Frank Harris: My Life And Loves, vol 5

Soon I felt her body arch upwards in her effort to give herself completely to me. Her delicate little hands sought my head and guided it skillfully between her thighs so that my mouth came to rest on the smooth pad of hair that parted like grass under gentle strokes of my tongue.

The whole affair had been so casual, without hurry, without breathlessness, that I had perhaps more time to examine her grotto than I had hitherto had in any previous experience of that kind. I was able to examine the way each individual hair was embedded in the pulpy flesh of her mound, the way in which they had a tendency to curl towards the tips, doubtless due to the fact that she habitually wore a kind of loincloth that not only compressed the hairs but caused a delicate and not at all pungent sweat to father there. Her slit was exceedingly small, much smaller than that of any of the Chinese women with whom I'd had sexual experience during the past few months. Indeed, I don't think it would be an exaggeration to say that it was the smallest and perhaps the prettiest cunt I had ever seen.

Soon I allowed my tongue to move in between the sloping hair-trimmed surfaces. Her love-juice was not at all unpleasant to taste. It reminded me more than anything else of the white of an egg, but with a heavier, human quality about it, doubtless again because of the hothouse atmosphere that was the normal condition of her private parts. I stroked slowly, worrying the little stamen of her clitoris with my upper lip at the same time as I penetrated more deeply with my tongue. By this time her hands had come underneath her buttocks and she raised herself to the length of her forearms and supported herself on twin pedestals. Her legs were astride like the shafts of a cart. How soft and satin-like her thighs were against my cheeks! I goosed her in this way for a long time, running my fingers between the mellow cushions of her buttocks until, with one of my middle fingers, I found the soft, puckered indentation which was like a button between them. It is strange how there should be such taboo in relation to this region of the human body in all the Western countries, while in the East it is treated naturally as a second instrument of the body's pleasure. I experienced no revulsion whatsoever when, without warning, her arms collapsed beneath her and her soft buttocks fell downwards onto the rigidity of my finger. As she sank downwards, she groaned and bucked slightly. Then, taking me by the hair of my head, she drew me upwards until my cock, poised at her entrance, broke softly into her pussy canal and slid, warmly coated by love-juice, in deeply to the hilt. At once, I felt my plunger and my short hairs inundated by the delicate froth of her loins. I sighed and undulated my hips gently in the motions of love.

“You darling!” I cried. “You are making me all wet!”

She answered me with a pretty smile. Then, her face growing serious, she drew my mouth down against her own. Her little tongue darted into my mouth and traced delicate filigrees behind my teeth. Our teeth clicked and we burst out laughing. I seized her thick hair which had been cut in the usual way in which Japanese women style itcut short of shoulder length and falling like a bell about the pronounced Oriental cheeksand pinned her laughing head to the bed.

“How pretty you are!” I couldn't help exclaiming. “What a marvelous time we are going to have together while I am here!”

“Be more brutal,” she said softly, her rich voice tinged with insinuation. “I want you to try to kill me by loving!”

In immediate response to her desire, I thrust violently into her with strong strokes, at the same time allowing my second forefinger to join my first so that the remaining part of my hands crushed the firm flesh of either buttock and propelled her body into a dizzy oscillation. My cock pounded into her again with such force that my balls slapped her upturned buttocks with each ramming stroke. Her belly grew wet with perspiration and her pretty mouth, the teeth bared, drove itself into my neck. I rose and fell on her, my rod tingling from tip to base, relishing the soft smacking sound which the thick, hollow flesh of our bellies created between them. She was mad with lust. She forget her English and a stream of Japanese words and exclamations burst from her lips against my neck and shoulder, her voice husky and lilting. What enjoyment I derived from the slim yellow body with its blue-black hair between the gracefully curving thighs!

As we rose to our first climax, simultaneously, we both cried out in our native tongues. My sperm pumped into her like water from a well, spouting forth uncontrollably and in a seemingly never ending stream. Only then, only at that tremendous moment, did I remember that I had not asked her whether she had taken precautions against conception. I did so at once. She shook her head laughingly. But I was serious. I had no desire that this sweet girl should become pregnant by me.

Thus, in spite of her expostulations, I pulled my cock from her with a wet popping sound. Then, her small face puckered up in mock anger, she came into my arms again.

This time I was determined to experience that other kind of love which is so highly thought of in the East. To that end I turned her gently over so that she was lying on her belly in front of me. After thinking a moment, I placed a large cushion under her belly to raise her gently curved buttocks into a better position for penetration. She appeared to know exactly what I wanted of her. Turning her head until she faced me, she laughed up at me. When I smiled back she wriggled her bottom in a delicious manner. The little pink bud between her buttocks was firm as rubber. I felt it gently with the tips of my fingers.

I decided immediately that it would be too cruel to force a path rudely without the use of some kind of lubrication, though I had already done so with my fingers. She smiled gratefully as I rose from her and went to fetch some medical oil from my case. When I returned with it, she raised herself even further so that the little budding mouth should be more accessible. I poured a pool of oil into the palm of one hand, stood the bottle by the side of the bed, and set about working the oil into the coral-colored pucker of her warm little ring. I tested it then with my fingers. They slipped in easily and seemed to cause her no pain at all.

The thought of what I was about to do had caused my prick to become reinvigorated. It throbbed and jerked between my legs, the head an angry crimson hue. Had I been more of a sentimentalist, I might have desisted, but her trust and the preparation which she had made by engineering herself into the appropriate position removed all doubts from my mind. She expected me to go through with it.

Gently, I lowered myself down towards her, placing the tip of my piston precisely on the oily bud. With my hands I drew the fleshy part of her buttocks sideways to distend the centerpiece as much as possible. There were few hairs about it. It was warm and pregnant with anticipation against my member.

At that moment, from her bent position, she flashed me a glance which was not only permissive but demanding and, having done so, buried her face in the bed in front of her. I had no right to hesitate longer. Guiding my member with one hand, I allowed myself to fall forward from the knees, surely and simultaneously longing to penetrate without difficulty or causing pain by a sudden forward movement of the hips. At the same time, she herself acted. Her buttocks rose and thrust themselves towards me with all their might and she cried out deliriously. Imagine my astonishment when the puckered ring opened like strong elastic to contain the knob of my sex. I found myself all of a sudden sucked inwards right up to the hilt!

After the initial stretching there was no further resistance. Her buttocks were warm and firm against my belly and my cock was held firmly in the tightest, smoothest, most delightful little sheath that you can imagine!