ASIAN HIGH SCHOOL WIFE: Part 4, Getting A Clearer

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ASIAN HIGH SCHOOL WIFE: Part 4, Getting A ClearerAs I was telling you previously, Kana and I had a Friday night at the Mexican restaurant and Kana had her first Strawberry margarita. Her first three or four actually. We wound up on the fake fur rug in front of a fire and she very suggestively sucked cherries off a cocktail stick. Then she was sucking my cock. I had had a bit to drink as well and pretty uninhibited so and not as sensitive or respectful to her as I was accustomed. So I was soon gripping her by the pony tail and face fucking her. I yanked her neck back by the pony tail and for the first time shot a massive load onto the face of my 18-year-old Japanese wife’s face. She gasped when the cum hit her skin, on the cheek bone and bridge of her nose and running down the side of her face. “Oh shit I’m sorry about that,” I told her as soon as I could talk. “I just got carried away, I’m sorry.” Kana dabbed at the cum on her left cheek and looked at it and said “oh no now you are upset too… just like my cousin.” . . . . At that point I stood up and got us both another drink and a hot washcloth for Kana’s face. I finished mine off at the bar and then made another one and brought it back with Kana’s by the fire. She looked at me uncertainly and said “I wanted to show you what he taught me but …”. I waited. “…well he was always so afraid we would get caught, he freaked out every time.” “So I guess you thought maybe it was a bad thing.” I tried to imagine Kana’s cousin and couldn’t picture the lucky but miserable guy. When had it started? Probably a couple of years ago Kana said, and it had gone on for about a year before he went to college. So here is this hapless guy with his hot younger cousin. It started out as a kissing game that he invented when he was supposed to be teaching her algebra. Then it was truth or dare, and then he got to be the first one with his hand under her skirt and fingering her pussy, eventually getting her to jerk him off and even sucking him off at least one time, and he was too nervous about getting caught to enjoy any of it. Kana’s story completed some of the picture. I could see her and a faceless him, both fully dressed with his dick poking out of the fly of his jeans, Kana practicing her skills at sucking his cock, making him cum prematurely, probably totally unexpectedly, soaking her face and hair in sperm, with both sets of aunts and uncles in the next room and the two of them freaking out and trying to clean up the mess. She finished her drink as she told the story and said “so sorry if you are unhappy.” …Fuck it… I went and got us both another. “I loved it,” I told her, “you are awesome at it, and I liked hearing the story about your cousin.” “You’re not mad at it?” Kana asked. “No, beautiful, not mad and not a jealous type of guy.” I kissed her chin. “…I just didn’t want to do that to you without it being okay.” “Do what?” She asked me, taking a drink. She was testing me and I was drunk so I blurted out: “Cumming on your face.” She didn’t flinch. “You can come on my face,” she replied. She finished the drink. How many was that now? “Do you want again?” She asked. “I’m still working on mine,” I said, holding up my drink. She laughed. “No,” she said, “…again” and she made a gesture with her fist and face that she wanted to suck my cock again. Hell yeah, I said, sliding my pants back off and starting to set my drink down next to hers, but she pushed my drink back like I should hold onto it. So I sat sipping my drink while Kana got to work on my cock and was soon sucking it hard. By the time I finished my drink I was hard enough to carve granite and I was rolling her onto her knees and pulling her skirt up, grabbing her tiny ankles and slamming her from behind. The peaceful night was soon filled with Kana’s high-pierced shrieks that always made it sound like I was killing her. I had almost learned to stop wincing when she did that. After getting her off I started to follow suit and cum inside her, but instead rolled her over onto her back and put my knees above her shoulders and jerked off on her face as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue, stained red from the strawberry and cherry drink. I splashed her tongue and lips as she looked up at me. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” I asked lamely. She hit me playfully, something she had never done before, and said “yeah silly…stop!” Then she sucked the end of my cock a few times. She washed her face off with the same rag and then we went to sleep in each other’s arms. But at some point in the night drunk dick had taken over, and apparently drunk vagina too, and we had had a crazy half-remembered intoxicated fuck and now I was waking up, no idea how much later, my cock still inside her and I was starting to move around, getting hard again. My dick felt like it had been through a meat grinder at this point but I had the legendary hardon you can only get from drinking way too much way too late. I had been railing Kana for a few minutes before she stirred and was instantly moaning. But she paused between one moan to say “I don’t feel so good.” I slid out of her and got up but she was pulling me back down, so we continued for a while but her face was a mixture of emotion. She didn’t want to stop fucking to get sick. I saw her chest and face twitch, like she was going to be sick. I got her to the bathroom just in time and held her long hair back as she did what she had to. I said soothing things, got her some water and a hot wash cloth for her face. Nothing will fix it except to hold still and rest in a dark room I told her. I was pretty wasted myself but I had experience with this and had to be the caretaker. I got her to her bedroom and out of her clothes. She lay naked on the bed with a dim lamp burning in the corner of the room. She turned over on her stomach, face down in the pillow and mercifully passed out. I went downstairs and stupidly poured out another. Whenever I am this far in the bag my horniness just keeps spiraling and now it was the middle of the night and a naked 18-year-old Japanese girl was passed out upstairs. That can do strange things to a man, things I am not proud of doing. It became too much to resist even though I had already fucked her…well I had lost count of how many times that day or even that week and my dick was red from the ordu escort constant humping and general abuse that this hot teen wife had inflicted on it since we got married a few short weeks ago. But to be fair I was in the middle of another time when we had to stop unexpectedly. I broke all the rules of drinking and being horny, started looking at porn on my phone but nothing would do except Kana. I went upstairs. She was out old, same face-down position. I checked on her, or at least that’s what I told myself I was doing. She didn’t budge as I checked her temperature like a parent. I nudged her arm, then her hip and leg. She was comatose, only her steady breathing in the silent room. “Kana, do you need anything?” I asked loudly. Nothing, she slept on. I turned on the big light in the room and pointed my camera phone at her naked ass and bare legs, getting ridiculously hard at the risk I felt I was taking. Then I bent her right knee forward so her pussy was exposed. It was a tight little innie pussy but in that position you could see the outline of her slit which was also rubber-band tight like an 18-year-old’s should be even though it had been plowed dozens of times that week. It was still a little wet from fucking before. I got some very nice shots of her pussy, close-up. But one is never satisfied in that situation so I had to have more. I reached out with a finger and spread her pussy lips open to expose the pink hole and got some more shots. Then I switched the camera to video and fingered her pussy for a while. She barely moved. From there it was natural to try my cock next, which slid right in as I took video. “I’m going to go to hell for this” I thought even then as I slid my shaft in and out of her pussy. The room was so quiet that it picked up the sound as I slid in and out of her gooey wet quim. The secret excitement of what I was doing made it a quickie and I pulled back and blasted just inside her hole so that the creampie would show up on the video. As soon as I came I felt a little bad about what I had done. But not bad enough to delete the pictures and video. I cleaned poor Kana up a bit and then covered her up and went back downstairs and fell asleep on the couch for about half an hour before I woke up. Couldn’t remember where I was for a second and then remembered everything, opened up my phone and watched the video, horny once again. Broke more rules of drinking and being horny and sent off a picture of Kana’s ass to my lawyer friend and said “a little thank you for your help, hope you can meet her soon.” Started jerking off to the video of Kana and wondered what she was doing up there now, maybe I should go up there and get some photos of her front next. I decided I would do that as soon as I finished watching the video . . . .Woke up at dawn with my phone out of battery and my dick in my hand. I fixed that real quick and put the phone to charge. My head was pounding. I put on some coffee and got enough juice on the phone to text my friend and said: Sorry man lots to drink last night. I took the half empty bottle of the bourbon I had been drinking and put it upside-down in the sink. By that time my friend had texted back: I should be thanking you, great ass! So that part was okay I guessed, as far as it went with my friend. I went out on the back porch and sipped at the coffee and tried to decide if I wanted to go to sleep or go for a run. The porch door slid open and Kana came out. She had on one of my white t-shirts and a pair of my baggy sweat pants, her hair plastered down with barrettes against her forehead. She gave me a little smile and then leaned her head against my shoulder. I asked her if her head hurt and she said a little. No more drinking for a while I said and she nodded her head. I put my arm around her but that just made me feel worse. I asked how much she remembered. She said: “You put me to bed, then I woke up a while ago.” I said “uh…after you went to sleep I came up and finished what we started…you never woke up.” Kana said “oh I didn’t know that.” That was all. “Also…” I started, “I was pretty drunk I guess…I uh…took some pictures.” She looked up at me and said “pictures?” Fuck it, I decided. I got up and grabbed my phone, refilled coffee and got Kana an orange juice since she didn’t drink coffee. I opened up my phone and showed her the video. She covered up her eyes but peeked out between her fingers and giggled a few times, her face blushed. “Sorry,” I said, “I got a little out of control.” “So you like to take pictures?” Kana said. “Well yeah, remember we met when I was hanging out watching your web cam show and hoping you would take off some of your clothes.” She looked shy but I knew her well enough now that I could tell it was an act. “Also I told you last night about my cousin I guess,” Kana said. “And showed me, too,” I said, rubbing her thigh up and down through the loose pants. She leaned in for a kiss and my hand brushed her tits through the t-shirt, no bra and it was just a perfect little swell with a rock-hard nipple that I thumbed as she pushed her tongue in my mouth. Then my hand was down the sweat pants. No panties again and I was pushing past the wispy hair and finding the wet slit and we were getting it on there on the back porch. I wondered if the video had made her horny. Kana leaned down under the patio table and took out my cock and was sucking it. I watched the top of her head move up and down and heard the first birds of spring. The fucking sun came out and I decided today was going to be a great day. I came in her mouth. She spat some of it onto the t-shirt and we went upstairs to take a shower together where we wound up fucking for most of the rest of the morning until we used all the hot water, then took a long nap. I got up from the nap first and looked at myself in the bathroom mirror. It was good I told her about what I did when she passed out and the pictures, but I was no hero. Far from it. I fucked up by sending the picture to my friend without permission and then still not telling her. “You fucking asshole,” I told myself, then went down to make us some dinner. I was chopping up some mushrooms for the dinner when Kana came downstairs and asked if she could help. I said no, I’m kind of working on a surprise. Big mistake. Kana begged relentlessly to know what the surprise escort ordu was. “It’s not that big of a deal,” I said at last, “just was going to make us a candle light dinner, that’s all.” She nodded and went back upstairs. I made steak and a salad with some sauteed mushrooms. It looked fancy but was pretty easy to throw together. I put on some classical music, turned the lights down and set out all the candles that I could find in the dining room. “Kana!” I called and went back to the kitchen. I heard her feet on the stairs and then the sound of heels on tile floor. Kana was wearing a red silk robe that hung low in front, showing her small cleavage. The robe only went to knee level and she was wearing black stockings and black heels. Her hair was done perfectly, pulled back tight with the fake diamond hair pins I bought for her, and more red lipstick. “Great outfit,” I said, “where did you get it?” I asked, genuinely curious, because it wasn’t one I bought for her. “I learned to use the credit card,” she said and winked, “you can buy anything on the internet.” “Good choice,” I said. “Do you like my stockings?” she asked and turned sideways, lifting up the robe to show me the lace tops that ended mid-thigh. My mouth went dry as I admired her. “And what else do you have on under there?” I asked, putting my hands on her hips. She playfully swatted at my hand and said “you’ll mess me up, and your food will get cold.” I pulled out her chair for her and brought the food. “No fucking wine!” I whispered to her. “No fucking wine” she agreed. We spent a long time over dinner, talking and making plans. I liked to listen to her talk, and what little I knew about keeping a woman, it was a good move on my part. There were lots of things I wanted to tell her about the world and about me but didn’t want to dominate the conversation or get too patriarchal. I was figuring out that even if she was not breathtakingly hot, I would still like this girl. She stood up and grabbed her plate but I stopped her. “Let me spoil you a little,” I said, “I’ll clean this up.” She set the plate down and then I was around behind her and kissing the nape of her neck. She breathed deeply and pushed up against me and I started to pull up the red robe but she stopped me. “Don’t get me messed up,” she said, turning back to kiss me, “not yet anyway, okay?” “Okay” I said, flipping on the light. “Can I use the candles,” Kana asked. “Huh?” I said, “sure, why?” She picked one up in each hand and headed for the stairs. “I want them for my web show,” she said. Hot damn! I had to see this web show! I grabbed two more candles and followed her up, then made two more trips so that we had plenty of candles spread around in her room. “Want me to be in the audience?” I asked her. “I always want you with me,” she replied sweetly. “I sure hope I get to see a bit more of you,” I said, “you’re going to knock those poor guys dead.” She laughed and threw her head back, a deep laugh. She was still opening up, letting her real person out. “Don’t worry, tonight you will see,” Kana said. I ran downstairs, threw the dishes in the sink and grabbed my laptop, went to her room. She was just starting the broadcast and already there were 18 guys in the room. By the time she finished rounds of typing greetings to those guys there were 42. I recognized a lot of the regulars. The messages were flying though when they saw the red robe and way more cleavage than she had ever shown before. For the first few months she wore a white school blouse that was usually buttoned to the collar and on a hot and steamy session she might remove the tie and the top button. After our marriage and she moved in with me, Kana liked to wear a pink tank top. It was modest enough but after the school shirt it drove them wild. Tonight she was going to set the internet on fire. She was my wife, I had seen her tits half a dozen times in the last day, and I was raging hard for her as I watched her type, smile and wink at the camera in the candlelight. If they knew what she was wearing underneath . . . . They asked but Kana liked to keep an air of mystery. She was always flirtatious but she kept enough of a distance that the guys came back every time wanting a lot more. I had contacted the site and got her a share of the ad revenue and had already received a couple of decent electronic checks, which I socked away in an account for her. 128 in the room. I had a feeling that the traffic tonight would result in double the checks I had already received. I realized that Kana was steering the conversation around to her breasts, an incredibly easy thing for her to do. But she instantly replied to anyone with a message about her tits or moving the robe around. She didn’t show them anything but she gave them attention. After this had gone on for 20 minutes — some dropping out but more joining — Kana replied to one that she really thought they were too small. This instantly generated close to a hundred replies and comments. Some denied that her tits were too small. They were not “too small” but they *were* small. I would barely call it an A cup. The more honest of them said they loved small tits. I was in that category. I commented in the room: “Kana, they are perfect :)” “Nooo guys I want them to be bigger!” Kana typed, pouting. She picked up the candle on the desk, the brightest one, and slowly and sensually blew it out. Now most of the lighting was from the back and to one side. The light was okay but not ideal. What was she up to? Lots of comments, asking her to turn on some more light but always comments for her tits. “Well here is my idea,” Kana typed. “I want to start crowd funding for bigger ones…… Do you guys want to fund me?” Instantly there were a few dozen enthusiastic pledges. “Good” Kana said and smiled, blew a kiss into the camera. She waited and read the replies and comments, slowly reaching up and pulling the pins out of her hair, letting it slide down but also showing the small swell of her breasts under the red robe as she reached up. Her hair fell down to her shoulders and she picked up a hair brush and brushed her hair straight down on either side of her neck. She leaned forward to type: “If I get the funding, you can all see, ok?” It was horrifyingly brilliant. She couldn’t lose. She picked up the next nearest candle and slowly blew ordu escort bayan it out so that she was almost entirely lit from the back and a little glow from the computer screen. “I will set it up on Monday okay guys?” I watched, stunned as she reached up to her shoulders and let the robe drop, all the way down, but her hair covering her breasts. She sat motionless in the dusk of her room as the men went wild. She shook her head slightly letting the hair ripple, giving them a split second of a peek, over before they knew it was happening. Then she leaned forward and I was straining to see her nipples as she typed and almost could. “Good night, I gotta go :)” she typed and signed off. Fuck! I could only imagine everyone else’s blue balls at that moment. I got up and finished the dishes. Kana drifted downstairs, still in the same outfit and pulling her hair back up. I went to the couch and sat down. “That was one hell of a show you put on,” I told her. She went to the stereo and started searching for a new station, turning off the classical music. I watched her little ass bent over the stereo as she tuned in a pop station and turned it up loud. I knew not to complain: If it’s too loud you’re too old. She sat next to me on the couch and I swung her legs sideways up into my lap so I could play with her feet and ankles and stroke her legs in the stocking. She leaned back and stretched like a cat. “You know you don’t need to have your breasts done,” I said, “I mean it, they are perfect just like they are.” She crossed her arms and said “too little.” I guess we were just going to have to agree to disagree. “Kana, you know you can do whatever they hell you want. You don’t have to ask those guys for funding either, we have enough money.” Kana was pushing on the silk of the robe and looking at the outline of her nipple. So was I. “It’s more fun this way,” Kana said. I was rubbing the toe of her heel on my crotch. I had a feeling I was going to have to buy her some more stockings after I got done with these. “You kind of like being a little adventurous when you do your web shows, don’t you?” I asked her. She did her best to look like she had no idea what I was talking about. “The guys on there love it,” I said. “You made a lot of guys happy tonight, you could’ve turned the light on though, you little tease.” The radio had been blasting commercials but now it played a song Kana liked. It was a Rihanna song I never really paid attention to but she jumped up, leaving one of her heels on my lap and the other on the floor in front of the couch. I watched her dance and it was the most erotic thing I had seen yet. Her movements were hypnotizing. She knew just what to do and I wondered if it came naturally or if she spent her time planning and practicing. And the outfit made it all a hundred times better. My eyes wore themselves out trying to watch all of her at once, her legs in the stockings, the robe that kept slipping open in the middle, the way her eyes and lips moved suggestively. She turned around and shook her ass slowly, untying her hair and letting it fall down, then dropped the robe to her waist, then turned around and I saw in full light what the others didn’t get to see. Her long straight hair over the tips of her nipples but moving aside as she danced to give me quick glimpses. She swung her arm back from her waist and the robe dropped to the floor. She had black lace panties on, not quite a thong but the cut in back showed most of her ass. She turned around and then bent wayyyy down so that I got a long view of her ass and that black silk mound between her perfect thighs as she touched her toes and moved her ass slowly from side to side. Then she spun around facing me and swung her hair back over her shoulders, nipples pointing up at the ceiling as she arched her back. I had been grinding the sole of her heel against my dick without even knowing I was doing it. She slowly approached the couch and put one foot next to my knee. I reached for it and she moved it back and danced away. She teased over and over again, turning slowly, getting her ass as close as she could without me grabbing it. This had gone on for three songs and then the station went back to more commercials and broke the trance. I made a “come here” gesture with my finger and she walked within reach of me. I expected her to bend down to kiss me but instead she stood on the couch, straddling my thighs and put her hands on my shoulders looking down at me. I reached up for her nipples but she raised her hips, moving up out of reach. Instead I grabbed the tops of the panties and tried to pull them down but she laughed and jumped backward off the couch. This had gone on long enough. I moved forward a few feet and grabbed her by the waist. She laughed hysterically but she was caught. I spun her around so she was bending over the couch and I let my tongue run across the backs of her thighs and her ass. I slid the panties down to the floor and she stepped out of them and started to put one knee up on the couch so I could fuck her from behind. But I moved to sit under her on the couch and pulled her back up over me, leaning my neck back until she was standing on the couch and I was lowering her pussy onto my face. I did owe her two or three after the blowjobs she had given me yesterday and today. As I ate her pussy Kana began to moan and drowned out the stereo. I parted her little lips and got my tongue deep in her hole as she rode my face, and my hands were mashing her tiny tits, her nipples hard as marbles under the palms of my hand. Kana grabbed two handfuls of my hair and it was her turn to face fuck me, grinding her pussy. When I knew for a fact she had cum at least twice I pushed her sideways, onto her back and slid my cock into her. Her stockinged legs were up around my ears and I was piledriving her as she bounced up and down on the couch. She was still moaning but not as loudly. She muttered something and I asked her to repeat it. She said “you can cum on my face.” She didn’t have to tell me twice. Just hearing her say “cum on my face” made me start to cum. I pulled out and pushed her ankles all the way back behind her ears. She held them there as I jerked off into her open mouth. One shot almost got her in the eye but she closed it in time. Her stockings escaped, cum-free. We were both breathing hard and it was way too hot in the room, both of our faces covered with the other’s …hers in my cum, mine in her pussy juice. I said: “Kana, let’s play some of those kissing games your cousin taught you.”TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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