The Japanese are Coming – 5 – Time to Come Again

by Aristocatch

You would have thought that the end of the free-for-all would mark the end of activities. But that would be ignoring the fact that the adrenaline was flowing, which counteracted our tiredness and that most of those present were not keen to just stop. Through the translator the producer announced that the room wouldn't be tidied up until the next day, and that those who wished could use the mat for as long as they wanted, or could stand.

The largest-breasted Japanese girl had a silly idea, which wasn't actually that silly. Everyone was in need of some quiet time, without allowing the tension and excitement to evaporate away, together with any lingering animosity. She had everyone lay down side by side, in a circle. She wanted everyone to have intimate contact with the body of everyone else and to show what she wanted she briefly licked and sucked the breasts of the first girl in the line, before moving between her legs and gently lapping her sex. Then she moved on to the second person.

Before she could begin the two men present asked if they could join in and, as no-one objected, they entered into the line. Someone suggested that everyone be involved at once, but it was pointed out that the idea was that only the person doing the licking should be moving and the other should be static to maintain the calm and not overly exert anyone.

Once our 'leader' had moved onto the third person, the first in line had joined in, licking the second and so there were gradually more and more people actively licking and tasting each other between the legs.

I was fifth in line and so she was soon re-acquainting herself with my body. Four more people licked me in differing ways before I could start testing all the bodies for myself. Moving from breast to breast, pussy to pussy, made it only too apparent just how much variety there is in the human body. As an education this little game was only too successful. When I came, fairly quickly, to the first man, he was already sporting an impressive hard-on. I had some doubt as to whether he would last the administrations of everyone present, and actually quite enjoyed taking his penis into my mouth, having flicked my tongue over the exposed gland first. I didn't want him coming in my mouth, however, and so I didn't linger unduly.

The second man was still four women off and I was more concerned about getting a mouthful when I got there. I was still two short when he, rather wisely, announced that there was no way he could last out all the attention. The German girl proposed that the two men have a fight to bring each other off and that she would suck off the winner! They hadn't been involved in any wrestling up to now. One was reticent, but the other accepted willingly. When the German girl proposed that the winner could also fully enjoy her charms when he had recovered, it was clear that he was in two minds (she was quite sexy). It finally took the idea that they should not have to touch each other's cocks, but merely wrestle the other within reach of the surrounding maidens (us), who would do the necessary.

It was actually quite a damp squib, if you'll pardon the expression. Both were so aroused that their fight lasted all of two minutes before a Japanese hand terminated the involvement of the man who had been most prepared to fight and the German girl duly gave the more reticent lad his first reward, all too quickly for his liking! Then the men went back in line, and soon after I got to taste a cock at half mast, before enjoying much more the French pussy that I had earlier brought to orgasm. As I was sucking her nipples, the French girl suggested that she would like it if we could arrange some further action after – revenge perhaps?

The same idea was suggested by the Japanese girl whose breasts I had mauled, though she gave no idea quite what she had in mind.

In time I had tasted every pussy present and everyone else had tasted mine. It sounds more like an orgy, but it wasn't really. The only 'victims' were the men, and one of them was about to get his further reward with our fabulous fraulein. For the women, it did enough to keep our sexual appetites on the boil, without taking us to uncontrollable levels.

It was now left to everyone to sort out on an individual basis what they wanted as an encore. I found myself with the two who wished for my continued company, in a group of eight women in total, five Japanese, the French girl, me and the English coordinator. It was the Japanese who had the idea for what promised to be a very tiring denouement to the events, mixing part of their standard ritual with a more classical western approach.

Two teams were created and players from each team were paired up with someone from the opposing team. I was paired up with the French girl, who turned out to be called Rachel. Each pair would have a submission-only fight. The Japanese element was that each team would have ten minutes to try to cause a maximum amount of fatigue to their opponent's player using any sexual means they wished!

The strap-on's duly reappeared. First up were the English coordinator who was on my team, and a Japanese member of the organisers. Two Japanese donned the strap-ons and together with the two other members of their team they gave the two fighters the most-intensive, sexual going over imaginable.

By the time they came to fight both fighters looked far more ready to sleep. They had a slow-motion rough fight that involved pulling hair, tits and pubes, until the English coordinator had the idea of laying over the face of her Japanese opponent who couldn't remove her, and who eventually submitted.

It was now my turn, or it should have been. However the teams discovered that our bottle of oil was just about empty, and one of the Japanese went off to replenish the stock. Rather than waste time they decided on a prelude. Rachel, the French girl, who was to be my adversary, and I were encouraged to begin in a sixty-nine position. Unlike most of the Japanese her pussy was virtually hairless, which made life easier for tonguing her.

Having seen what was going to happen to us a few minutes earlier we quickly got into the spirit of things, hungrily devouring each sex – and thoroughly enjoying it at the same time. I was almost disappointed when we were told to stop. Before we could start the next phase Rachel insisted on giving me a long kiss, which gave her the chance to suggest that there be no hard feelings as a result of what she had the intention of doing to me, and that could we, if possible, leave hair pulling out of the proceedings. If you have read my previous accounts you will know that I do not like hair pulling and so I willingly agreed; although I made it look as if I did so reluctantly, you never know when you might benefit from a favour.

Rachel and I were laid on the floor where we could see each other and oil was copiously poured onto our bodies and especially between our legs. The Japanese girl who had specifically wanted to be with me took the strap-on and positioned herself between my legs, with me on my back. The two remaining Japanese placed themselves on either side of me and immediately began playing with my breasts.

The wearer of the strap-on may have had vengeance in mind, but not at any price. Prior to approaching the head of the strap-on nearer my sex, she checked with her fingers that I was sufficiently ready and open. To begin with she slid one finger inside and bent her head to lick across my clitoris, then she added a second finger. Reassured that between Rachel's efforts and hers I was ready, she looked across at the Japanese members of my team who had prepared Rachel in much the same way.

This was obviously the signal to start as both wearers of the strap-on approched its head to its intended target, slowly slid it home and began to build up a certain rhythm. The two breast maidens increased their rhythm as well, varying what they were doing to my breasts, adding tongue lashings, and the odd kiss on the lips.

Rachel had certainly done some very effective prepatory work, as it took very little time before I could feel the sexual tensions in my body building up. I hoped my efforts on her had been as effective.

The strap-on wearer was maintaining a very strong rhythm and one of the other girls abandoned my breasts to her friend and began using her fingers on the top of my sex, and the clit in particular. I may have had orgasms earlier in the day, but a certain time had passed since then, and I had been subjected to various sexual stimuli in between. I could feel an orgasm building again. No doubt my breathing gave it away and my aggressors increased their efforts even more.

My orgasm hit and I enjoyed every second of it but, just when my body was wanting to wallow in the after sensations, the strap-on was rapidly withdrawn, I was turned over on my knees, with my legs splayed apart, and penetrated again from behind. There was no let up and my body was assailed with slightly different ( because of the change of angle) but nevertheless sustained sensations.

My nerve endings weren't quite sure what to make of this renewed provocation. Part of my body was waiting to calm down from the orgasm, the other was telling the central-control system that I should be getting increasingly excited.

I was very briefly conscious of Rachel squealing, before the confused messages that my body was receiving obliterated all else that was going on.

Somehow my Japanese opponents recognised a crucial moment in my body's reaction, and the strap-on was removed, the girl wearing it lay down on the floor and the others helped me impale myself on the upraised artefact. Any thoughts that my confused body might have had about pretending, or taking it easy, were dispelled by the two other Japanese girls who 'obliged' me to bounce up and down with considerable vigour, impaling myself each time. At least as they were providing the piston effect, my breasts got some relief, with all the sensations coming from my pussy.

You might wonder what it feels like to have prolonged sex in this manner, and I would find it hard to answer. For one thing the sensations were still more or less agreeable, enough oil had been used as a lubricant to ensure that the friction against my vagina walls had not yet rendered them sore. I had heard about multiple orgasms, without really knowing whether they exist or not. My body kept having little peaks of 'pleasure', without them ever achieving the level of the orgasm that I had had early on.

Once more positions were changed. I was hauled off the strap-on, and helped by the two other Japanese girls back onto the floor. Oil was poured onto my pussy and over the strap-on, and my Japanese avenger was soon back into fucking me in the missionary position. She was using her hands on my breasts, which initially made her two helpers redundant, and may actually have been beneficial to me. She was trying to fuck me as hard as she could, with the result that she was becoming tired, and her movements more erractic.

One of the others must have said something as she eventually raised herself up and began concentrating on where and how she could rub my insides, leaving my upper body to the two helpers, who started doing the most incredible things to my breasts. I can't tell you what, just that over and above all that I was feeling there was added very distinctive extreme pleasure provocation in my chest.

The more controlled movements of the strap-on, and what the girls were doing to my breasts was more than my body could take and I had a powerful genuine orgasm that left me trembling all over.

It would seem as if the vengeance was over. The strap-on was removed from within me and the girl wearing it looked as tired as I was now feeling. There was obviously still some time left and the two other girls rapidly began a digital and tongue assault on my poor pussy, which in some ways was quite soothing after what I had experienced. This didn't last very long and all the sex operators ceased their actions leaving Rachel and I to fight it out.

We slowly got up on all fours and looked at each other. Just surviving the sensation onslaught we had just been through was quite a feat, and now we had to slog it out until one conceded defeat. The state Rachel was in suggested my teammates had been as diligent as hers. We struggled to crawl to the area where we were to begin our combat. Every muscle in my body was aching and crying out for a rest. My pussy muscles were still pulsating madly, presumably now from sensation deprivation. My breasts felt so sensitive that a stray hair would have been too much if it brushed over them. And we were supposed to fight!

Rachel was the first to start, taking my breasts in each of her hands and squeezing hard. I can normally take quite a bit of breast squeezing, especially when I'm squeezing back, but this hurt straight off, perhaps from the rather abrupt change from pleasurable stimulation, to this savaging. I was slow to react, briefly wondering how to remove Rachel, before I decided to show her just what it felt like. The look on her face when I squeezed her breasts showed she was as surprised as me.

We mutually stopped our tit torture and tried to wrestle, to get a chance to attack without being attacked. I did manage rather a nice savaging of one of her nipples, and another very rough squeeze of her left breast, before we blocked each others arms in a kind of stalemate.

She asked me how much of this I could take, and of course I replied that I could take more than she could, though I did add if it was short lived. She wanted to know whether I would be interested in having a proper fight with her at a later date. It slowly dawned on me that, for a French lady, she was speaking surprisingly good English. The reason was that she lived barely a quarter of an hour from where we now were. I was more than agreeable to the fight proposal, but suggested it was about time we got back to the fight in hand.

We stopped trying to keep the other's hand away from our bodies and went on the attack – a slow-motion attack, but attack nevertheless. For maybe two minutes I merely tried to grab and squeeze whatever I could, feeling as if I was on some kind of autopilot. Rachel tried to be a bit more structured in her approach, looking to take control of me, so as to be able to attack with less fear of reprisal.

It took her the two minutes to get there, but then she got round behind me. Although I pitched forward in an effort to protect my body she managed to get her hands over my breasts before my body was flat on the ground. With my weight on them, and her across my back she couldn't do me too much harm, but even a little was enough in my enfeebled state.

I couldn't reach any significant part of her, merely bang my hands against her back. As she tried for a better hold my hands could reach further and further down her back, albeit tiring me out trying to get her off me. My hand reached as far as the start of her butt crack, and this gave me an idea, one which I would usually have rejected but which I was now desperate enough to try. My middle finger slowly slid down the butt crack until I could just make out the opening of her anus. There was no way I could get my finger far in, but just a little was enough to produce the desired result.

Rachel protected herself by releasing her weight on me and trying to pull me over onto my back on top of her. As this is what I was counting on I was ready to break free of her hold and we were once again apart, on our knees, facing each other. The look in her eyes told me that revenge was in the air and indeed she began most visibility wagging her index finger at me in a way that left little doubt as to what she intended doing with it.

We moved back and forth on our knees with Rachel looking to get behind me and me resisting. She advanced more quickly and I let her approach before spinning my rear away from her hands, so we were side by side. Counterattacking I got hold of her left breast and gave it a good crush in my hand, which caused her to force my hand away and defend herself.

That was about the only positive move that I managed to make. Briefly Rachel took more care, but she seemed to have a little more energy than me, and she was prepared to take her time. It came when she threw a feint, I turned what I thought was away, only to find her behind me. Her left arms snaked round my waist to keep me in place and a digit (I don't know which one) entered some distance into my bum.

I was grateful for all the oil that we had been using as it slid in with little or no resistance, and certainly no pain.

The pain came after, but from a different source. Rachel had me where she wanted me and even though I went to ground again to try to protect myself, she still had my sex exposed and within reach. Ceasing her assault on my bum, now that the point had been made, her fingers began pulling at my exposed pussy lips. Strangely they were almost numb from the sexual treatment that they had received. Rachel must have sensed that I didn't react enough and even if she couldn't have known why, she changed tactics and plunged three fingers inside my pussy.

I was very wide open as you may realise and she set about rubbing the inner walls of my pussy with her fingers, which produced sensations that were certainly not sexual. I tried to buck her off me, but to no avail, I had no energy left, and what she was doing to me was sufficienly disagreeable that I had no wish for it to continue.

I know when I am beaten, and if you were hoping for several more pages of description of the fight I'm sorry to disappoint you. Rachel had promised me a further fight and I saw no reason to prolong this one. I submitted.

There were still two further bouts to come. The English coordinator took over with the strap-on, but her efforts were far less energetic than those I had been on the receiving end of. It was all I could do to find the energy to try to stimulate the breasts of the Japanese victim and she certainly wasn't as tired as I had been at the end of her warm-up session, even though she had gratified us with one noisy orgasm and quite a bit of squealing.

Her opponent from our team had been on the receiving end of the Japanese girl who had lost to the English coordinator, and the two came out to fight with a good deal more energy than we had had. This was quite a good thing, as it did give me a few minutes to start to recover. This fight was quite different as both girls kept to a purely sexual fight, with periods when each dominated. Finally my teammate got her adversary in a hold from which she could not escape, brought her to another orgasm, and kept on fingering her after. She stuck this out for a couple of minutes and then, realising that she had less and less energy to help her escape she capitulated.

Rachel and I now had the strap-ons, and what's more I got to use it on the Japanese girl who had so determinedly fucked me silly a little earlier.

I was too tired to be able to apply myself with the energy that she had, but I did find some hidden reserves of energy that I didn't know I had. If it could have been measured she would have achieved more on me than I did on her, but I ravaged her insides far more than I had expected from several different angles, and with most satisfying results, twice!

Rachel had not had the same incentive that I had, and even though my remaining teammate had been well stimulated by her efforts, she wasn't as tired from it as my Japanese, whose knees were most wobbly when she tried to stand after.

Their fight was once again different. Knowing that she wouldn't last long she threw caution to the wind and waded in to attack her opponent's breasts. Her opponent, not to be outdone initially fought back the same way. Neither having much breast to grab hold off, their nipples became the favourite targets, and these were pulled, twisted and pinched with much spite. It must have been very painful, unless their breasts were numb from all the previous manhandling.

My Japanese didn't seem to have enough energy to change the nature of the fight but, after a prolonged period of breast torture with neither seeking to do anything else, her opponent suddenly leapt on her, pinned her arms on the floor with her knees and reached a hand back between the waiting Japanese legs.

Initially she merely touched her fingers across the pussy, but my Japanese, who was flat on her back, managed to get an arm free and renewed her assault on the nearest breast, which was all she could reach. The girl sitting on her calmy set about removing the offending arm, and pinning it down on the floor once again. This achieved she leant back enough to locate pussy and the set about pulling it in the way that she had previously pulled nipples.

Her opponent's howls were enough to let us know what she was feeling and she didn't let this continue too long before submitting.

And so there we were, eight exhausted women. I for one had experienced more sexual action in one day than I normally get in months. It had been an exhilerating day. Strange, but exhilerating.

There was no way that any of us were going to partake in any further physical activity that day, but some of the other women present were still going strong, and we sat and watched them for a while.

I was supposed to drive home, but all the parts of my body were telling me that it would not be a good idea. Apparently it was visible to the others as well and my Japanese tormentor insisted that I stay over in her room at the hotel where the Japanese were staying. I was beyond refusing.

The hotel was cheap, but the bed was large enough for two. Instead of going to eat at a sushi bar the Japanese insisted on a fast-food restaurant, and I was asleep in bed before 9p.m.

I was still asleep at 8 the next morning when someone sucking on my nipples roused me from my reverie. My bed partner managed to impart the idea that, as we had been abusing each other's bodies the day before, we should part on better terms. We indulged in a very gentle sex session which showed just how quickly my body had recovered, even if several muscles were protesting a bit, and that it was quite capable of having a most enjoyable orgasm.

I said goodbye to the Japanese and went back to my home, happy in the knowledge that I had a further fight lined up with Rachel.