#title "Miya's Ride 2"
By "Senor Rojo"

What has gone before: I introduce
Miya, an adventurous friend of mine
to anal sex, and a drinking buddy to
Miya. Then I introduce both of them to
the concept of the Miya sandwich.

The summer night air was brisk, just a bit too brisk for me as I
walked back to Chris's house from the station, beer in hand from
the vending machine. As I approached the house, I saw steam coming
from the bathroom air vent, and heard the running water; Chris and
Miya were showering. Stepping into the house, I doffed my shoes,
shirt and jeans, and stepped into Chris's, and walked into the
'bathroom.'

Perhaps I should explain. Japanese apartments are so small that
the toilet, bathtub, shower and sink are pretty much thrown
together in one room about half the size of a US bathroom. The
floor is tiled like the tub, hence the whole area within is one
big romper room for sex that never needs cleaning -- oil, soap and
shower included.

I can definitely say that the sight that greeted me was one that
brightened my days to come. Chris was lathering up Miya, perhaps
washing the dried come off of her lithe, pale little body. She
gasped, eyes shut tightly over the attention he was paying to her
perky little breasts.

~~~~~

I need to describe those little gems of the orient in detail at
least once. Pale skin highlighted a pair of small, little girl
breasts, with not a hint of sag. Upturned nipples begged to be
pinched and nibbled.

In fact, this is how Miya and I first met. We were necking in a
restaurant (before going to Kichijoji Park, see 'Miya in the Park'
for the rest of the story). She was enjoying the deep French kiss
that I was giving her, me slowly unzipping her black knit sweater
in the front, finding no blouse, top, or bra.

(I wanted to dress dangerous) she said, a slow smile replaced by a
sharp gasp; me pinching and kneading the material of the sweater.

(Let's do something a little more dangerous)

And so we did. But that is another story.

~~~~~

Chris had Miya bent over the toilet now, pinching at her nipples
as he entered into her. I could see the little red welts in her
skin from the 'kiss marks' (hickies) that he was placing at the
base of her neck. Well, at least she could cover them with her
hair....

(Hey, RojoKun.) Chris heard me come in. "You want to have some fun
with our little toy?" Chris had grabbed her wrists, and was
pulling her to himself, pronging her even more with every thrust.

I had never seen such a sight as the Miya-Chris beast of sex
swivelled around in that tiny bathroom, the Miya's hungry pouting
lips engulfing and sucking my tool, into her throat, sucking
deeper until the gag reflex caused her throat muscles to grab my
dick, seemingly with a will not her own. The vibrations from her
moaning, and her dancing tongue soon had my tool rock hard; she
was again pinned by two tall white guys.

We could feel Miya convulse (with agony or ecstasy, we did not
know at the time) as Chris and I both began to push into her at
the same time. Chris let her arms go as she wrapped her arms
around the back of my legs. I saw the grin on Chris's face as he
started to push a thumb into her nether hole; I felt myself start
to lose control as she screamed, the sound being muffled by my
swollen tool.

"Aahhhhh...!" That was me as I shot my load down her throat; one
of her hands came inward to cup my balls, and milk every single
last drop from my spent manhood.

I showered off as Miya, as if almost in a trance, gravitated to
Chris's manhood, her mouth still dripping with my salty repast.

Taking a towel, I could hear Chris and Miya enjoying themselves as
something drew my attention away from the action. What I saw
sticking out of Miya's bag brought my dick back to the land of the
living in record time -- sitting in Miya's open bag was a cast
latex dildo -- no, make that a vibrator -- somewhat small, about 4
inches long..

Just as an aside, I could not believe that a hot little number
like Miya would be lacking for sex, what with all of the clubbing
that she had purportedly done this night. I smiled as another
somewhat mischievous idea began to jell in my head. Grabbing the
vibrator, I headed back to the slurping sounds within.

Miya was milking Chris for all he was worth. The hot water, or the
exertion had blushed both of their bodies a tinge of red.

(Surprise!) I said, lifting Miya's rear end into the air, her
gorgeous ass beckoning to me. She didn't seem to notice as I
worked the vibrator into her (by now) well lubed smaller hole. She
also didn't notice (Chris's immense dick had her totally
captivated) as I eased my half-hard tool into her now stretched
pussy. But she _did_ notice when I flipped the small switch at the
base. I could feel my tool blowing up like a balloon in her little
pussy, tuned to the humming of the little machine. I could not
believe it. I held onto her ass cheeks as she bucked against me,
pushing the vibe and my dick deeper into herself.

(Mmm...mph!!)

(Mmm...mph!!)

(Mmm...mph!!)

Then, I heard her keening scream into Chris as he pushed violently
against her, spewing down her throat as she took all of him,
milking _his_ balls (this woman _really_ liked come). I could see
her throat swallowing as she repeatedly backed into me, her
screams muffled by Chris's engorged, shooting tool. The vibrator
had sunk at least an inch and a half since I had started my
initial intrusion. As her arms flew about wildly, I grabbed both
of them and pronged my little sex toy doubly as Chris emptied his
last into her.

Grabbing a towel, he closed the door behind him; I could hear one
of the cans of beer pop open as I rammed myself into Miya's little
sweat drenched body. I felt her stiffen, and then go limp. I was
dry myself, so we stopped.

God, I felt so relaxed, tired. Miya gripped the edge of the sink,
her whole body quivering as the vibrator fell out of its home,
clattering to the wet floor. We showered, and I wiped her
deliciously abused body clean, noticing the welts where Chris
kissed her, the bruising where our hands had clamped down on her
ass, her battered little pussy, once pink, now a darker red.

(Are you all right?) I asked, more that a little bit concerned.

(Yes, I am fine. My body is always like this after play.) The
looked in my eye prompted her to continue. (I have a tender body.
You won't even see anything after a week or so. I am a little bit
sore down there....).

We towelled off, and joined Chris in the living room. I mixed them
both some more mud slides -- we all got blitzed after that,
watching Japanese TV, and then faded off into merciful sleep.

The End.