Some years ago when I was a single guy in my late twenties living and working in Japan for a few years I met a twenty-two-year-old Japanese woman named Keiko who I fell in love with, and for three months we had a passionate romantic relationship, then, as planned, she left for Sydney, Australia to study English and I was to meet up with her there later in the year after I tied up loose ends. Keiko was sexually experienced but only with one man and had just come off a long-term relationship with him when we met but was still seeing him from time to time and I suspected he was pressuring her for sex and she was giving in unwillingly.
When I arrived in Sydney she met me at the airport and then we went directly to a downtown hotel where the sex continued. I loved fucking her small lithe body with her thin limbs and could never get enough. Even the lightness of her body was a turn on. The next day we moved into a large high-rise condo she shared with some other Asians who were studying English and we had our own bedroom, of course. Soon we were enjoying the condo's indoor pool where she introduced me to a boy named Jason. She said he lived in the building, was going on 17 years old and they had become friends. I thought they were a little flirty in the Jacuzzi splashing water on each other but let it go. For the next week or so I'd see Jason at the pool, or sauna or gym and sometimes in the evenings he'd come over to watch TV with us. I didn't think much of it. Then one night she confessed that they had been having sex right up until I arrived. For a moment I was hurt but then as I pumped her for details I got hornier and hornier and ended up fucking her more intensely than I ever had. It was as if I was in heat; I had never experienced anything like it and I wanted more.
Over the next few weeks I'd press her for more details before and during sex and she was happy to oblige because she liked the sex it produced. Jason was a good-looking kid, the kind of good looks only a teenager can have: not a boy anymore but not yet a man, a face that was made for the cover of teen idol magazine, a long, lean, smooth broad-shouldered body with so little fat that his muscles rippled under his skin with every move. Keiko described to me the way his thick, longish light-brown hair would fall into his grinning face as he spread her thin legs to insert his clean teenage cock into her tight, tight pussy. And believe me, it was tight, the tightest pussy I had ever had. She said Jason found it even tighter as he had more girth than me and could never get it in quite as deep as his teenage lust demanded. Was he turned on by her clean smell, a smell that is unique to Japanese women, like I was? I imagined he was as he worked her pussy with his cock as only a horny teenage boy out of control can do. His was Keiko's only third dick and she was in love with not only its size of it but also by its sheer beauty and the way it curved upwards like a banana. She would tell me about her thick black hair falling about her face as she worked the head of his cock then down the shaft and back up to the head again, pushing her long hair out of her face before he came in her mouth. She told me they had met at the pool and he had thought she was a teenager too, saying that Australian women her age are never as petite as she.
Things moved fast after that as they spent their days and nights together fucking in the Australian winter. Keiko was finally free of both her Japanese boyfriend and the restrictive Japanese culture and told me she simply went out of control with desire. She would suck his cock almost every day and let him cum in her mouth or on her face, something that she didn't like to do with me. She said she loved having someone completely focused on her, obsessed with her even, yet someone she could control easily through sex or just a word. After sex Jason would often pick up a gaming device and then she would realize he was still a kid but that didn't stop her from fucking her boy-man. He begged to let him fuck her in the ass but she always refused, instead letting him go at her from behind, relentlessly holding her thin arms or narrow shoulders, small back, or tiny waist. These were the stories she told me night after night as I pumped her hard. It was amazing; I had never before been the sexual machine I was when I listened to her stories, and she loved it. After Keiko confessed to me she told Jason he couldn't come around anymore and honestly I missed seeing him, wondering what it would be like to be in the bed with the two of them as he freely played out his teenage desires. But it was not to be: we left for Perth and never saw Jason again.
Day after day we spent at the beaches of Perth and the intense Western Australia sun turned Keiko's skin almost black except where her bikini kept it covered. Sometimes, three times a day I'd fuck her smooth tanned body, relishing the smallness of it as she grabbed my thick, dark blonde hair and wide tanned shoulders. Sometimes she would willingly tell me of her times with Jason but often I'd have to ask and she obliged, loving the hard and fast thrusts her words incited.
Months later we were back in Japan, her pregnant, and we got married. A handful of years passed and we were happy parents but it wasn't long before old desires resurfaced, this time with a young Brit called Mark.