Afternoon at a Love Hotel

I rinsed Junko's lower body and handed the shower head back to Phil. Junko had switched to take Phil into her mouth. Obviously he had a hard time finding the shower cradle behind him. John reached back to assist.

Meanwhile I leaned down and gathered Junko's long wet hair as her head bobbed front and back. She was stabbing the back of her mouth with Phil's cock and making vocal "ga-ga" sounds. What a performance!

Enjoying her feminine body, I lightly felt up the outline of her body with my hands, from underarm to side-boob to waist to wider hips. Despite the belly, her body had quite the hourglass shape from behind.

Junko switched to enjoy John's cock again. Then moved back to Phil's. As she moved back and forth enjoying the different textures and shapes of the cocks, I wrapped mine in her thick silky wet hair to sooth my now almost painful erection.

I whispered huskily, "Get her up."

John and Phil pulled her up by her arms. I kicked the stool away, stepped closer and the Japanese girl was surrounded by three horny foreign guys. Six hands were pawing her and three cocks were rubbing against her.

We kept spinning her around so that we could each partake of her front and her back. She moaned in dizziness and horniness. When her back was to me, I grabbed her forearms, stepped back and pulled her so her back was against my chest. Phil and John each went in for a tit. Sucking and licking noises emitted as the two guys attacked her nipples. Junko let out a sighing groan.

I let go of her arms, and from behind I reached between her thighs. I could feel a bit of slime on her inner thigh, obviously her pussy was juicing big time! I intended to insert a finger into her pussy, but was surprised to find a finger already in her from the front! It was a bit uncomfortable to touch and disturb another guy who was already engaged in such an intimate of actions. John and I both embarrassingly muttered, "Sorry," at the same time..

That snapped Junko out of her pleasure zone. She had turned a corner. With her elbows she pushed off of me and stepped between John and Phil. I guess since it was John who had been fingering her, she turned her back on him and shoved her buttocks against his now fully hard cock. She was animalistically presenting to John, swaying her buttcrack back and forth against his hard-on. She leaned over, put her hands onto Phil's hips for support and immediately took his standing cock into her mouth.

Being a good guy, John looked over to me for permission. Obviously Junko wanted to be fucked right there. Before I could even finish saying, "Go for i-," John had pointed his cock down and plunged almost fully into her. Junko let out a sharp cry, muffled by Phil's cock filling her mouth.

John very slowly pulled out almost completely. After a teasing pause, he then shoved back all the way in. His efforts were rewarded by another piercing little scream. John did it once again before establishing a regular rhythm. The sound of his pelvis slapping against her wet ass joined the moans of pleasure filling the shower room.

I stood enthralled at the scene. No matter how many pornos I've watched, having it happen live right in front of me was always totally different. Up until this moment the group sex had always been with other guys' girls. Now here before my eyes was my own girlfriend getting properly fucked in the pussy and mouth at the same time.

Both Junko and John were grunting with pleasure. Phil was breathing heavily as he must have been enjoying the effects of her grunts on his cock. She removed herself from Phil's cock and beckoned for my cock to suck. I moved next to Phil. And the threesome became a fully fledged gang bang.

I was previously already close to the edge. Just the mere lascivious eroticism of what was happening had brought me this far. But with her head bumping onto my cock every time John thrusted, I knew I was gonna lose it soon. "Shit. Junko no. You're gonna make me cum too soon."

She enjoyed her mini power play by letting go of Phil's cock and grabbing my hips with both hands. I was unable to withdraw my cock from her mouth. This must have been her way of saying, fuck you for putting me in this situation!

While John continued pumping her from behind, Junko adjusted her mouth movements so that my cock wasn't too deep in her mouth.

That was it, I erupted right then and there. As I convulsed into Junko's mouth. Phil and John both said "yeah!" and "good job!" in encouragement. Interesting how team camaraderie applies to gang bangs too.

Right after my final shiver, Junko swallowed, let go of my cock and moved right back to Phil's. John picked up the pace again. He really started giving it to her with authority. Now with each thrust, she mewed almost as if in pain (a typical fuck noise with Japanese girls).

I took a step back to get a full view of the scene. Junko was holding onto Phil's cock for dear life, but with the commanding fucking that John was giving her she was unable to keep it in her mouth.

Instead of passing her along, John greedily kept her pussy for himself. After a bit he announced he was about to cum. A few more thrusts and he pulled out of Junko.

She turned around, leaned over to take John's cock into her mouth, and pushed her ass toward Phil. Phil had no problem entering her now-loosened pussy. Junko vigorously stroked John's shaft, keeping the head of his cock in her mouth.

As John climaxed he yelled out a very wild growl that reverberated around the shower room. Phil stopped moving but kept his cock buried balls-deep and just held it there, grasping Junko's hips. Her throat moved as she swallowed once. But I could tell by his spasms that John was still filling her mouth. Junko milked the shaft until his orgasm finally subsided. John then sat down on the edge of the bathtub to catch his breath.

Phil resumed his pumping Junko from behind, faster and faster until he was jackrabbiting her. That set her off. She started mewling in pleasure as a fat glob of John's cum danced obscenely from her chin.

With his arms raised for balance, Phil's body was motionless except for his pelvis, which moved at rapid-fire speed. John moved aside; and we both stood back to enjoy the live show, nursing our spent cocks. I noticed that, like me, he remained as hard as ever. Maybe with the hormones in the air, human males are perhaps wired to stay erect in order to get every chance at mating.

Phil then dropped his arms, reached down and grabbed Junko's shoulders and moved down to her forearms. He pulled her backwards, arching her back. In the glow of the tub's mood lighting, I saw that string of cum from her chin stick itself to her chest. Her full tits bounced in opposite circles, lewdly slapping against each other. Her eyes were two-thirds closed, and she was looking off into space, obviously in the stratosphere of some other planet.

Junko's arched back must have started to get sore, for she subtly shifted a little. Phil let go of one arm, and Junko reached forward to grab the edge of the bath tub. Her other arm joined the first. And Junko began to use the edge of the tub as leverage to start fucking back onto Phil's pelvis. That was enough to set him off. "Oh shit," Phil said, "I'm gonna cum."

As she slammed herself back onto his cock again and again, it was Junko's turn to emit an animalistic growl as she said, "Don't stop. Go ahead and cum."

Unprotected sex was dangerous enough, but a creampie really invites trouble. Part of me knew I should have cut in with a voice of reason. But that part of me was lost to the intensity of the sights, sounds and even smells of humans engaged in raw sex.

John and perhaps even Phil may have been in similar states of mind. But not Junko. She knew what she was doing. She kept shoving her body from the bath tub, taking Phil's pole each time.

She looked back and snarled, "I want it, shoot it in me." Junko was talking to Phil, but since she was unable look directly back at him it almost seemed like she was looking at me. The crazed look in her eyes seemed to be a mixture of hate, anger, but mostly lust.

That was it. Phil grabbed her hips, plunged all the way into her, and silently convulsed pulse after pulse of cum into the center of Junko's body.

After Phil's last body spasm, John and I both exclaimed, "Daaamn!" in low voices. Junko's arms rested against the tub, her head dipped down hanging underneath with her big titties. Phil remained fully latched on, enjoying those wonderful aftereffects that only seem to happen after ejaculating bareback inside a girl. The only sound besides exhausted panting was the shower blasting hot water into the corner of the shower room.

Though John sported a hard-on that was obviously ready to go again, he gentlemanly announced, "Let's rinse off and let the little lady regain her composure."

Once Phil extricated himself out of Junko, she sort of collapsed, sitting on the floor of the shower room and nestling her head into her arm that was leaning on the edge of the tub. I asked her if she was all right. She looked up at me with a tired smile as her hand gently lazily skimmed the surface of the hot water in the tub. Yeah, she was just fine.

In turn, Phil then John then I used the shower to rinse off and then exited the shower room. Before leaving, I told Junko to take her time and relax. I leaned over intending to peck her check. She assertively leaned up to kiss me on the lips. Her lips were sticky and her entire body smelled of cum. We smiled at each other and I left her to her own devices.

Wearing towels around our waists, the main room once again felt like a locker room. John put on some music and I went over to the light dimmer. I knew that Junko hates showing her body in well-lit rooms. We sat back and lounged, lazily sipping our now-tepid beers.

After briefly praising our sexual performances, our conversation quickly changed to more neutral topics. It seemed wrong to trade war stories about a girl who was just in the other room.

We kept chatting for quite a while before I heard the shower door slide open. Junko spent quite a while at the vanity mirror area as well. No one can ever rush a woman in her rituals. I had to pee again but knew I should wait it out.

Finally Junko emerged, looking femininely radiant with one towel wrapped around her body from armpits down and another wrapped around her wet hair. She came over, sat down, sipped her beer, and joined the conversation as if nothing had just transpired in the shower room.

It was the shy Japanese girl who finally broached the topic of sex. "Actually I wasn't planning on letting you cum in me today. But I have a morning-after pill that I'm going to take tonight. So it's OK. Please don't worry." Japanese women are amazing: Junko was more concerned about the feelings of her "guests".

John and Phil in turn leaned over and politely kissed her cheek. Then we picked up our beers and did another kampai.

At that point, I remembered my need to relieve myself. I excused myself and had a big, long pee. A post-sex pee from a cock that was still semi-hard meant that the stream didn't cooperate. I was having a difficult time of it, especially since I had to get accustomed to the brighter light in the toilet room. So it took a while to successfully vacate my bladder cleanly. Finally I flushed and went to the vanity sink to wash up.

From the vanity I could hear that something was different. There was still music in the main room but no talking. I heard a few vocal noises that at first made me think that Junko was on the phone with someone.

The light in the vanity area was bright and so it took a while for my eyes to adjust back to the dimly lit main room. Before I could fully see, I knew the noises were indeed coming from Junko, but they were definitely carnal in nature.

My eyes first were able to make out the lighter colored items. The white bath towels had been strewn on the bed and sofa. And Phil's white skin. Surprisingly he was up standing on the bed.

Finally my retinas were fully dilated and the scene unfolded itself to me. Junko was riding cowgirl atop John, her back to me. She was bucking her hips back and forth. John's hands were working both of her tits. Phil was standing over them, Junko's mouth wrapped around his cock and her hands on his butt cheeks. She was greedily sucking away while making "mmmm" noises. I just stood there amazed at this girl as she thoroughly enjoyed devouring with her orifices the cocks of two guys she had just met.

Feigning surprise and enjoying a bit of cuckold role-play, I spoke up, "And what do we have here?"

Phil looked up and answered for the three of them, "Sorry dude. But you know how it is."

Junko suctioned to the tip of Phil's cock before letting it out and slurping up the stray saliva and cock juices. She looked over her shoulder at me and said, "You go sit on the sofa. You're only allowed to watch for now."

I loved how she enjoyed her mini power grabs. So I offered a meek "yes dear" and sat back on the sofa with my beer. With my free hand I opened my towel from my waist and lazily stroked my now fully engorged cock.

Knowing she now had an audience, Junko exaggerated the grinding of her lower body as she resumed her blowjob with renewed gusto. The three of them continued in this position for a long while. Occasionally Junko's hips would stop and John would take to thrusting up from underneath. Then he'd stop and Junko would resume bucking her hips. Besides her slurping and suctioning blowjob noises, I could hear sloppy wet sounds from below. She was getting wetter and wetter. And I even caught a glimpse of John's ebony scrotum glistening with pussy juice in the dim light.

As she got more and more worked up, she stopped sucking Phil's cock. Instead, she pressed it against her cheek as she breathed lustily into the base of his cock. I could tell Phil liked that maybe even better that the blow job.

Until now John and Junko alternated the duty of providing pelvic motion. But as John pounded her ruthlessly from below, Junko's hips convulsed in orgasm and their connection became electric. She screamed hot breath into Phil's crotch, which set him off.

Even during her remaining orgasmic shakes, Junko knew to take his cock head into her mouth and stroke the shaft. As he shot his load into her mouth, Phil's orgasm face made him look like he had just seen a ghost. After Junko swallowed every drop, Phil retreated in defeat, stumbling off the bed and joining me at the opposite end of the spectators' sofa.

John had paused his fucking, enjoying the spectacle of female and male orgasms taking place above him. Once Phil was out of the picture, he scooted out from under Junko. "Now you're really gonna get it, cutie," he told her.

He pushed her down onto the bed with the back of her head on the pillows. He pulled he legs wide apart showing her hairless pussy to all. In the dim light it was glistening wet and swollen with lust. John ducked his head down and proceeded to lap at her pussy.

"Oh!" was all Junko could say as she held her hands around John's close-cropped head. He greedily slurped away between her thighs, at times emitting an approving "mmmmm."

While continuing his tongue-work, he inserted first one then two fingers into her. Finally he sat up, maintaining the pumping of fingers into her. He replaced his tongue with two fingers from his other hand, vigorously rubbing her clit.

Junko seemed to say "no," "wait," and "oh god" all at one time. She tried to pry herself free of John, but he was way too big and strong. Junko covered her face with her hands, gave one loud "hnnng" and bucked her hips up off the bed. A single liquid squirt arched from between John's hands and flew across the bed.

Phil and I could only watch fixated on the scene. John never let up. He continued to pump two fingers of his right hand, pad sides up along the top of Junko's vaginal canal. Two fingers of his left lightly worked her clit in a blur. The dam burst. Squirt after squirt erupted out of her. Not thin streams like the first squirt. These blasts were huge obscene gushers, soaking the bed.

Junko was panting, fully defeated and fully exposed. Her two hands hid her face in embarrassment as a sob escaped her lips. John asked her if she was all right. After a few beats of silence, she responded by pulling him to her by the back of his neck and saying, "Fuck me hard now."

"Goddamn!" was muttered from next to me. Phil was obviously loving the show as much as I was.

John mounted atop Junko is one fluid movement and began pumping into her. With her knees spread wide, Junko was grabbing and scratching John's shoulders, back and ass. He buried his face in the pillow beside her head and proceeded to pound and pound and pound away. He came up, grabbed her spread ankles and fucked her. He put her ankles together and fucked her. He put her ankles over his shoulders next to each ear and fucked her some more.

Finally John's back arched, he looked straight up to the ceiling and ejaculated what sounded like his entire life-force deep inside Junko's pussy.

After appreciating the quiet panting, I reached over and grabbed a sports drink out of our shopping bag. I twisted it open and went over to the bed. John was disengaging himself from Junko's now-limp body. He and I fist pumped and he said approvingly, "That's what I'm talking about!"

He got up and marched victoriously to the toilet. I replaced him on the very damp bed and offered Junko the sports drink. She smiled timidly knowing that I knew why she needed to replenish her electrolytes. She propped herself up and drank deeply. Meanwhile I positioned myself between her legs.

"Let me go clean up first," she requested. I responded with a curt no, and started rubbing the head of my cock on her clit. She gave up and put the sports drink on the nightstand. I continued masturbating her clit with my cock. John's cum must have been pretty deep, because I didn't see any seeping out. In just a short bit, she let out another "hnng" and I was rewarded with a hot wet squirt against my balls. I had to go in right then and there. Aiming lower I shoved my cock in balls deep.

I was immediately surprised by how noticeably looser her pussy was from normal. Her vaginal muscles had relaxed to accommodate two different cocks this afternoon. Inside Junko's pussy was choked with what felt like mucus. Holy shit, I thought, I could feel John's cum lining her vaginal canal. Rather than being revolted, it actually felt great. The slimy mass was great lubrication for her well-used pussy. It was different from fucking with store-bought lube which quickly dissipates. This stuff seemed to be increasing in volume. Jesus, John's second load must have been bigger than his first.

I was in heaven, savagely fucking my newly slutty girlfriend, completely oblivious to everything around us. I spun her around and pumped her from behind. Looking down at my cock pumping in and out of her between her butt cheeks, I could see my cock was layered with a coating of white froth. I guess that's what happens when semen and pussy juice combine and get whipped up.

Still connected, I laid next to her spooning and fucking her from behind. With an arm to cover her belly, Junko lifted her top leg up, giving a perfect view for Phil and John on the couch. Her hairless pussy was smeared with white froth. Her swollen pussy lips were spread wide to accommodate my pounding cock. The idea of doing this in front of an audience set me off. Pulse after pulse of my cum pumped to refill Junko's womb.

We got a slightly embarrassing round of applause from John and Phil.

While enjoying the aftereffects of my orgasm, Junko's lifted leg finally collapsed down. She announced, "My turn for the toilet. Really I mean it."

She grabbed the nearest towel and held it to her body as she beat a hasty retreat to the toilet. It seemed silly for her to hide her body after she had displayed her most private of parts in the most intimate of situations. But as I mentioned, she was extremely self-conscious of her protruding little pot belly.