two lovebirds what.  I need to get some air.  Chris, I
recommend that you acquaint Miya with 'doggy style'.) Miya's wide-eyed
look, and Chris's shit-eaten grin were all I remember as I cleaned up,
slipped on my jeans, and strolled out the door in a pair of clogs, beer
(from the fridge) in hand.  I could hear Miya's gasping cries of passion as
the door closed behind me and I sauntered off into the cool Tokyo night.

   E-mail me if you would like to hear what happened after that...
   End?