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Contains sexually explicit material
Do not read if under eighteen
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The Moriyama Sisters, Pt.2
by Gordie D
. . . . . . .
I don't think she even realized she was doing it, but I noticed Keiko had let
one of her hands slip between her legs, and was massaging her pussy. As they
took turns they both tried to outdo each other, really sucking hard and moving
smoothly up and down the long shaft. While Nobu had her mouth full, Keiko sat
up and really started rubbing her pussy, using both hands and rocking back and
forth. Nobuko and I looked at each other and gave a little laugh, watching her
shy little sister humping herself, eyes closed, face red, letting out a faint,
'uh', every so often. Watching her as Nobuko stroked my dick, eventually she
opened her mouth and took a deep breath, tilted her head back and let out a
soft, satisfied sigh. With her eyes tightly shut she kept rubbing herself,
keeping her orgasm going. As she slowly recovered, I started trying to untie
my wrists.
"That looked like it felt good," Nobuko grinned to her sister, reaching over
and putting her hand on her knee, Keiko looking bashfully downward. It was
pretty easy to untie the belt behind my back, and as I got it off I sat up,
scooped Keiko up in my arms and laid her on her back in the middle of the bed,
then sat on her legs so she couldn't get up.
"Aaaa!" She squealed, laughing and shrieking, gigglingly trying to keep me from
running my hands along her naked little body, trying to squirm away from me.
When she saw she couldn't get away she lay back, smiling, breathing heavily,
holding her arms out to the side and waiting for me to make the next move.
After being teased for the last ten minutes by the girls, my dick was
throbbing, pounding, hard as a rock. I massaged her little tits with my
fingertips, then slid my hands up and down her body, working down to her inner
thighs. I took her ankles and parted her legs. Rubbing her pussy, I slipped a
finger in. She was even tighter than her sister, and didn't seem to be very
wet, even after coming just a minute ago. I worked my finger slowly in and
out, and when I got an inch or so in I felt what I was sure was her hymen.
Nobuko took her sister's hand. "Don't worry. He will be careful." Without
makeup, and with her short hair Keiko looked very young and innocent, and her
skinny body made her look very delicate. Looking up at me trustingly, with a
mixture of eagerness and nervousness, I promised myself I would take it very,
very slow.
I put a glob of spit in my hand and ran it along the stiff length of my dick,
then another just to make sure. I lifted her butt up and slid one of the
pillows underneath. Kneeling in front of her, I lifted her legs into the air,
then worked my way forward and put the thick shaft up to her tiny little slit,
rubbing it up and down, then poking the head in. I first carefully thrust just
the spongy tip of my erection in and out, getting her ready. After a couple of
minutes I pushed gently, squeezing maybe half an inch in. The saliva on my
dick was helping, and I figured it wouldn't be as difficult as I thought.
Working into the incredibly soft, hot walls of her vagina, I pumped slowly,
deeper and deeper, eventually meeting up with the thin membrane of her hymen.
As I carefully worked further in I felt it stretching, then opening up against
the sensitive head of my dick, allowing me into the most private and intimate
parts of Keiko's body.
As I slid in and out the spit that was easing my entry began to dry up. The
firm walls of her pussy were clinging tightly to the shaft, but further in the
head of my erection was sliding along more easily. Her young, inexperienced
body was trying desperately to produce enough lubrication to take me. Slowly
pumping her, the little bit of moisture she was producing was pulled from deep
inside her down along the shaft of my dick. Once I had a light coating all
along the length I started an easy but firm motion, Keiko and I groaning
together at the incredible feeling. Nobuko had her hand on her sister's
shoulder, watching carefully, making sure I didn't hurt her. Kneeling in front
of her, the young girls hips elevated by the pillow and her legs in the air, I
pushed down on the backs of her legs to hold her steady. I picked up the pace
a little, an anxious squeal coming from Keiko, grabbing onto my forearms, but
it sounded like she was still okay.
With her slick, tight pussy squeezing my dick, I felt my orgasm coming.
Keeping my promise not to pump little Keiko too hard, it took an agonizingly
long time, easing slowly in and out, but when I did it was incredibly intense.
I let out a long groan as I began shooting jet after jet of cum, long thick
spurts deep into the girl. Her cervix, only minutes before securely protected
by her hymen, was now flooded with a thick coating of my semen.
Laying next to each other, panting, Nobuko stroked her sister's leg. "Wasn't
that the best thing you ever felt? He is very good at it." Still breathing
heavily through her mouth Keiko wasn't able to answer, but managed to give her
sister a little smile. She let out a long satisfied sigh, stroked my stomach,
then headed toward the bathroom. Nobuko laid back on the bed and turned on the
TV, clicking through the channels. I hauled myself up out of bed and followed
Keiko into the shower. With her in the shower, I washed myself off at the
sink. She had left the shower curtain open and I watched her soaping herself
up in the mirror. The soapy water covering her skin, combined with the
lighting in the bathroom made her skin a really beautiful color, kind of like
honey. Seeing me looking at her a shy but still flirty smile broke out on her
face. She slowly rubbed her hands over her body. I couldn't resist.
I stepped into the tub with Keiko, the warm water running over us and took the
bar of soap from her, circling it around, then lathering her up with my hands,
going over her little tits, her waist, the curve of her cute little butt. I
was a good head taller than she was and had to bend down to soap her up between
her legs. With the soapy water on her, her skin felt incredibly soft and
smooth. Keiko took the bar of soap and ran it around the muscles of my arms
and chest, lathering it with her other hand, working down, across my stomach,
gigglingly circling her hand around my butt, then carefully running the soap
around my groin. She lathered it up on my pubic hair then circled her hand
around my limp dick, stroking, washing off the coating of cum.
Did I say it was limp? As she thoroughly soaped it, my dick began to grow,
Keiko watching fascinated as it slowly inflated in her hand. Once it was fully
hard, she stroked the soapy water along the big, stiff muscle, then looked up
at me shyly and said, "I, um . . . I kind of liked it when I was, you know,
sucking on it in my mouth. I didn't get to do it much. Nobu would not give me a
chance." I smiled at her and ran my fingers through her wet hair. She eagerly
kneeled down, rinsed the soap off it, then without hesitation engulfed it,
quickly running her mouth up and down the length of it. I closed my eyes and
groaned, putting my hand on the back of her head.
"What is taking you so . . . Hey!" Nobuko exclaimed, laughing, seeing the two
of us in the shower, her sister sucking my dick. "You cannot have him for
yourself." She pulled off the tee-shirt and panties she had put on, then
climbed in with us. With her younger sister on her knees, bobbing her head up
and down, Nobu hugged herself against me from behind, stroking all over my
body. "You are so wonderful. Could you do it to me again? Please? I reached
back and squeezed her cute little butt. I patted Keiko on the head and pulled
my now throbbing, rock hard erection out of her mouth. Turning toward Nobuko,
my dick poking her in the stomach, I took her shoulders and turned her around,
then bent her forward. With the warm water still running over us, she held
onto one of the faucets to steady herself. I had to bend my knees quite a bit
to line myself up with her, and then, holding onto her waist, I nudged the head
of my dick against her little opening.
Pumping, I slowly worked my way in, snug and tight but after the fucking I had
given her I was able to squeeze myself in without a lot of difficulty. This
being my third time I wasn't worried about coming too soon so I set up a good
quick motion, as fast as I thought she could take, little Nobuko giving out a
squeaky gasp with each one. Enjoying the great feeling, I looked over at the
mirror facing the shower and took in the sight- Nobuko bent over in front of
me, my thick erection sliding in and out of the small, slender girl, Keiko
behind me, hugging her arms around me.
"Please," Keiko's voice spoke up behind me, timid but expectant, "Could you do
it to me again, too?" What, do these girls think I'm Superman? Just so she
wouldn't feel left out, after I had given Nobuko a good poking I slipped my
dick out of her and turned toward her little sister. I turned her around and
bent her over in front of me and aimed my erect penis, pumped up, throbbing,
ready to start spurting at any moment. As I touched it to Keiko's pussy, I
could tell her young body had learned quickly how to prepare its self for sex
pretty well. Her little opening had a light coating of lubrication, feeling
almost like it was pulling my dick inside her as I touched it to her little
slit. Pushing myself forward, I put my hands around her waist and pulled her
into me, the two of us riding each other, the warm slippery softness crushing
down on my dick, faster and faster, till with a long groan I started spilling
another quantity of cum into the young girl, the overflow being washed away by
the stream of water from the shower.
We were all pretty much fucked out, the girls looking like they wanted to fall
asleep right there in the shower. I managed to get them dried off and into
bed, then pulled the covers over them. As I got dressed, Keiko said to her
sister, loud enough so I could hear, "It has been so long since our mother has
had a boyfriend or has, you know, been close to a man. I'll bet she would like
to."
Nobu glanced at me for a split second. "I know. I am sure she would. Perhaps
we could find someone for her . . ." She turned slightly toward me, looking at
me out of the corner of her eye. Mrs. Moriyama wasn't bad- no teenager, but
she had a nice trim figure and a very pretty face. She seemed so reserved and
businesslike though, I didn't know if I could help them out. Then again, I had
been admiring her ever since she had arrived, and, well, if it would make the
girls happy, I could at least try to chat with her and see if anything
developed. I quickly finished dressing and headed toward the elevator. Yes, I
usually stick around till morning, but in this case, with their mother in the
adjoining room and a hotel manager who looks down on things like this . . .
Around five in the afternoon the next day, after straightening out some mixed
up room assignments, I was handed the phone at the front desk. "Hello! It is
Nobuko. I wanted to tell you that my sister and I had a very good time last
night, " She said with a little giggle. I told her that I had fun myself, that
they were two beautiful girls. "That is very nice of you to say," She
answered. "Um . . . we were wondering if we could talk to you sometime
tonight. We will be going out with our mother around 6:30 . . ."
"I'm on my break at five thirty. Would you like to meet by the pool?" She
said that would be fine and agreed to meet me there.
There were a few people around the pool, and a couple of kids splashing around
in the water. I saw Nobuko and Keiko waving at me from the other end of the
pool, at a table off in the corner. I sat down with them and we exchanged
greetings, grinning, and I asked them what they had been up to.
"Oh, we have been having so much fun," Nobuko said. "We walked along the beach
all morning, then visited Universal Studios, then went to Beverly Hills and
walked along, um, that street . . ."
"Rodeo drive," Offered Keiko.
"Yes, Rodeo Drive. Tomorrow we will go to Malibu and see the museum there."
"The Getty Museum?"
"I think that is the one, yes," Answered Nobuko. "We were talking with our
mother, and, um," She jabbed her sister in the arm. "Tell him," She whispered.
Looking shyly at the ground, Keiko spoke up. "We were . . . We were speaking
with our mother, and Nobu mentioned you, saying the man who was at the front
desk when we checked in was very good looking, and I said I thought he was too,
and she said yes, he was a very attractive young man." The girls looked at
each other and giggled.
"You think she is pretty?" Nobuko asked.
"I think she's very pretty. I didn't think she noticed me, though."
"Oh, she does not show how she feels in public," Said Keiko. "It is the way
older Japanese people are. You would like to, maybe, go on a date with her?"
The girls looked at me with hopeful smiles.
"Please?" Nobuko added. "She has not had a boyfriend since our father died,
over two years ago. You are so nice, you could make her very happy." The
girls exchanged glances.
"Well . . . I'll tell you what. Tomorrow's my day off. I have some stuff to
take care of in the morning, but maybe I could show the three of you around
town in the afternoon, and we could see if she's, you know, interested. Okay?"
The girls smiled broadly and took my hands, thanking me. They were just
getting up to leave when Nobuko pointed over to the door leading back into the
hotel. "There she is. I will go tell her." Mrs. Moriyama had evidently been
searching around the hotel for them. Nobuko ran over and pulled her by the arm
over to where we were both sitting, telling her mother about the offer I made.
We shook hands and exchanged greetings, Mrs. Moriyama bowing her head slightly.
"I had some free time tomorrow," I told her, "So I thought I could show the
three of you around town, if you'd like."
She gave another slight nod of her head. "That is very kind of you." I was
wondering if she would be worried about me trying to hit on her daughters, but
she didn't seem concerned, and really seemed glad to have someone show them
around.
At a little after three in the afternoon I knocked on the door to their room.
They were all ready to go, dressed for the warm weather. It was quite a change
for Mrs. Moriyama- instead of her skirt and blazer she was wearing a pair of
khaki shorts and a brightly colored short-sleeved shirt, probably bought for
her by Nobuko and Keiko. I made a point of looking her up and down and telling
her how nice she looked. She gave a little nod of her head and a "Thank you."
She didn't meet my eye, but the corners of her mouth went up very slightly.
They had already seen the Santa Monica Pier, but I walked them down to Venice,
where w e strolled along the boardwalk. The three of them were wide-eyed,
gawking at the street performers, musicians, bums, rollerbladers and basketball
players. "This is not like Japan," Nobuko said in amazement. As we walked by
the open air section of Gold's Gym the girls both grinned and giggled, watching
the muscleheads working out, but their mother seemed to be trying not to stare.
I touched her on the arm and pointed over, encouraging her to look. "They like
people watching them." She took a brief glance at the sea of tanned, bulging,
rippling muscles then quickly looked down, trying to stifle a giggle with her
hand. The girls looked over, glad to see their mother having a good time, and
Nobuko asked her, "Do you like them?" But Mrs. Moriyama was too flustered to
answer. We walked along looking at the street vendors, and as Keiko and Nobuko
tried on sunglasses and looked through tee shirts, I led their mother over to a
bench facing the ocean.
"How do you like Los Angeles so far, Mrs. Moriyama?"
"Please, you may call me Eiko." She thought about my question for a moment.
"It is very different, very colorful . . . Very nice," She said with a smile
and a bob of her head.
I asked her about the part of Japan she was from, and we talked about the other
parts of the world we had seen. We looked out over the water for a minute,
then I turned to her and said, "You really look nice today. You look good in a
pair of shorts," Glancing at her legs. And she did. She was fairly short but
her legs had a nice curviness to them, and looked very smooth. She tightened
up her mouth to keep from smiling and looked away bashfully. "I'm sorry if I
offended you," I said, touching her arm.
"No, it is all right. I am just not used to people speaking in this way." She
glanced up at me. "In America you talk like this. It is nice to have someone
say things like that."
"If there's ever anything you'd like to say . . ." Just then Keiko and Nobuko
ran up, tugging on their mother's sleeve, asking her to buy them some tee
shirts. It was close to six o'clock, and as we walked back I offered to take
them to dinner. They agreed, and I suggested an Italian place that was around
a fifteen minute walk away. Mrs. Moriyama said she would enjoy that, but as we
walked along I noticed the girls exchanging glances.
"Um . . . Keiko and I would rather go to the McDonalds across from the hotel.
You could both go to the restaurant, though . . ." Evidently the girls had
this pretty well planned out. We dropped Keiko and Nobuko off, then Eiko and I
headed over to Montana Avenue.
I made sure to order a bottle of wine. She had slowly been loosening up and
getting more relaxed all afternoon, and with a few glasses of wine in her,
well, the girls' scheme might just pay off. She had started the day not
meeting my eye at all, but as I complimented her and joked around with her, she
would take a peek at my face every now and then, and toward the end of our
dinner her gaze was really lingering on mine, her eyelids a little lower, the
corners of her mouth coming up a bit more. Over coffee, I reached across the
table and put my hand on hers. "You're really beautiful, Eiko. The girls told
me it's been a while since you've been out with a man. You must think about it
. . . a man running his hand slowly up and down your body . . ."
She took a slow, deep breath, looked down at the table, then from side to side
to make sure nobody could overhear, then softly said, "Yes."
End Pt. 2
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