PART FOUR

One evening, after dinner in February 2009, Kiko was discussing the notion of a dominant partner for her mother, with Master Hiro...

‘Mother would make such a good slave, Lord, she has so much passion... so much insight into sexuality,’ she told him.

Hiro thought carefully, sipping warm sake as he did so. ‘Yes,’ he said, suddenly. ‘I know just the man.’

Kiko looked at her lover, a man who made her heart tremble with desire. ‘Who is this man, Lord?’ she asked.

Hiro smiled and looked into Kiko's pretty almond eyes and replied, ‘Oh, you don’t know him, my angel. He’s a colleague. Master Jiro is his name. He’s a good man, a very good man, in fact.’

Hiro called Master Jiro right away on his cell-phone and they spoke for about ten minutes. Kiko strained her ears and tried to hear what Hiro was saying. Eventually, he came back to the reception room and sat back down, cross-legged, on some cushions on the floor. Kiko slid the Saki bottle in his direction. ‘Pour!’ he said and she filled a small china cup he held up. She looked at him intensely, her eyes full of expectation.

Hiro smiled and said: ‘Master Jiro has agreed to join us, next week, so bring your mother and we’ll see how it goes.’

Kiko’s mouth fell open, ‘Bring my mother, Lord, to one of our orgies?’

Hiro stared at her. ‘Yes,’ he said, ‘you don’t object to performing, sexually, in front of your mother, do you, my love?’

Kiko looked nervous. ‘No, er... but... will I be expected to become incestuously involved with my mom, Lord? We’ve never done things like that. I don’t think I could...’

Hiro patted Kiko’s hand. ‘Look, you trust me, don’t you, my angel?’

‘Yes, Lord, utterly.’ Kiko replied.

‘Then bring your mother here,’ said Hiro, ‘everything will be fine, I promise you.’

‘Okay, Lord. I’ll tell her. Mom will be over the moon about the news! Might I know how old this Master Jiro is and what he's like?’

Hiro grinned and stroked Kiko’s hair. ‘He’s in his late-thirties,’ he explained, ‘he's good looking, strong, intelligent; very strict and he loves older, attractive, women; so he should get along very well with your mom.’

‘Oh Lord, I love you, I love you so much!’ Kiko said, hugging Hiro as tight as she could.

Kiko rushed up to her mom, at home, later that night and excitedly told her the news about Master Jiro, ‘He’s youngish, good looking, very strict and powerful, Hiro tells me, and he prefers older women. What do you think, mother?’

Kiko’s mother smiled. Her name was Izumi (appropriately, it means “fountain” in Japanese) She was a very good looking woman, with an elegant and sophisticated air about her. She looked much younger than her fifty-two years. With her neat bobbed haircut, wide mouth and sparkling eyes, Izumi could’ve easily passed as forty. Kiko hugged her mom and then opened her Sony laptop. After a brief time, a large image of Master Jiro filled the screen. He stood there in his black robe, arms folded, his hawkish face looking suitably inscrutable and Samurai-like as he stared at the camera.

‘Oh, yes,’ said Izumi, feeling her pussy twinge, ‘he’s very attractive. But, can he make violent love, I wonder? Foreplay is very beautiful, and the bondage games and sadomasochism are fine, but, you know what, my daughter?'

Kiko looked quizzical and asked, 'No. Tell me.'

Izumi continued... ‘What I really need, my dear, is a man thrusting deep inside me, pounding away in my slit like a bull, forcing me to want him more than I can stand!’

‘Ah, yes, I know just what you mean, mother,’ said Kiko. ‘Don’t worry. Hiro says Master Jiro’s great in that department.’

‘Hmm...’ said Izumi. ‘When can I meet him, this young stud? I’m already wet with anticipation.’

‘Mother, you’re very naughty!’ giggled Kiko. ‘Hiro’s setting it up, next week sometime.’

‘Will it bother you,’ asked Izumi, ‘seeing your mother behaving in a lewd, out of control way, being ravished by a sadistic younger man?’

‘No, mother, of course not,’ replied Kiko. ‘I’ve no shame about sex, concerning you...I thank heaven that you taught me that, a long time ago.’

‘Come here and give me a hug, you wonderful girl!’ said Izumi. ‘I’m so lucky to have a daughter like you.’

合意 A MEETING OF MINDS

On the following Wednesday evening, Kiko and Izumi got a taxi to Master Hiro’s studio, chatting excitedly in little whispers and giggles, talking animatedly about what they might get up to when they got there. Hiro greeted them at the door. He kissed Kiko on the lips and then bowed to Izumi. ‘My pleasure, at meeting Kiko’s wonderful mother at last; I’ve heard so much about you, esteemed Madam,’ he said, politely waving her inside.

Once inside the studio, Izumi saw the kneeling Master Jiro. He had long black hair held back off his forehead, with a large leather butterfly clip positioned at the back of his head. He smiled and lowered his eyes, then stood and bowed first to Kiko, and then to her mother. Izumi was dressed in a sleek black Dolce & Gabanna dress and shiny, black, high-heeled Jimmy Choo shoes that she’d bought especially for the occasion. She’d let Kiko make her up to look like an older courtesan, with thick black eyeliner, green mascara on her eyelids and lots of glossy pink on her fulsome lips.

‘Your mom looks amazing!’ Hiro whispered to Kiko. Kiko smiled and gripped her Master’s hand, proudly, in response.

Izumi sidled up to Jiro. ‘So I hear you are partial to, what do the American’s call them...Oh yes, cougars, is that correct, sir?’

Jiro regarded her, his eyes wandering all over her slim, fit, body. ‘You heard right, Madam, I am fond of cougars, being a bit of a tiger myself.’

Izumi giggled. She liked wit. ‘Do I measure up to your expectations, sir?’ she asked.

‘I’ll let you know, soon enough, Madam,’ Jiro told her.

After a cup of warm sake, Jiro stood up and yanked Izumi to her feet by the thick black leather belt around her slender waist. ‘Madam, please remove all your clothes,’ Jiro said, calmly. She looked down and saw Kiko and Hiro lying back on a futon bed, kissing like maniacs. Their little sexual sighs and groans thrilled her. Hiro’s robe was open and Kiko was wanking his stiff penis, slowly. Izumi thought, ‘Mm, I taught her well. She’s such a liberated little slut!’ She undid the buttons of the stylish black dress and let it fall from her shoulders. Jiro carefully placed it on a hanger, on the back of the door. Izumi teasingly undid her bra, cupping it to her chest like a burlesque dancer might, before she let it fall to the floor. ‘There!’ she announced and shook her boobs at Jiro. They were the shape of a couple of large, dangly pears, with prominent sepia-coloured areolas and stiff, rubbery nipples. Izumi's breasts were much bigger than her daughter’s two little 'fried eggs.'

‘Mm, very nice!’ Jiro said, his eyes wild with desire, ‘Few Japanese women have domes like those, Madam! Are they enhanced in any way?’

Izumi giggled. ‘Only by age and gravity!’ she quipped, holding her breasts up and jiggling them about.

Jiro laughed. ‘Strip, Madam,' he said. 'I’m anxious to see the rest of you!' He squeezed an (obvious) erection through the flimsy black robe he was wearing, to demonstrate.

'I'm looking forward to displaying my womanly charms for you, sir,’ Izumi said teasingly as she eased her black lace panties down her thighs, past the dark stocking tops she was wearing. Jiro gasped the word, 'Lovely!' as she stepped out of the panties and handed them to him. He sniffed the gusset. ‘Beautiful!’ he whispered, ‘The refined perfume of a cougar!’

Izumi asked, cheekily, ‘When do I get to see the tiger's penis, sir?’

‘When I choose to show you it to you, Madam,’ said Jiro, smiling.

‘Of course, sir,’ said Izumi, uncrossing her legs and flashing her smooth, freshly waxed, pussy at Jiro.

‘Display yourself fully!’ he demanded.

Izumi spread her dark vulva-lips back with both hands. When the pink inner slit was showing, Jiro said, 'Mm, most impressive!' and he knelt and flicked his tongue against it, causing Izumi to squeal, ‘Oh, yes, sir! Eat me! Oh, that's beautiful!’ He pushed her back onto another futon, opposite the one Hiro and Kiko were making love on. The couple were now in the throes of full-on intercourse, with Hiro’s naked bottom thrusting away between Kiko’s spread legs, her ankle-strapped shoes resting on his shoulders. Her daughter's uninhibited squeals and cries of pleasure, and the sight of her yoni being filled and refilled by a virile wand, fired Izumi’s vivid sexual imagination.

‘Mm, yes,’ she thought, ‘I so want to be screwed like that!’

‘I like your big, saggy knockers!’ said Jiro, coming up from eating Izumi’s pussy and handling and kissing her boobs, pushing them up around his face, then licking and biting the hard brown teats as if he owned them. ‘Oh-h, sir, hurt my udders, bite them, slap them around...pleassssseeeee!’ yelled Izumi as she melted against her younger seducer, stroking his soft black hair and relishing his increasingly frenetic ravishment of her tits.

Two of Jiro’s fingers slid up her pussy, ‘Mm, you’re very wet, you old slut, aren’t you?’ he said softly.

‘Always, sir,’ Izumi whispered back. ‘I think about sex all the time. I haven’t had much of it in the past few years, unfortunately.’

‘We shall have to rectify that, Madam - won’t we?’ Jiro suggested.

‘Oh yes, sir, do as you please. I’m all yours,’ Izumi confirmed.

‘Good, then I’ll begin,’ Jiro told her.

He removed his black silk robe. Izumi felt a surge of arousal when she saw his fit martial arts-type body, revealed in all its naked glory. He had dragon and tiger tattoos all down his torso, back and thighs, and one of a snake that started at the base of his thick erect penis and extended all the way to where the purple glans started.

‘How beautiful he is... I want him, badly!’ thought Izumi, totally thrilled at the sight of the fit younger man.

‘On your knees, Madam!’ Jiro ordered.

Izumi got into position and Jiro stood over her, his wand inches from her mouth. She could smell him, smell the excitement of his arousal, the scent of sex. He grasped her shoulder-length black hair and tugged it at the back, forcing her face to his groin. ‘Mm, a nice big hard cock, at last!’ she thought. In seconds she was gorging on Jiro’s hard, young, dick, fellating it with the passion of a teenage girl, handling his smooth balls and cupping his taut buttocks in both her hands as he groaned and whispered obscene things to her, things she’d fantasised about, for ages.

‘You suck like a Goddess,’ Jiro told her as she swallowed him and kept her mouth against his abdomen. Izumi had a large mouth and it had always been easy for her to give fellatio to men, even men with the biggest penises.

‘She sucks just like her daughter!’ Hiro joked. The couple had changed positions and Kiko’s head bobbed up and down on his cock. Her sucking was in time with her mother’s actions, just a few feet away. Kiko took Hiro’s prick from her lips for a moment and said to Jiro, ‘Lord, please give my mom a good, hard, fucking, she sooh needs it!’ Then she went back to giving head.

Jiro smiled and said, ‘I intend to, very soon.’

On command, Kiko mounted Hiro’s cock with her asshole and rode slowly up and down on it, as Izumi mounted Jiro’s prick, only she did it with her yoni. Mother and daughter looked at each other; it was a magical moment and Kiko thought, ‘Yes, why should sex have to be a secret activity, after all everyone does it, so why not in public?’ This was a shocking idea in Japan, where modesty and understatement are national virtues.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of a Cupid’s Chorus, as the two couples had a vigorous fuck with cocks changing positions and holes, with erotic regularity. Kiko pushed back her hair from her eyes to see her mother being sodomised, on her knees, by Jiro. ‘I’m watching my mom take it in the ass! Wow! How cool is that?’ thought Kiko. Jiro pounded in and out of her mom like a wild dog. ‘Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeeee!’ screamed Izumi, gripping the futon in desperation, as her anus was stretched and excited by her vigorous young lover.

‘You’ve wanted this all your fuckin life! Haven’t you, you filthy old whore?’ Jiro yelled.

‘Yes sir, yes, yeeeeeeess, I have!’ agreed Izumi. Jiro pulled out of her bum just before she orgasmed.

Bastard,’ she thought, admiringly, he certainly knows what he’s doing. Orgasm denial, how delicious!

While Jiro lay back on the bed, Izumi mounted him, face-on, and fucked up and down on his rock-hard wand with her slit. Kiko whispered something to Master Hiro. He smiled and pulled out of her asshole and went over and got behind Izumi and said, ‘May I have the pleasure of using your back door, Madam? I see it's wide-open.’ She looked over her shoulder, smiled and said, ‘Of course, sir. I would love it, if it’s okay with my beautiful daughter?’

Kiko giggled and said, ‘Yes, mother, I insist on it!’

'Good God! I'm fifty-two and this is my first time with two men,' Izumi said, dreamily.

'Then we must make it memorable for you, Madam,' Hiro told her.

Kiko lay back and watched the unfolding action, touching a buzzing Hitachi Magic Wand to her vulva. In moments, a vigorous double-penetration was being played out, with her mom as the centre of attention. Kiko rubbed the sex-toy up and down her pussy, feeling the delicious tingling that it brought, enhanced by the wild 'live show' going on nearby. It got too much for her and she switched off the Hitachi and joined in the threesome, stroking the men’s backs with her long red nails, running her eager tongue over their dangling balls, before eagerly rimming their assholes. The two stiff cocks continued to thrust in and out of her mom’s holes at a frantic speed and Izumi wailed and howled, continuously. Kiko guessed her mom was close to the edge. As she sat and watched, with total fascination, Jiro gripped Izumi’s dangly knockers in both his hands and bit her nipples. At that moment, her entire body convulsed and she climaxed with a loud banshee wail of...

‘Oh, oh yes, oh yes, yeeeeeeeeeeeeessssssssssssssss!’

After Izumi had calmed down, the two Master’s threw her down on her back and jerked their cocks off, right over her face, soon sending many sticky oysters of cum spurting across it, covering her with a mask of dripping, milky sperm. With Kiko handling them, both cocks were offered to Izumi’s mouth and she greedily sucked them until they were drained, swallowing again and again, going balls-deep and groaning, sexily, as she did it. As Kiko watched the wanton bukakke show her mom put on, she realised where she’d got a lot of her sexual preferences from. The genetic inheritance of her kinky traits was obvious. Why, even the way her mom sucked cock was similar to the way she did it, she noticed. Their shapes of their mouths was practically identical.

‘Thank you, very much, kind sirs,’ said Izumi, after she’d finished sucking.

‘My pleasure, Madam,’ said Jiro. 'You're a true sex-goddess!'

'I agree, Madam,’ Hiro said.

They both did a short bow to the older woman.

After Izumi had wiped her face with some tissues, she and Kiko were taken to the bathroom next door and sat down together in a deep, white tub.

Izumi whispered to Kiko, 'Mm, are we to be showered?'

Kiko nodded and said, 'Yes, isn't it exciting?'

Izumi replied, 'It's deliciously decadent, my dear!'

Hiro and Jiro stood each side of the bath and aimed their flaccid cocks at the two women, who displayed themselves shamelessly, with their legs spread wide and their fingers exposing their pink slits. Jiro was first to let loose a noisy gush of urine. Then Hiro joined in. Mother and daughter giggled and frolicked about under the twin golden streams. They were like two little kids playing around. Kiko washed her face and filled her mouth with some of Hiro’s piss and Izumi did the same with Jiro’s. ‘Fountain it, my angel,’ said Hiro. Kiko got his meaning and spat some piss back out over Izumi’s breasts in a long, lewd gesture that thrilled everyone present. Her mom did likewise, giggling like an infant after she’d done it.

Izumi said, ‘Ha-ha! Our friends and neighbours would be so shocked, if they knew what we were doing! I love the fact that we're doing such taboo things, don't you, my daughter?’

Kiko giggled. 'Oh, yes, mother, this is very liberating!'

The pissing came to a stop and as Kiko sucked Hiro’s dripping cock dry, Izumi did the same with Jiro’s.

‘Mm, the taste of this lemonade is so very horny, isn’t it?’ Izumi commented.

‘Yes, especially after swallowing so much cookie-cream,’ Kiko said.

After bathing and drying each other, Kiko and Izumi were taken into the studio and hung, facing each other, by their wrists, from leather gauntlets that were suspended, via a pulley, from the ceiling. Their toes just about brushed the floor. Izumi turned to Kiko and said, ‘Y’know, daughter, I’ve longed for the torture almost as much as the sex!’

Kiko smiled at her mom, her eyes were misty with tears. ‘I understand, mother. I really do,’ she said.

The two women could hear Hiro and Jiro behind them, selecting various implements. Soon, they were screaming and howling as fierce corporal punishment started. Two long rattan canes fell with loud swishing sounds, followed by the slap of wood on skin as they impacted. Kiko screamed, Ai-eeeeee!’ as she was struck hard, by Hiro. She squirmed and struggled as the cane fell across her bare buttocks. Izumi watched her daughter’s 'dance of pain' and she was soon doing the same steps when Jiro laid the cane across her helpless bottom too. She shrieked, 'Ouch!' and then whimpered, feeling the heat rise in her yoni as the ferocious caning continued. Her screams and her daughter’s shrieks merged into a symphonic crescendo that reverberated around the cavernous studio. When it was over, after thirty strokes, both women hung there, quivering, wailing, tears streaking their immaculate make up, turning them into a couple of panda’s, their heads hanging down, limply.

‘I feel as if I just lived a thousand lives!’ Izumi whispered to Kiko, her bottom radiating heat as if it was on fire.

‘Mm, yes, I feel that way too, mother. It always feels like the first time, every time. I’m addicted to being beaten now. Pain excites me!’

Her mother smiled, mucus dripping from her little nose. ‘I can see how pain could become addictive,’ she said. 'It excites me too.'

Both Hiro and Jiro discarded their black robes and advanced on the hanging women, their pricks erect once again. Putting Kiko and Izumi’s legs around their waists, the Master’s impaled their slits on their wands. They jigged in and out, juice slopping and sloshing, as the tension rose and rose...with sadistic fingers pinching nipples and clits. Soon, with a loud scream, Kiko climaxed and ejaculated silvery sex-juice over the stone floor beneath her. Izumi followed, with her second orgasm of the evening, convulsing and screching like a lunatic.

'Fuck me, sir, pleassssssssssssseeeeeeeee, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeee!'

‘Can you still get pregnant?’ whispered Jiro, to Izumi, as she hung there comatose, après climax.

‘No, sir, I’m post-menopausal,’ she whispered back.

‘Good,’ Jiro said.

After Hiro had let Kiko down from hanging, they watched as Jiro frantically fucked Izumi’s pussy, until he yelled, ‘Ah! Ah! It’s here, you filthy slut!’ and Izumi gripped his sides with her thighs, drawing him deeper into her slit as her feet pressed on his buttocks. They kissed violently as Jiro ejaculated inside her, his frantic stabbing gradually slowing down as the ultimate pleasure overcame him.

‘Oh, Oh, Oh!’ he groaned, his head on Izumi’s shoulder. 'Take all my cookie-cream, take it, you beautiful old bitch!'

‘Thank you, sir,’ said Izumi as Jiro slipped out of her, his wand trailing silvery slime that clung to her swollen sex lips.

‘My pleasure, Madam,’ said Jiro.

(-)

After the orgy, the two couples ate sushi and sat and drank warm sake, around a low wooden table in the reception room. They were all fully dressed again and they reflected on the evening.

‘Well Madam, now you’ve now been inducted into our dark and deviant world, was it to your liking?’ Hiro asked.

Izumi smiled. ‘More than you’ll ever know, sir,’ she replied.

‘And you, Master Jiro, what did you think of our esteemed older guest?’ Hiro asked him.

Jiro looked up and smiled. ‘I was very impressed by Madam Izumi. If she will permit me to, I would like to take her slut-training a lot further.’

Izumi looked down and blushed. ‘Thank you, sir. I’d be honoured to be trained by you in any way you think suitable.’

‘Good news!’ said Hiro.

'I accept you, Madam Izumi, as my concubine,' Jiro said.

Hiro rasied his little sake cup high. ‘I propose a toast, dear friends: Here’s to all the taboo-free perverts of the world!’

The others laughed and raised their cups too. ‘To all the taboo-free perverts of the world!’ they all said, and downed their sake with one swallow.

Kiko and Izumi smiled at each other.

Time moved on.

THE END

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