Misc. Erotica Taboo Foreign Exchange

Himiko took her time walking me to the High School, chatting about her day. When we arrived I found the field in a small area, ticked right up against the basketball courts. Everything in this country was little, I thought. Except for their kinkiness, that is. I met the coach, and he had a glove for me to use and sent me to join the rest of the kids trying out.

Here for the first time, I felt comfortable. Baseball was something I knew, something I knew how to fit in. The other kids were standoffish at first, but I didn't pry and was the first to volunteer to rake the field and worked hard when we went through sprints. Soon they relaxed around me, and we got down to it. Throwing, pitching, and hitting in that order, then a bit of fielding and pop up work.

I had no doubt I would make the team. There were a couple of really good ballplayers on the team, and I was excited to see that the Japanese took baseball so seriously. I was one of the best pitchers in the tryouts and probably tied for best hitter with a big brutish kid, with an angry scowl on his face nearly all the time. I learned that it was just how his face looked, and he was a nice guy. Kind of a teddy bear, really.

The tryouts ended an hour early, and the coach let us take off. I decided to walk back to the Tanaka house by myself. I knew the way, and there was no sense in waiting an hour for Himiko to walk there. I decided to run home and enjoyed the surprised looks as I slipped through the crowded streets.

I got home and ran back to the kitchen, ravenous from the workout. I turned the corner and froze in my tracks. Himiko was splayed out on the ground, naked except for an apron twisted around her body. One hand pulling away from where it had been ministering to her pussy, a look of utter shame stealing over her face. I could see she had stripped off her clothes right there in the kitchen, opened a drawer, and dropped to the ground right there.

She climbed to her feet, covering herself with one arm as best she could. My eyes glued to her big breasts, so beautifully formed and capped in soft puffy pink areolas. Between her legs was a small light thatch of black hair, the legs themselves were slender and so sexy I felt my dick harden immediately. Her whole body was like that of a long-haired goddess.

I found myself moving forward with purpose. Lust overwrote my brain, and I took her in my arms. She tried to turn away from me her face red with shame, but she barely struggled, and when I pulled her lips to mine, my hands sliding down her back to cup her perfect firm butt cheeks she moaned into my mouth. One of her arms snaked around my neck, pulling me close as she hooked a leg around me.

Her hand whipped off my belt and had my dick out in a second, its fat head pressing into her soaking wet folds. I gripped her slim hips in strong hands and lifted her, sliding up and into her incredibly tight hole. I'd never felt anything so beautiful.

"Oh, Blake!" She cried into my neck, "Soo, good… fuck me… please… oh god!"

I soon became consumed with lust and desire for this gorgeous woman, but she was so tight, I had to take several slow thrusts to get the whole of my cock into her. She shuddered and shook, moaning incoherently into my neck and lips, her hands trembling with desperate desire. Then we were fucking with slow, steady thrusts, and I felt her pussy walls quivering around my cock. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and she bit down on my lip, nearly drawing blood. It was too much for me, and I felt my cock shoot off deep within her.

We both clutched at one another, panting and sweaty. We stood up, and I drew Himiko in a tight embrace, our arms holding one another. She stepped back and picked up her clothes, putting them on slowly. She looked totally calm, but I certainly wasn't.

“Himiko," I said, tucking myself away, awkward and worried I had ruined everything, "I'm sorry… I just saw you and couldn't contain myself."

"No, Blake," she said, turning to me with a small smile, "It was no one's fault." She gave a great sigh of pleasure and raked fingers through her hair. Looking more gorgeous than ever as her smile grew, "I needed that more than you could know. Seven years I have been married to that man, and only once did I take him to my bed."

“Really?” I asked.

“Pfth,” she said with a dismissive wave, “It is what it is, I keep the house and take care of his kids.”

“Oh,” I said a little awkwardly.

She came over smiling and rested one hand on my chest and stood on tiptoes kissing me lightly on the lips. The light kiss grew hungrier, and then she pulled back. Sighing in pleasure as she moved off into the house.

I felt like a million dollars as I went to get myself a snack. As I passed the kitchen window, I saw movement and glanced out and to my horror, saw Hina standing in the shadows outside the kitchen, staring in at me. Her face had a strange expression, and I couldn't quite place it before she spun away and went running up the narrow alley and out the back of the house. I swore to myself. Wondering how much she had seen and heard. It felt like someone had dropped a rock into my guts as I thought what would happen when she told her dad or one of the teachers. I'd never even spoken to the girl, but she seemed to hate me.

I went to my room and pulled out my books. I was unable to focus because of my worry about what Hina might do or say. An hour later, Himiko called that dinner was ready. I walked to the kitchen, dreading what I would find. I stepped in and saw Yui, her face downcast and shy, and Hina. I cringed as I met the older sisters’ eyes and froze in shock when she smiled at me with a broad warm grin.

“Yui made stir-fry noodles tonight,” Hina said to me as I slowly made my way to sit at the table, “It’s one of our favorite dishes,” she looked at Himiko with a genuine smile and the stepmom blinked and smiled back, startled and surprised by the good mood in the girl.

“Thank Yui,” I said to the small younger sister, “it looks delicious.”

She didn’t say anything, just ducking her head even lower and nodding slightly. I left her alone and struck up a conversation with Hina. I was wary of the new attitude, worried she might be lulling me into something. But she seemed genuinely in a good mood. I thought that was super weird until I felt something soft slide up my pants leg and across my thigh. I jumped slightly, and Himiko asked if I was ok.

"Fine," I said, "I just swallowed something down the wrong pipe." They laughed at me and went back to their conversation. A few seconds later, I felt the foot sliding up my leg once again. I glanced down and saw Hina’s barefoot slipping between my thighs, her toes tracing my cock. I felt it get hard against my will, and the pretty girl turned a smile on me.

"You like it?" She asked, a gleam in her eyes.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

"The noodles silly," she held up her chopsticks, and I nodded.

"They are delicious," Her toe gripped my cock hard, and my next words came out in a bit of a squeak, "Really tasty!"

Yui glanced over at me with a curious frown and caught her sisters' movements in my crotch. Her eyes widened, and Hina sat up straight, her cheeks blushing and going back to her food. The younger girl glanced from her sister to me and then back down to her food, face sad, shoulders slumping.

The rest of the meal passed with a little bit of chit chat, and then we all cleaned up. The women still not letting me help them with the dishes, but finding it amusing that I kept trying to help. I'd always done the dishes growing up and wanted to help out. I also wanted to stay near the adorable Yui and her sexy stepmom. Plus, Hina was strangely flirty.

I went back to my room, though, and cracked out the books. It was a couple hours later when Himiko slipped into my room. I looked up with a grin and stood, pulling her into a kiss.

“Hina may have seen us earlier," I said in a whisper to her.

"In the kitchen?" She asked leaning back and looking at me, but I didn't see worry in her eyes, only amusement, I nodded, and she smiled, "Tell me, Blake, do you think my daughters are pretty?"

“Of course, I do,” I said my eyebrows pinching together in a questioning frown, “You aren’t worried about it?”

"Who will she tell? Her father? Hmph I doubt the man would care, and she knows that better than anyone." She smiled as she looked up at me and twirled a finger in the string of my flannel pants, "Something is happening here, Blake, something I never expected. We could never have dreamed that… you… would come and live here. You've cast a spell on me… those girls too, I think."

"Really?" I asked in a squeak, sleeping with my exchange-mom was crazy, but her daughters wanting me too? They were both legal, so I guess it wasn't breaking any laws, but it wasn't close to anything I'd ever dreamed.

“Lay down,” she said with a lusty smile and needy eyes, “I have been dreaming of drinking you down all night.

Then she pressed me down on the bed, taking her time in slowly undressing me. It was strange to have a woman devote her undivided attention to pleasuring me and exploring my body, with tracing fingers and kisses. She took long minutes to kiss and explore my cock, I lay back arms behind my head and enjoyed the sight of her beautiful face, so elegant, twisted in desire and lust as she licked and sucked me down. She was forever marveling at its length and size.

I reached down with one hand and pulled her dress up, she shifted her legs, letting the dress ride up her slender thighs. I was delighted to find she wasn’t wearing any panties and slipped a finger along her wet lips. Even as she brought a second hand alongside her first, her thin, strong fingers milking my cock as she bobbed along with the motion, I dipped my finger into her wetness.

The low sounds of her wet sex and sucking mouth filled the room, soon to the smell of her desire. I wanted to fuck her so bad, but she shook her head when I tried to pull her over. She knew we wouldn't be able to stay silent, and I contented myself for the amazing blowjob. She had gotten so much better at pleasuring me in the last couple of days. We came together, timing our orgasms perfectly.

When she went to slip out of the room, I stood and pulled her into a fierce hug and passionate kiss. I wanted to scream to the heavens how much this woman had pleased me, how incredible and sexy I thought she was, but I contented myself for feeling her collapse against me, her arms clutching me just as tight.​